#we need more eddie and linda | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

imfinereallyy · 10 months

Text

Bedside Manner

for @acasualcrossfade request for "the infection has spread"

"Some birdie told me that you have been causing a fuss, Wayne, is that true?"

Wayne huffs from his hospital bed, glasses sliding down his nose. He places the newspaper he was reading on the table beside him. "You tell that Robbie of yours to stop exaggerating. It was only a small request."

Steve raises his eyebrows at his favorite patient (Dustin tells him he isn't supposed to have favorites, but he also used to cry anytime he picked up Max before him when they were younger, so what does he know) and gives him a knowing look. "Robin listens to no man, Wayne, you know this. You're better off sending that message through her wife. Besides, small? She was telling me you refused to have any other nurse help you because I wasn't here last night. Which surprised me since you are always pushing me on about taking a vacation. "

Wayne opens his mouth, but Steve presses on. "And the fact Robin was even in the room means they called a psych consult, so I can only imagine how bad it was."

Wayne grumbles like a little kid being scolded for getting his hands caught in the cookie jar. "Yea, well, it was a bad night, kid."

Steve feels his shoulders sag, he takes off his glasses and rubs a hand down his face before placing them back on. "Sorry, Wayne, I had a bad migraine last night. Nance and Robs wouldn't even let me pass the entrance. Bad news?"

"Kid, don't stress yourself out over me. I'm just your patient, and more so, I am just a cranky old man." Wayne patted Steve's knee as he sat down next to him.

"C'mon, Wayne. You're more than that. I'd like to think seeing you in and out of here the last year has made us friends. Although I gotta say, you're the only friend I have that I'll be glad if I don't get to see again, given the circumstances. So, what's the news?"

"The infection has spread."

Steve takes in a deep breath, he tries not to panic, but any infection in a hospital can be deadly, especially for a cancer patient like Wayne. "Incision site?"

Steve must not be as good at hiding his emotions as he used to be because Wayne jumps to ease his worry. "No, kid, don't worry. The surgery was a success. Just got that hospital fever, the good old bronchitis. But it just means I'm here longer than I have to. It also means my nephew is on edge, and I don't know if I can take a second longer of his hovering."

Steve laughed wetly, thankful for the topic change. "Ah yes, the mysterious nephew of yours that I've never met. The way you talk about him almost tempts me into switching to the day shift, sounds like he might be entertaining. But only almost."

"Always wondered why you were always working the nights, most of the others seem to switch. Not a big fan of the day?"

Steve shakes his head gently, "No, I like the quiet here at night. Like getting to know the patients without having to worry about fixing ten million things. Don't get me wrong, it has its downfalls. Like the doctors can be horrible at night, never tell Dr. Wheeler that or Robbie will kill me, and the food is awful. But there is something special about it here at night. So sorry, your ridiculous nephew isn't enough to tempt me."

Wayne smirked, "What if I told you he was a looker and single?"

Steve blushes slightly. He is used to patients trying to pawn him off to their relatives, it came with being a young male nurse, but typically it didn't phase him. But Steve has become close with Wayne, so hearing him suggest he get together with his nephew has him flustered. "I'm good, Wayne, thanks. Gave up on the dating scene a while ago. Not many people can keep up with a guy who works nights and suffers from severe head trauma."

"Shame, Eddie likes the nights too. I'd reckon yal would get along."

"I'm pretty sure we would need more than that, Wayne."

Wayne smiles fondly at Steve. "You don't need a whole lot to build a connection, son. Me and Linda, god rest her soul, only started dating for our mutual love of mugs. And we may not have had long together, but our love was strong. Besides, there is more yal would have in common than just the night shift."

Steve huffs a laugh, "Oh yea, like what?" The least he can do is humor the man.

"Well, you both care about me deeply."

Steve blushes again, "C'mon, Wayne. I'm your nurse. I'm kinda paid to care."

Wayne won't hear any of it, "No, son, it's more than that. You take your break in here every night. You make sure to record the game at home for me because they only have the news here. And last night, you tried to come in with a migraine, even though we both know I am the only patient you can stand right now."

Steve doesn't know what to say back. Wayne is right, of course. Steve has been spending all of his time with the man, giving him extra care. Steve isn't bad with his other patients, he goes above and beyond most of his coworkers, but there is something special about Wayne.

"You got nothing, kid, you know I'm right. Remind me a lot of my nephew. Before visiting hours ended is when I got the news of having to stay longer. Kid almost threw a fit when they kicked him out. Swore he was gonna break in to stay the night with me. I told him not to worry since you would be there, I brag about you too, ya know. When he found out today you weren't here, that boy threw a fit again. Swear he gets his tantrums from his father. Said he was gonna sneak back in tonight. Make sure I had company. That 'the man' couldn't stop him. That if he ran into you, he was gonna have a word with you."

Steve can't help the snort that shakes his body, "I'd like to see him get passed Hop first."

Wayne starts to chuckle, too, "Eds may have had his fair share of escaping the law, but no man moves as fast as Jim in a security uniform."

Steve is fully laughing now, "I know, right? It's like those pants make him aerodynamic or something. No way your nephew is getting by."

It is almost as if Steve's words summon what happens next. There in the doorway is the most gorgeous man he's ever seen, even though he is bent over and out of breath.

"Eds?" Wayne questions, clearly surprised. Steve has to mask his face and quickly before Wayne catches him ogling his nephew. Steve is finding it difficult, though. The man, Eddie, despite his out-of-breath appearance, is stunning. His long curly hair is thrown up in a bun, showing off the piercings up his ears. His clothes are simple but suiting, ripped jeans and a black band tee. Tattoos cover his entire body, and Steve wants to ask about every single one of them.

The most surprising thing about him isn't that he got by Hop (although he has questions for that later), no the most surprising thing to Steve is that Wayne somehow knew his exact type, which most people assume wrong in that department.

Eddie awakens an old craving inside Steve that he thought he had buried long ago.

"Wayne, you would not believe what I just went to get up here. The story I have for you, oh boy. You're gonna love it. Who knew security guards could move that fast. Anyway, I hope that nurse boy of yours is here tonight because I am ready to—" Eddie stops mid-rant when his eyes land on Steve, a lovely blush blossoming across his pale cheeks.

"I believe what you are trying to say is, what was it, Wayne? Oh yea, 'have a word with me,'" Steve laughs softly.

Eddie sputters, "Wayne!?!" His blushing becomes deeper as the seconds pass by.

Wayne just chuckles as Steve stands. "Don't be mad at your Uncle, I think he was just trying to make me feel better. I am sorry I wasn't here last night for the news. Got my head knocked around too much as a kid—" Steve taps his head with his knuckles, "—so I suffer from migraines sometimes. I really did try to come in, but well—you met Jim. He's pretty fast." Steve worries his lip. Eddie's eyes follow.

"Well, I can't be too mad now, can I?" Eddie swallows nervously before a smirk spreads across his face, switching from shy to confident in two seconds flat. Steve shouldn't be turned on by that. "The pretty face helps too. I'm pretty sure you could convince me to give you my kidney right about now. I'm Eddie, which I know you know by now, and you are...?"

Steve puts his hand out for a shake, "Nurse Harrington. But most people call me Steve."

Eddie grabs his hand gently and brings the back of it to his lips. "Stevie, a pleasure, really." A light kiss is placed on Steve's knuckles. Stevie, he thinks. That's a new one. And he isn't mad about it, at all. In fact, the butterflies in his stomach want him to get Eddie to say it again.

Steve catches Wayne's smug face in the corner of his eye as Steve begins to blush again.

"I'm just gonna—I'll be right back." Steve stutters.

"Leaving so soon?" Eddie says disappointed.

Steve has the sudden urge to fix the frown on his face. "No, no! Just, uh, gonna call Jim and tell him not to send out a search party. That it's okay if you stay. I'll keep an eye on you."

Eddie's face breaks out into a brilliant smile, "Really, Stevie? You gonna keep me around?"

Steve's heart skips a beat, "If I can help it."

***

#steddie #stranger things #wayne munson #modern au #wayne likes to play match maker but unlike dustin he is good at it #steve harrington #eddie munson #implied ronance #platonic stobin #nurse steve harrington #my writing #request game #steve x eddie #ficlet

2K notes · View notes

chronicowboy · 1 year

Text

The ambulance carrying Chimney trundles away, and Hen retreats to where Buck and Eddie are huddled for a breather. She gives Eddie a light tap on the back as she joins them, and he wraps an arm around her shoulders in what she assumes is half reassurance and half leverage to keep himself upright.

Honestly, Hen is just impressed he's still standing. Its been one hell of a day.

"How'd he look?" Buck asks, face locked tight into careful neutrality.

"Well, he was cracking jokes with Julie." Hen smiles shakily, the feel of her best friend's blood on her hands making her skin itch.

"He'll be okay," Eddie tells them both, quiet conviction in his voice. "He's got too much to live for."

Hen watches the look Buck and Eddie share with curiousity. Its a loaded look full of unspoken words Hen could never hope to understand. But then Buck nods, his shoulders lose just the slightest bit of tension, and he turns back to the rubble.

"We've got more work to do," he says gravely. His eyes flicker to Eddie's hand where its pressed against his ribs. "You can sit this one out, Eds. I really think you should."

"We need all the help we can get, Buck." Eddie shakes his head and pushes off Hen to steady himself. "I'll take frequent breaks, but I'm not stopping until I have to."

Buck clenches his jaw, but before he can protest their radios crackle to life.

"Firefighter Diaz, do you copy?"

"Linda?" Eddie frowns, and Hen feels a sickening stone of dread drop right through her stomach.

"Eddie." Linda's voice wobbles, and Hen's chest tightens. "Eddie, I'm so sorry. I just got a call from Christopher."

For a moment, the scene goes deathly silent. Hen can only hold her breath and remember the way the world had dropped out from under her when she'd got the call about Karen's lab.

"W-what?" Eddie croaks, eyes wide and unfocused.

Hen reaches out to grab Eddie's hand, glances to see where Buck's comfort is, always the first one to be at Eddie's side. She knows its a mistake the moment she looks at him. Captain Buck has vanished, replaced instead by the sodden, dirty, bloodied Buck they'd found in the aftermath of a tsunami. Tiny, shaking, frozen with fear.

"Christopher was under the bridge when it collapsed," Linda carries on, words trembling. "He's stuck in there."

"Is he-" Eddie chokes back a sob, chest heaving with his breaths, and rolls his eyes up skywards. "Is he still on the line?"

"Yeah, do you want to talk to him?"

"Please," Eddie rasps.

But before Linda can patch him through, there's an almighty grumble like the earth itself is growling and another section of the bridge collapses in on itself.

Hen throws her arms out on instinct, unwilling to lose anymore of her team to this goddamned bridge, but its useless. Eddie's too weak with pain and shock to do much more than nudge her, and Buck's still frozen in place. But Eddie's scream. Well, that's not something Hen will ever be able to forget.

She'd thought the way he screamed Buck's name on the ladder had been bad. But now Eddie's half hunched over as he screams his lungs out, a thing so primal that Christopher's name is almost unrecognisable where it falls from his lips. Hen feels his grief all the way down to her bones as she catches Eddie before his buckling knees can hit the floor.

He's heavy, too heavy for her aching arms, and she looks to Buck for help only to find an empty spot.

"Please," Eddie whispers over and over, voice wet and raw.

Hen follows his gaze and finds Buck at the fresh wall of rubble, tearing chunks of debris away with nothing more than his bear hands. She blinks, expecting to find herself in darkness and soaked to the bone by rain, but Buck is screaming Christopher's name not Eddie's.

Hen lowers Eddie to the floor, propping him up against the car and making sure he has a clear view of Buck's frantic work. She turns just in time to watch Buck bark orders at a group of gathered firefighters, but then he's right back to scrabbling through the rubble and screaming his lungs out.

"Linda," Hen murmurs into her radio, "is Chris still with you?"

There's a pause. Too long. Hen squeezes her eyes shut tight.

"T-the call hasn't ended, but..." A deep breath. "He's not answering me."

Hen curses quietly to herself, sends a prayer up to a god she doesn't believe in, then turns back to Eddie, his eyes still fixed on Buck with something desperate and pleading. Her eyes drop, unable to stomach the expression of pure anguish on his face, and she finds Eddie's gloved hand wrapped around his St Christopher medallion.

She wants to promise him that Christopher will be okay, wants to promise him that he'll make it out the other side, wants to make a hundred promises that she absolutely shouldn't. But Hen loses her own voice when she thinks about how she'd react if it was Denny under tonnes and tonnes of bridge.

The next thing she knows, Buck is calling out for a gurney with a hoarse voice and diving into a hole in the wall of rubble. Hen wonders if he realises he doesn't have a helmet on or if he just doesn't care. She watches the small opening with baited breath, gripping Eddie's hand as tight as she can possibly manage.

Its a long five minutes before Buck emerges from the hole with a dust-covered body in his arms. The sob that bubbles out of Eddie is almost as haunting as his scream. Buck cradles Christopher against his chest like he's the most precious thing in the world as he picks his way through the chaos towards them. Sooner than Hen can comprehend, Buck is falling to his knees by Eddie's side, his own eyes glassy with tears.

"Hey, buddy," Buck chokes out, "told you I'd get you to dad."

"Chris," Eddie sobs, reaching out for him. Buck doesn't miss a beat, manoeuvring himself and Chris closer so that Eddie can hold his son without aggravating his injuries. "Hey, Chris. Hey, I'm here."

"Dad?" Chris mumbles weakly, but for the smile that breaks across Eddie's face you'd think it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Yeah, mijo, I'm here." Eddie shakes a glove off to brush the curls off of Christopher's forehead, and Hen waves the paramedics with the gurney over. "I've got you. You're gonna be okay."

Hen makes the mistake of looking at Buck again, and her eyes fill with sharp tears at what she finds. Buck, the gentle giant, cradling Christopher with the most care in the world, and looking down at father and son like they're the reason he's still breathing, his heart is still beating. Buck watching Eddie murmur reassurances to Christopher like he's just found faith for the first time in his life, like a resurrection, like this is why he came back from the dead.

The gurney breaks them from the moment, and Hen helps Eddie to his feet as Buck lays Christopher down. Eddie takes his hand the moment he's upright and he's staggering along with them to the ambulance before he's even steady on his feet.

Hen watches them roll Christopher into the rig, watches Eddie climb in after him, watches as Eddie turns to catch Buck's eyes just before the doors close between them. Hen doesn't have to know Buck and Eddie's secret language to know that that look meant thank you. She turns to Buck, a few steps in front of her, suddenly looking lost in all the debris. When she lays a hand on his shoulder, he clears his throat and sniffles before composing himself.

"Back to work," he mutters and then he's off again.

Hen hears her own voice echoed in her head: are you capable of being a father and walking away?

1K notes · View notes

lavenderstobins · 2 months

Text

Wayne Adopts Robin | pt 2

[part 1]

Before anything else, Wayne needs to call Eddie.

Robin's still curled up on the couch, now barely visible under his jacket. Eddie's at band practice at Tony's place and has been for most of the day; there's still a few hours 'til he expects him home, but Wayne's aware that he might not be in the most... sound of mind.

'Band practice', Wayne has learned, covers anything and everything related to spending time with the band, whether they play or not. With no current upcoming performances, they're usually just hangouts, and hangouts that often have Eddie coming home red-eyed and giggly.

He doesn't mind it. He does think that if Eddie comes home stoned to find a random girl in their trailer he might have an aneurysm.

The number comes to him easily enough. Tony's Dale's kid, God rest his soul, and the phone number is burned into his memory from long-ago fishing trips.

The phone rings once before a voice answers. Linda, Dale's wife. A nice woman, known to be a gossip. They exchange pleasantries, then Linda's yelling for Tony to pass the phone to Eddie, and the background noise changes.

Tony, he can hear, is telling Eddie that he's calling, and Eddie, who is definitely stoned, answers eloquently with "Wha?"

"Dude, the phone."

"Huh? No thanks."

There's a snort, and someone else cackles. Wayne's pretty sure it's Jeff.

"It's your uncle, man." Tony's voice is higher-pitched than usual. Ah, to be a teenager again. "Mom's put it through for you. Answer... the... phone."

There's some rustling, and then—

"Wayne!" Eddie all but shouts. "Pleasant eve, my good sir!"

There's a giggle, then someone in the background says, "Oh, god, he's gone medieval again."

"Eddie?" He hesitates, glancing back to where Robin's sleeping. He lowers his voice. "You okay, boy?"

"Uncle Wayne, I could not be more magnificent." Another rustle and a quiet thud. Wayne dreads to think what's happening. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Ed," he starts, then stops, shifting. What even should he say? He needs to tell him about Robin being here, but as he glances back to her sleeping form, he can already feel that her presence ain't gonna be temporary. If her mom's kicked her out, she won't have anywhere to go, and he'll be damned if he lets a kid end up shivering on the streets. "You think you'd be okay with a sister?"

The other end is quiet. Then there's a loud thump, an even louder groan, and an explosion of laughter from presumably the rest of the band.

"Not soft," Eddie mumbles. "Fuckin— imposter rug."

Wayne clears his throat.

"You fucking moron," a voice chips in, feminine this time, which means it's Felicity. "That rug is almost as flat as your ass."

Eddie squawks indignantly. Wayne sighs, a small smile tugging at his lips despite it.

"Eddie." He waits for Eddie's answering hum. "Did you hear me?"

"Nope," he says, cheery as ever. "What did you say?"

"I said, how would you feel about havin' a—a sister of sorts around?"

There's a beat of silence. He's about to repeat himself, when—

"You're PREGNANT?" Eddie shouts.

Quieter, Wayne can hear Jeff's voice, "Wait, isn't he talking to Uncle Wayne?"

"No, Eddie—"

"YOU SLY DOG! YOU DIDN'T USE PROTECTION? AFTER ALL THE LECTURES YOU GAVE ME ABOUT IT?"

"Alright, that's enough, buddy." Jeff's calm tone takes over, growing louder a moment later. "Hi, Uncle Wayne. Uh, don't mind Eddie, he's..." There's a pause in which he seems to be trying to find the right words.

Eddie's voice booms again, far too close to the receiver. "Jeff, Jeff! Tell Wayne I want to name her Arwen!"

"... I don't know what he is," Jeff finishes. "Um, he'll be fine before he goes home, I promise. We, ah—We didn't expect your call."

"It's fine, son." Wayne stifles his own laugh. "I'll wait until he's home. You, uh, enjoy your night now."

"Yes, sir," Jeff says politely. Distantly, he can hear the sounds of a scuffle and more giggling.

Wayne hangs up, shaking his head fondly. He only hopes that Eddie does sober up before he gets home, or the conversation's going to be very difficult.

He's gonna need another coffee.

#wayne adopts robin au #stranger things #wayne munson #eddie munson #jeff stranger things #unnamed freak stranger things #corroded coffin #robin buckley #my fics #my writing #st fic #st ficlet #my aus

118 notes · View notes

sibylsleaves · 27 days

Note

What happens after buck and eddie get together.

hello friend IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED

There are literally SOOOOOO many fun storylines that could come out of this but like, first of all, how do you even start a relationship that you're basically already in the middle of??? This is NOTHING like starting a relationship with someone new, or even someone you're casually friends with (as you could argue Buck and Taylor were) this is...starting a relationship when you already know that in the event of your death this is the person you want to raise your child. This is starting a relationship knowing this person has already seen you at the lowest of your lows, that this person knows EVERY intimate, embarrassing, silly detail about you. like yeah that's beautiful but I also think it would be surprisingly difficult to navigate.

Like. Especially if you're Buck and Eddie who both, in different ways, have such an idealized view of romance (I would actually argue Eddie more so than Buck in many ways). And yeah, i think they've done a lot of work to deconstruct that BEFORE they even get together, but it's still like...a complete rewiring of the way you operate in a romantic relationship and that's not going to happen overnight. They're going to stumble over little things that feel awkward or unnatural because maybe they're still trying to fit this into a more familiar version of romance before they realize they don't HAVE to do that. Do they just continue on the way they've been but now they kiss and have sex? Do they start going on dates? Do they start calling each other pet names? How much time is it acceptable to spend with a brand new romantic partner who is also the man named in your will to raise your child if you die AND ALSO your coworker who you see for 24 hours at a time. Do they have different ideas about the answers to these questions and how do they navigate THAT?

And speaking of being coworkers, is there gonna be conflict with the 118 because it's technically against policy for them to date and be on the same shift? Maybe one of them transfers to a different shift but oh no now they never see each other! Cue a storyline where they prove how good of a team they are and that the fire chief (or whoever) shouldn't force bobby to separate them. And also, their lives are SO intertwined that whenever a conflict arises it's like. Who am I supposed to get an outside perspective from? YOU are the person I always go to with my relationship problems. And literally everyone else I know is ALSO your friend. So potentially we'd get some opening up of more relationships on the show, particularly for Eddie who almost ALWAYS goes to either Buck or, less frequently, Bobby with relationship issues. (Buck still has Maddie) But like. Bobby is BASICALLY Buck's dad so???? and even Carla, who seems to be at this point lowkey written out of the show, knew Buck first!!!! Eddie either has to talk to his parents (difficult because they've never approved of his relationships in the past and I think it's still probably touchy subject for them), Pepa (i actually love this option but also she's a different generation and sometimes you really DO need the opinion of someone who intimately understands modern relationships. Or maybe we get Eddie rekindling his friendship with Linda, or getting closer with Karen (this is after they get trapped in a well together thanks ryan guzman).

And in general (stealing this from @try-set-me-on-fire's recent post about them fighting) HOW do they navigate conflict in their relationship because we really DONT see them have much conflict in their friendship, so what happens when a relatively small issue in their relationship blows up into something bigger just because they literally DONT KNOW how to argue with each other.

And I haven't even touched the Christopher of it all yet. I DO think there's juicy conflict to mine there, because as many people have said I could see there being real fear for him about what happens when/if this relationship implodes the way ALL Eddie's relationships have imploded. I think it could go one of many ways, but what's interesting for me here is Chris is NOT ten years old anymore. He's a teenager, and his emotions are way more complex than just "ANGRY AT DAD." I could see him saying he's fine with it but then acting out in other ways that make Buck and Eddie realize he's NOT actually fine with it (kind of mirroring how we saw in 7x01 Chris acting out by stringing girls along being a symptom of Not Being Fine about Shannon's abandonment). And how Buck and Eddie might have to actually WORK to even get to a place to have an honest conversation about what his fears are.

Anyway I just think there's so much new exciting storytelling ground for them once they get together this is just the tip of the iceberg

#this is all about conflict because storylines need conflict hope that helps <3 #sibyl answers #eddiegettingshot #buddie established relationship spec

78 notes · View notes

princessamericachavez · 1 year

Text

I still can’t believe how unhinged the couch thing is.

In s5 we see that Taylor brings her couch into the loft even though Buck has one and they have a problem from the get go because both couches (aka their personalities, their lives, their wants) do not fit in at the same time. They are both too attached to their own individual lives and goals to actually share a life. There’s no space for both of them in that home.

Ok anyway moving on Taylor is gone and we have an empty space where she forced her couch into Buck’s space.

Anyway, my point is: 6x1 we have the whole couch conversation and it’s always been such an OBVIOUS metaphor for Buck and Eddie’s relationship that it drives me insane.

“You know, I think it’s weird that he’s struggling to pick a replacement when he has so many excellent options right under his nose.”

“Like you?”

“It’s like he’s choosing not to see them and everything they have to offer.”

In the same season where we now know that Eddie will be exploring his dating options and going out with other people?????? Are you kidding me???????????

Buck saying this while he cooks for Eddie and Chris???? While he offers food and comfort??? In a show that has consistently utilized cooking and feeding others as a clear metaphor for love and family?!?!

And they even hammer it in again!!!

“What are you offering?”

“Right now, Bobby’s famous lasagna.”

I need to talk about thisssss. Because not only have we been presented with the idea of food as love and nurturing but also cooking as personal growth, about learning to nurture yourself and others and getting out of the darkness. Think about Bobby after joining the 118. But also think about Maddie being impressed by Buck “growing up” represented by Buck having learned cooking skills from Bobby. Think about Eddie going to therapy and swapping recipes with Linda and learning to be better and look after himself after getting chewed off by his dad for burning breakfast for his mom and sisters.

What Buck is offering is his own growth as a person. Is saying “I’ve put myself back together”. It’s saying “I’ve been working on myself for five years to become a better man”. It’s saying “it’s taken me several tries but I’m finally getting there.”

And of course after all that it’s when we go fully into the couch metaphor. It’s hard to say much about this dialogue that hasn’t been said before, but mostly I want to highlight that, for Buck, this metaphor is tightly tied to romantic relationships. “My last two couches came with girlfriends” and “maybe I don’t want to pick the wrong couch again”. But it’s also the fact that Buck picks his chair to take the couch’s spot for now. That is Buck. Buck being single.

The whole metaphor could’ve simply been about Buck realizing he doesn’t need a relationship to define him and who he is and that he should choose his own path and create a space in his home for himself. But if that was the case he would’ve just bought a couch for himself. The single chair represents his single path at the moment. The couch will be a romantic metaphor.

All of this to say that it’s absolutely unhinged that this is the last shot of Eddie we see in 6a.

And this comes after a) Buck called to give them the baby news, b) Eddie looked less than pleased at the reveal, c) Eddie hung up saying he was gonna try to get some sleep before taking Chris to school.

Except we see him drop the controller here. So he clearly kept playing. Even though he looked quite frustrated there. Fighting with himself. Anyway clearly something was bothering him.

What’s insane to me is that we cut immediately from this shot to Buck sleeping and the whole baby onesie shot. And I don’t think it could be any more obvious that we are meant to connect these two dots. Especially when we see them in the same montage as Henren and Maddnie sleeping together on their respective beds. And we know Buck’s whole donor thing was partly motivated by other things, like his need to be useful to others and save everyone, but also his eternal search for family and perhaps a call to fatherhood (even though he’s clearly not struggling with separating the idea as everyone expected).

Anyway, I do think having Eddie sleep on his couch rather than his bed was certainly A CHOICE. and it feels even more obvious when we know what happens in 6b.

I love that the Buckley’s brought up Buck’s lack of couch an episode before. HEY REMEMBER THIS? And it’s so much A Thing that we see that even Maddie gets it.

Which is so important considering the very. next. episode. we are going to get the most obvious callback to this metaphor in the shape of Buck finally finding rest and peace at Eddie’s couch?!?!?!

THEY ARE SO UNHINGED FOR THIS

And then they go as far as to have Buck point out “how did I pass out so fast?”

Like boyyyyyy you’re this 🤏🏽 close to figuring it out!!!!!!!

Anyway I cannot WAIT to see how they bring it up again and how Margaret’s couch finds its demise and especially knowing Buck’s very last scene of the season will touch back on the metaphor.

It will be so insane if they actually pull this off!!!!!!!

#buddie #Evan buck Buckley #911 fox #Eddie Diaz #911 spec

420 notes · View notes

will80sbyers · 3 months

Text

STRANGER THINGS 5 PRODUCTION MASTERPOST

part 001 (a new masterpost with the dates in order and more organized)

Before filming started:

We know that "The crawl" is the title of episode 1 of season 5 !

( posted on Nov. 7 /2023 ) The first scene is this one with a child's voice singing a familiar song (probably Will singing Should I stay or Should I go)

April 29 / 2023

Casting was looking for two kids 8-10yo (April and Derek - probably fake names)

August 17 / 2023

David (Hopper's actor) says the season is going to start a bit after the final scene on the hill and the finale is ''moving'' and the characters will have a pay-off.

September 19 / 2023

First pictures of the Hawkins set, they were building it still.

pictures and drone footage

September 29 / 2023

The STRANGER WRITERS account on twitter posts a pre-vis of a scene in episode 1 where Jonathan and Steve are doing something together.

October 20 / 2023

Pre-vis animation of the scene of Dustin, Jonathan and Nancy falling down a tunnel in a car while screaming. Happens in episode 4 at the McCorkle farm.

October 30 / 2023

Ross and Matt Duffer post a video of them preparing one of the scenes- Robin, Nancy, Joyce, El and Will are in it.

TRANSCRIPTION:

You probably have some sort of straight on with Joyce…we're seeing them kinda parading and then we'll probably have some rakes, you know? Yeah. But then we need to get to Will, though. Well, what, isn't it Joyce ???? Well, we'll start from Eleven and then, cause Eleven says ''There's not enough.''. Oh she says ''There's not enough.'' either ''too many'' what if we just pull back like, Eleven says '' There's too many'' and then we land on Will and he's looking nervous… and then we could zero-in on him like that… is that weird to pull and then move in. I don't think so.

November 26 / 2023

BTS of some posters inside the Hawkins school make us think the season will start or take place around november 21, 1987. There is a project for the fair for ''Energy conservation'' from the Department of Energy. There is also a poster aboout Christmas.

November 29 / 2023

Ross Duffer was on the Wheelers home location

November 30 / 2023

Scouting the locations. New bts of the posters at Hawkins high, the crew is preparing the locations- pictures from Ross.

December 7 / 2023

Cara Buono posts a ''back to work'' selfie and we have some more pictures from the Hawkins high set.

December 8 / 2023

Ross posts some bts pictures, they are doing camera tests for the show before they start filming.

December 17 / 2023

Confirmed that STRANGER THINGS 5 will be 8 episodes long, video interview to the Duffer brothers. They already did the table read of the first 6 episodes (which makes me think it was the day Cara posted the selfie on dec. 7)

January 5 2024

atlanta_filming on instagram says that Nancy, Steve, Jonathan and Robin were filming.

January 8 / 2024

New bts pictures of the Hawkins set with the militay in town.

The Stranger Things production begins officially with a picture of the cast. Linda Hamilton is interpreting a new character in s5 as previously announced.

January 9 / 2024

Ross Duffer posts a series of bts pictures from Day 1: FIRST LOOK AT ROBIN AND STEVE IN COSTUME. BTS pictures of the background, Nancy and Jonathan were filming too, Pink Floyd the movie poster etc

January 11 / 2024

Eduardo Franco says Argyle will not be back in s5 (HE COULD BE LYING)

FIRST LOOK AT DUSTIN IN COSTUME from Ross Duffer's ig.

More bts pictures of Dustin in costume, the scene seems to be him at the cemetery visiting Eddie's grave that has been defaced with hate writings on it. LINKS: 1 / 2 / 3

January 17 / 2024

Paparazzi pictures of the filming at Hawkins high, the Bully with the hat from s4 (or Dustin???) in costume?

Bts pictures with the military near the school

FIRST LOOK AT MIKE IN COSTUME paparazzi picture at Hawkins High / 2

New pictures of Dustin on set, his shirt is damaged, there's probably been a fight at school with the bullies (initially I thought it was with Mike but it makes no sense lmao), he's being harassed because of what the town believes about Eddie. LINKS: 1 / 2

The Stranger Things channel on instagram posts a bts video of the set with books about electricity.

Some details from the video

January 18 /2024

Prod. Spoilers on twitter posts a picture of the Bradley's big buy supermarket saying it will make an appearance.

New pictures that show the Radio station WSQK where they are filming, the truck from Bradley's is there so maybe they took it in a scene.

January 19 / 2024

Ross Duffer posts bts pictures from week 2 of filming: FIRST LOOK AT MIKE in his room (finally a good picture ❤️ ) / A bike in the Hawkins school field, Will's bike with the shoes that Noah was wearing there so it's a scene with Will probably having a vision/dream because it's at night with the fog. / A sticker that says the Halley's comet is coming nov. 1985 - apr. 1986 / Mike's basement ? / A hellfire drawing inside one of the lockers. / El and Mike in a field going to the radio station.

Bts pictures of a scene with El and Mike at the radio station talking to each other, Hopper and Joyce were there too. / 2 / 3

Picture of Hopper

Picture of Joyce

VIDEO OF THE SCENE BETWEEN MIKE AND EL ON THE ROOF OF THE RADIO STATION

My lip reading of the video (it could be wrong!!!!)

January 24 / 2024

The Hawkins mall will be back?

Pictures at the Hawkins new hospital with a blue and a yellow bike there

Video of Karen on set filming ep. 2

A new video of the scene between El and Mike on the radio station roof seems to indicate it's an emotional scene.

January 25 / 2024

They are filming at the Stone Mountain park location, new bts pictured of the weeks before at the radio station etc

Little curiosity about the radio station and the inspo for it.

January 26 / 2024

The Stranger Things channel on ig posts new background pictures at the school with the decorations inside the school: 1 / 2 / 3 /

The lockers at school: 1 / 2

January 27 / 2024

New bts paparazzi pictures from the day they filmed at the hospital in Hawkins / 2 / 3

January 28 / 2024

Filming at Browns Lake in Georgia?

January 29 / 2024

Bts pictures of the Upside down vines in the woods and at Hawkins Lab

February 1 / 2024

Probably old - pictures of the night shoots at the radio station

Maybe a song is involved?

Bts pictures of the Wheelers car and Steve's car at the radio station with the WSQK blue van / 2

A good picture of the WSQK blue van

February 2 / 2024

Prod. Spoilers says that Nancy, Mike, Will, Jonathan, Murray and Joyce and Steve were on set.

New pictures from the radio station

ROSS DUFFER BTS PICTURES OF WEEK 3-4 / El at the radio station, background decoration with '' A wrinkle in Time'' and '' Why start a life under a cloud?" - the old bus from s1 at the place where they went to hide, a bloody shoe (probably Joyce's) and a scene in a room with blue walls (?)

BTS paparazzi pictures near the Bradley's truck, Jonathan, Nancy, Steve, Robin and Murray were involved. / 2

Filming in Stone Mountain Park probably on the train tracks like in s1

February 3 / 2024

Prod Spoilers posts a drone video of the radio station with some info

FIRST LOOK AT NANCY AND JONATHAN (from behind…) paparazzi pics / 2 / 3 / 4

February 5 / 2024

BTS pics from the Mc Corkle farm / 2

Continues in -> 002 and 003

87 notes · View notes

ghosthunterbuck · 1 year

Text

these tangled threads

(buddie) (2.3k words) (6x11 spec) i've been back for five minutes and immediately decided i needed to write some spec fic so uh, here we are, have some coma!buck :)

Evan picks at a loose thread on his sleeve and stares at the screen in front of him. His latest in a long line of temp jobs has him feeling disquieted. Even more lost than usual, somehow. He wonders if it isn’t because he’s back in California.

It’s been years since he graced the west coast with his presence, and it’s hard to explain why he’s back now.

It certainly isn’t for the work. Digitizing old files might be the worst job he’s ever had, and that includes the summer he spent digging drainage ditches in Florida.

He’s felt restless, though, as of late, an itch beneath his skin that he can’t seem to scratch. Evan pulls at the thread again and a little more of his sleeve unravels. He lets the red string dangle and returns his attention to the file in front of him.

June 22nd, 1985.

Evan sighs quietly and flips the folder open. He arranges the sheets nestled inside by color. Red for fire, white for police, yellow for medical. He pulls the stack of red towards him and begins the process of painstakingly typing in each detail all over again.

Twenty years of files and he hasn’t even made it through the first.

…

He’s just begun working on the 26th when there’s a soft knock on the slightly ajar door to his closet-turned-office. A young woman pokes her head in and immediately wrinkles her nose.

“Wow, I don’t think they could’ve found a darker room to put you in if they tried.”

“It’s uh– it’s… fine?” Evan ventures.

The young woman snorts and pushes the door further open, allowing a small sliver of natural light to stain the carpet.

“I’ll have to ask Eddie to find out for sure, but I’m pretty sure this is a fire code violation,” she says with a wry grin.

Evan smiles, a little cautiously. “You’d know better than me,” he says, tapping the file in front of him, “my knowledge currently ends in 1985.”

The woman chuckles softly. “Anyway, a couple of us are going to grab lunch from the food truck across the street. You want to get out of this cave and come with?”

Evan bites his lip and glances at the stack of files to his left.

“I’m May, by the way,” she says.

“Evan,” he replies, but even as he says it, something about it feels wrong. Like the shape of his own name is unfamiliar to his tongue.

“Come on,” May says, backing out of the room but leaving the door wide open, “you’ll go crazy sitting in here all day.”

Evan stands before he’s consciously made the decision to do so. “You’re right,” he says. “Can’t stay here forever.”

…

The food truck reminds him a little of a postcard Maddie sent him a few years back, a generic one with no location and no return address. It’s funny, the way she’d flipped the script on him when she finally left Doug.

He hasn’t gotten a new one in a few months, but who knows if the long string of forwarding addresses he’s kept is still intact.

There’s a small group of blue and maroon polo-clad individuals huddled beneath a large beach umbrella nearby, and May leads him to them.

“Hey guys! This is the new temp Sue mentioned yesterday, Evan,” she introduces him.

Another wave of discomfort hits him and he frowns a little. He tries to wipe the expression off his face before anyone catches it, but at least one of them notices. His eyes narrow ever so slightly, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Evan,” May continues, “this is Linda, Josh and Eddie.” She points to each of them in turn.

Linda and Josh both offer him a warm greeting, but Eddie simply nods. He’s got dark circles under his eyes and a seemingly permanent furrowed brow, and Evan finds himself picking again at his frayed sleeve under the man’s scrutinizing gaze.

Evan wants to look away, but finds that he can’t.

The moment seems to stretch and pull into something more akin to molasses than time, slowly crystalizing into a shape that feels recognizable. Evan feels the urge to reach out, the inexplicable need to pull Eddie to safety.

Eddie’s phone rings, and the moment shatters.

“Excuse me,” he says, and Evan would swear he’s heard that voice before.

…

By the time Eddie returns, Evan’s halfway through a taco and a story about his time as a ranch hand. The others seem interested enough, but Evan’s boring himself. He knows how the story ends – another place he couldn’t stay, another set of fraying loose ends.

“Have we met before?” Eddie suddenly interrupts.

Evan’s certain they haven’t, certain he would remember if they had, but there’s a nagging sensation in the back of his head that begs him to reconsider. “I’m not sure,” he says after a moment.

“On a call, maybe?” Eddie presses.

Evan shrugs helplessly. “I’ve never called 9-1-1,” he says.

Eddie shakes his head impatiently. “I’m not a dispatcher,” he says. “I used to be a firefighter, though.”

An image flashes through Evan’s mind. It’s Eddie, but he looks younger. Or – maybe younger isn’t right. Less burdened. His posture is straight and he’s wearing turnouts and a warm smile. He has the look of someone who’s settled in his skin, someone who knows exactly who he is and isn’t afraid of that knowledge. He’s so incredibly familiar, but Evan knows they haven’t met. Not in this lifetime, anyway.

He shakes his head again. “I’m sorry, I don’t think so. I haven’t been in LA in years.” Evan feels like he’s lying, even as he knows he’s telling the truth.

Eddie’s lips twist into a small frown, a painful expression Evan is suddenly desperate to wipe away.

“Who was on the phone?” he blurts.

The question works, and Eddie’s frown fades into something closer to a tired smile. “My son,” he says, “Christopher.”

“Whoa, you got a kid?” Evan’s voice seems to echo in his own ears.

Christopher, he’s seven.

And super adorable.

“One that’s growing up way too fast,” Eddie says. His tone is light, but the guilt in his expression says everything he doesn’t.

He doing okay?

Better than me.

Evan turns his attention back to his frayed sleeve, and realizes it isn’t just one string, it’s two, tangled so tightly together he’s sure they’ll never unwind.

…

“Buck,” someone says, and Evan’s head snaps up so fast it hurts.

There’s no one there. He’s alone in his dingy longstay motel room, picking at a plate of microwave lasagna that makes him wish desperately that he’d learned how to cook somewhere along the way.

The room shouldn’t feel silent, not with the buzzing air conditioner and thin walls, but it does and it’s oppressive. Evan flips on the TV and hopes it’ll be enough.

A red headed reporter fills the screen, and something like anxiety twists in his chest. He reaches for the remote but freezes when the image changes.

“...three alarm blaze that displaced multiple families was extinguished early this morning by multiple teams of firefighters. Incident commander Robert Nash commented at the scene.”

“Our team performed admirably tonight. We just wish you were there with us.”

Evan’s brow furrows and he sits back, watching as the camera pans to two paramedics bandaging the arm of a young firefighter with dark skin and a pained expression.

…

In the morning, a postcard from Maddie arrives.

Strangely, the image on the front is of a small, nondescript house with three pairs of shoes set neatly by the front door.

Evan flips the card over to read the inscription.

We miss you. Please come home.

There’s no postage, and no return address.

Evan shivers and grabs his hoodie from the bed. It’s only when he pushes his knuckles through the end of his sleeve that he notices his two strings have turned to nine, all varying degrees of tangled, though none as long or as tightly woven as the first two he’d noticed.

His head aches, and he wishes more than anything he could follow Maddie’s instructions.

Home though… he doesn’t know where that is.

…

Evan finds himself at the pier with no memory of how he got there. It looks familiar but wrong, dotted with rides and attractions he knows are long gone. He looks to his left and finds a young boy staring at him, no older than eight.

“You ever think about what you want to do with your life? What you want to be when you grow up?” the boy asks him.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Evan replies.

The boy ignores him and continues speaking. “I hope you do find something you love,” he says.

“I did,” Evan replies instinctively. He hesitates. “Or I thought…”

The boy looks at him, and suddenly he’s older. “It’s gonna be okay, Buck. The doctors can fix you.”

Evan gasps and stumbles back. There’s a roaring in his ears. He turns just in time to see the wave that swallows him whole.

…

What am I supposed to do if you– you promised, Buck. Chris needs you, and I–

…

Evan sputters and coughs until a river flows from his mouth. He’s standing in a bathroom, in front of a mirror, covered in blood.

The strings from his tattered sleeve wrap around his fingers now, difficult but not impossible to distinguish from the horrible stains on his skin.

The door behind him swings open, and a man walks in.

Immediately, Evan is comforted, though he doesn’t know why.

“Everyone’s out there,” the man says. “Waiting.”

“Why?” Evan asks.

The man frowns.

“I was just the guy standing there when it happened,” Evan continues.

“I need you to open your eyes, kid,” the man says.

Evan blinks– once, twice, and he’s back in his office.

…

The door swings open.

“None of us are better off, you know,” a woman with a shaved head says as she steps into the room. “I know you think it sometimes, but we’re not.”

“I don’t understand,” Evan says.

“Bobby’s a wreck. And Eddie… I’ve never seen him react like that to anything. Reminded me of you, actually.”

“You know me?” Evan asks, feeling more and more desperate. The walls around him feel like they’re closing in.

“Point is, we don’t work without you. So I’m going to need you to wake up and come be a firefighter again, okay?” The woman turns on her heel and leaves.

“Wait!” Evan calls, but it’s too late.

He blinks again and finds himself in the middle of a grocery store, clutching a box of cat laxative to his chest.

…

“Buck?” A man asks, striding towards him. He’s wearing a firefighter’s uniform and has a scar in the middle of his forehead. “Man, what are you doing here,” he says. It doesn’t sound like a question.

“I'm just here to– to do some... some shopping,” Evan replies.

The man shakes his head. “This isn’t right,” he says. “It isn’t supposed to happen like this. You need to come home.”

“I want to,” Evan whispers. “I don’t know how.”

The box falls from his hands, tearing at the red strings that no longer seem to come from his sleeve but from his skin instead.

“Maddie’ll be back soon,” the man says. “She stayed with Jee overnight, but she’s on her way now. I know you’re not going to wake up for me, but maybe you could wake up for her? She needs you.”

The man claps Evan on the shoulder and spins him around, and suddenly he’s face to face with the sister he hasn’t seen in years.

…

“Maddie!” Evan cries, throwing himself towards her. She catches him in a tight hug.

“I miss you, little brother,” she says sadly.

“I’m right here,” Evan says.

“What happened to you,” Maddie whispers.

Evan shakes his head. Tears begin to pool in the corners of his eyes. “I don’t know, Maddie. I’m scared.”

…

He’s flatlining again!

Ma’am, please step back and let us do our jobs.

That’s my brother!

And we’re doing everything we can to save him.

…

Evan gasps awake in his motel room, alone again. Or maybe– he was alone the entire time. Just dreaming. It always feels so real.

The TV is still on, but now it’s the weather. A grim meteorologist addresses him.

“High winds and rain are in the forecast tonight, but the real danger is the lightning. Shelter away from tall trees and poles, and whatever you do, don’t go climbing any ladders.”

Evan shudders. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end. He’s in danger.

The door swings open, and Eddie walks in.

“Buck,” Eddie says, and though it isn’t his first time hearing the name, it’s the first time he understands that it’s his.

Buck stands.

“You have to open your eyes,” Eddie says, “okay? You have to.”

“I’m looking right at you,” Buck says softly.

Eddie shakes his head and the meaning is obvious. You’re looking right at me, but you still don’t see.

“The doctor’s,” Eddie says shakily, “they say you might never wake up. But I don’t believe that, Buck. I know you. I know you better than they do and I know you’re not going to give up on us like that.”

Buck reaches out on instinct and lays his string wrapped hand over Eddie’s heart.

In an instant, it all comes rushing back to him.

“You have to wake up,” Eddie says.

“I’m trying,” Buck gasps.

“You have to, because I can’t do any of this without you, Buck. I don’t want to.”

Buck remembers the moment lightning struck him. He remembers the moment before the pain, remembers feeling, just for a moment, like he might be immortal. He remembers Eddie crying out his name.

Eddie’s hands encircle his, and the red string tangles them together.

“Please, Buck,” Eddie says, squeezing his hand. “Come home.”

With a herculean effort, Buck squeezes back.

#911 #buddie #fic #911fic #911 fic #buddie fic #evan buckley #911 spec #911 spoilers #abbie writes #userceecee

586 notes · View notes

captain-hen · 2 months

Note

the ‘sunshine personified’ / ‘he makes everyone around him happy’ thing is sooo interesting because i don’t think we’ve really seen that from buck, have we? and by that i specifically mean in the fanon context of buck being the social PTA dad at all of chris’s school functions while eddie broods in the corner and only wants to talk to buck. if anything, we’ve seen the opposite behavior with eddie — he’s clearly good friends with chris’s friends’ parents, he was so happy and glowy when he first met the 118, he befriended may and linda so easily at dispatch, and i could go on and on.

he just seems to connect with people so easily, and i think a lot of that genuine friendliness is lost on people because he also has a tendency to get casually snarky with people he isn’t so fond of, whether it’s annoying temporary coworkers or selfish people on calls or opportunistic reporters. the same thing goes for his private nature vs. buck’s bleeding heart — it’s assumed that eddie isn’t a people person because he likes to keep his innermost feelings close to his chest and it’s also assumed that buck is good at instantly forming connections bc his feelings spill out of him at all times.

and like. it’s not that buck isn’t a kind and friendly person, but i do feel like his specialty is deep acts of love for the people he loves. idk if i’m articulating this right but i’m trying to point out that he’s never more ‘sunshine personified’ than when he’s with the 118 and co. he would do anything for them and he lights up around them in a way that he doesn’t really do with anyone else. and we haven’t seen him be so casually close to people outside that friend group.

when we got a glimpse of connor and buck’s friendship, it seemed more about what they could do for each other than about true connection. when we got that episode about buck and red, a lot of it was projection on buck’s part re. his fear of abandonment and his desire not to let his future turn out like red’s and it was also about his need to fix things for everyone else so he can feel like he’s needed. when he met lucy, he was desperate to fill a void and not feel as hollow as he felt going home to taylor kelly every night with his sister and his brother in law and his partner gone.

don’t get me wrong, i’m not trying to ascribe selfish motivations to buck bc i do believe he always tries to do the right thing, but when it comes to people outside of the 118, with the way it’s been written in canon, i feel like those dynamics have always been more about his own issues than they’ve been about actual friendship. and this isn’t even getting into how he acts when he feels like someone new is encroaching on his territory (see: eddie in 2x01 and lena). idk….i just think that kind of casual connection comes so much easier to eddie for whatever reason. maybe it’s because his abandonment issues are a whole other flavor, or because eddie’s upbringing was so different from buck’s. either way, it’s so interesting and ppl blinded by fanon are really missing out. i apologize for the long ass rambling and i don’t think i really articulated this well, so TL;DR — fanon sunshine buck and broody eddie do not exist in canon and i’m Very excited to see the way that mr. possessive, jealous, broody evan buckley acts when eddie meets someone new this week :)

no, you're so right about all of this, though! buck genuinely does light up and is at his most comfortable and golden retriever-like around the 118, because he sees them as family and trusts them so much—and i think people get carried away and attribute the same thing to everything else (like, for example, the social PTA dad thing). when in canon, buck on multiple occasions has not dealt with new people too well—whether it was eddie, or lena, or ravi...and now, as it looks like, tommy. and you kinda hit the nail on the head about how most of buck's relationships outside the 118 being very transactional in nature up to this point, it's sad, but it's true.

eddie is the complete opposite in this regard, though, like, the guy goes around collecting new friends like they're pokemon. lol. he is so wildly different to the fandom portrayal of him as this anti-social loner that i struggle with understanding how people even got there in the first place (i mean, i know why. but still).

anyway, buck's issues with jealousy and insecurity are sooo interesting to delve into as character flaws and so much more compelling than fandom's portrayal of him as a perfect angel baby who's never done anything wrong, but 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️ at least i have canon giving me the stuff i want lol

#neethu answers #anon

56 notes · View notes

loserdiaz · 7 months

Text

tagged by @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 @wikiangela @thewolvesof1998 @eowon 💗

again, a snippet from my dispatch eddie single dad buck fic 💗 (this is way more than seven sentences but i love this scene so much and i was dying to share it)

Eddie helps Phoebe witha few more math problems until he can hear her dad in the background.

"Did you call 911 again, Pheebo? What am I gonna do with you, huh?" Eddie hears what it sounds like the man doing a raspberry and Phoebe giggling before some stactic and then a gravelly, tired voice comes on the line. "Sorry, she does this—"

"I know." Eddie chuckles. "I'm Eddie, from the last time?"

"Oh, cra—" He cuts himself before he can finish the word, probably more for his daughter's benefit than Eddie's. "I mean, uh— Sorry."

"It's okay. I really don't mind." He shrugs, even if the man can't see him, and he leans back on his chair. "It's a quiet shift anyway."

"Dude! You just jinxed yourself!" Comes the guy's outrageous gasp.

"Oh please, don't tell me you believe in that crap."

"Of course I do! When I was a probie I made the huge, huge, mistake of saying that word and we got like thirty-six calls. Thirty-six calls." he emphazises. "In a day!"

"You sound like my Abuela. Are you gonna tell me you believe in ghosts too? Santa Muerte? Gremlins?"

"I'm respectful of all things supernatural and I don't mock the universe, thank you very much."

"Sure you are." Eddie finds himself laughing despite himself, and even— just for the tiniest bit of a second— forgetting he's at work, until Linda and Sue clear their throat and Josh sends him a dirry look from behind them. "Uh, anyway. Since Phoebe doesn't need any more of my help, I probably should go."

"Yeah, right. Uh, thanks for humoring my six year old. That's very nice of you." Eddie hears the genuine, pure honesty and gratefulness in the man's voice and it makes something inside of him brim with warmth. "Have a nice day and a 'Q Word' shift." Eddie grins amusedly at that. "Thanks, man. Bye."

tagging (no pressure): @buddierights @monsterrae1 @moonlightbuckleys @hoodie-buck @prettyboybuckley @heartshapedvows @rogerzsteven @forthewolves @rainbow-nerdss @giddyupbuck @hippolotamus @the-likesofus @spaceprincessem @eddiebabygirldiaz @spotsandsocks @wildlife4life @messyhairdiaz @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @maygrantgf @steadfastsaturnsrings @911onabc @housewifebuck @devirnis @dijkstraspath @thosetwofirefighters @ladydorian05 @911-on-abc @callaplums @exhuastedpigeon @pirrusstuff @disasterbuckdiaz and anyone else who wants to do it 💗

#dispatcher eddie dad buck #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #my wips #911 fic #911 wip #911 abc #911 on abc #my writing

140 notes · View notes

lolahasmoxie · 7 months

Text

Thanksgiving (E.M.)

I posted this as a headcanon earlier, but it wasn't showing up in the tags, so let's try this again. I also expanded it because it could have been better.

WARNINGS: family, holidays, disgusting fluff, implied smut, mentions of sexy times (I AM A SLUT FOR DOMESTIC CASUAL INTIMACY)

The road to your Aunt's house was quiet as you rode shotgun while Eddie drove. He played Megadeath while you looked out the window, enjoying the Fall weather. The way the trees were at the end of changing colors. The leaves will be gone in just a couple more weeks, and winter will be here.

You glance over when you notice Eddie beating his hands against the steering wheel of his van. That doesn't bother you; it's how his brow is furrowed in complete concentration.

"Eds, you doing okay?"

"Of course I'm okay. I'm fine. You're fine. Everything is fine."

"I don't know why you're nervous," you interject. "You've met everyone already."

"You say that because you were never the town derelict," he says under his breath.

"Stop it. We will spend the morning with my people, go home, nap, and then have dinner with Wayne. It's going to be fine."

You lean over and kiss him on the cheek, which seems to do the trick when you see the slight smile on his lips. It's about another ten minutes before you're parked in front of your Aunt Deb and Uncle Doug's home.

They come out to greet you both, hugging you both as your Aunt tells Eddie that he's all skin and bones. They help you bring in the food you have been asked to bring, and once inside, Uncle Doug pats Eddie on the shoulder.

"Picked up some new vinyl last week; why don't you come to check it out." Eddie smiles as he follows your Uncle while you trail your Aunt to the kitchen, where your Dad is already sitting at the table.

"How you doing, Monkey?" he asks, and you smile at your old childhood nickname. "Where's your man at?"

"Hey, Dad, Uncle Doug is showing him some records." You help put the food out on the counter when the door opens, and the voice of your Aunt Linda carries into the kitchen.

"I'm here! I'm not late, am I?"

"Just in time," Deb tells her sister. You get swept up in more hugs, and as Eddie and your Uncle come out of the den, your Aunt turns her attention to your metalhead.

"Oh my goodness, Eddie, look at you!" she says before cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a tight hug. He blushes a deep red from his cheeks to his ears, and you can't help but smile at how your family fawns over him.

"Linda," your Dad fusses, "Let the boy go. C'mon, son, help us set up the table." Eddie accepts the out and gives you a quick peck before following your Dad and Uncle outside.

Your aunts pepper you with questions about your job and how you and Eddie are doing, and when you look out the window onto the patio, you notice that Eddie is gazing back at you. He gives you a wink and a smile, and you want to swoon.

"Okay, everyone. Everything is ready, so let's eat!"

You let Eddie go ahead of you, helping your Dad with his plate before fixing your own. When you go outside, Eddie sits across from Linda, saving a spot for you next to him.

The conversation floats from topic to topic, friendly and easy, unlike anything Eddie had experienced growing up. The mood depended on how drunk his Father was or if he was even there. His mom always found ways to make the holidays special; he preferred when it was just the two of them anyway.

During the conversations, you occasionally felt Eddie's knee press against yours. It was something Eddie did when he needed grounding, and you silently put a hand on his knee as you and your dad joked back and forth.

After finishing your plates, you and your Aunt bring pie plates for everyone. You take the can of whipped cream and cover your pumpkin pie, turning when you feel Eddie's eyes on you. He leans in close so only you can hear him.

"Do we have whipped cream at the house, or will I have to give you my own whipped topping later?"

"Why not both?" you reply, and Eddie's doe eyes grow large as you take a bite of your pie. His death grip on his fork tells you you'll pay for this later.

"Alright," your dad says after everyone is full. "Who wants to play some cards?" You gleefully clap your hands before helping your Uncle to clear all the plates. Eddie doesn't know what is happening; you hadn't prepared him for this part.

He watches you run to your purse and pull out a bag filled with nickels, dimes, and quarters. He trails everyone as they head to the living room and take seats around a small round table. Your uncle hands you the deck of cards, and Eddie's eyebrows raise when he sees you shuffle and then deal the cards like you're a Vegas dealer.

"Let's start with a nickel ante, and deuces are wild."

The following two hours are some of the most entertained Eddie has been in a long time. He's impressed with your poker face and the way you are fleecing your relatives for their change. He also loves how you bicker and tease each other, especially you and your dad.

"C'mon, Monkey. Hurry up and deal, I'm aging over here!"

"I'll deal when I'm ready, old man!"

Eventually, Eddie joins in, but he only lasts for a short time among the card sharks. His face gives away everything his lips don't, so it only takes five hands before the change he had scrounged in his van is gone.

Just after 2 PM, you and Eddie say your goodbyes and load up the van with leftovers. He tells your Aunt Linda to bring her car into the shop on Monday for him to look over, and he and your Uncle plan to visit a couple of record stores the following weekend. You and your dad make plans to have lunch during the week.

Soon, you're on the road back to your home. You're driving this time, blaring your music since you're behind the wheel. You're belting out Lola by the Kinks at the top of your lungs, making Eddie smile as he takes in the fall scenery and steals glances at you.

Pulling into your driveway, Eddie hops out and grabs your things, following you as you head into your shared home.

"I'm gonna go change. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, babe," you say as you open bags. "I just need to put this stuff in the fridge, put the turkey in the oven, and I'll be there in a minute."

You eventually follow Eddie's clothes trail leading to your bedroom. When you open the door, he rests against the headboard and rubs his distended tummy.

"I just wanna sleep for two days."

"Well, Wayne is gonna be here at 7 PM, so we can only nap for 4 hours," you say as you disrobe. You strip down to your panties and throw on a light sweater before climbing in next to Eddie. He immediately pulls you to his side. You move your leg over his thigh while your hand softly takes over rubbing his belly.

"Did you have a good time?" you ask as you close your eyes, a yawn escaping you as Eddie runs a hand down your arm.

"I had a great time," he says softly. "I'm still shocked they like me. I keep waiting for them to tell you to wake up and smell the freak."

"Hey," you interject as you lean up and meet his gaze. "Stop with that; I hate it when you do that. My family likes you because they see what I see. Trust me, you would know if they didn't like you. My family isn't exactly what you would call subtle."

Eddie chuckles before leaning down to give you a light kiss. Your body is pliable to him as he shifts and moves you onto your side so he can spoon you. You snuggle under your comforter, Eddie's breath beating a steady rhythm against your neck as you drift off into a food coma.

"Love you, Princess."

"Love you too, Sweetheart."

LATER THAT EVENING:

Wayne: dang, that bird is stuffed.

Eddie: bird's not the only thing that got stuffed.

You: 😳

Wayne: please stop saying weird shit at the dinner table, son.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you

60 notes · View notes

echowithpain · 11 days

Note

Oh, while I think Josh and Buck would have had more chemistry and Buck is probably Josh’s type. We all know Buck’s type; tall, dark hair, charming smile, adrenaline junkie, sound familiar. I think they just needed the place holder for Eddie.

But. If Buck and Josh HAD gotten into a relationship, Josh would have totally been the golden retriever to Buck’s black cat. T and Eddie are the black cats to Buck’s golden retriever.

Ohhh, headcanon time. Buck loves being held. Once he gets with Eddie, he doesn’t mind holding him, but he thrives under the feeling being held by Eddie gives him. But when he was with Josh, holding the other man was what Buck wanted to do all the time. Reclined against the arm of his couch, Josh cuddled up against his chest while they watch The Bachelor/Bachelorette. Oh oh, Buck likes seeing Josh in one of his old worn LAFD hoodies, because it literally hangs off him and Josh looks so soft and cuddly.

THIS!!!!! YOU GET IT!!!!!!! YOU FUCKING GET IT!!!!

I just got up to get some water and saw this so now I'm not going back to sleep lmfaooo. Buck would ABSOLUTELY love holding Josh! And Josh would love being held by Buck's big strong arms (honestly tho who wouldn't lmao). And Josh wearing the LAFD hoodie would just lead to more hugs and cuddles and soft kisses- Oh my fucking god I need to find some Buck x Josh fanfics to help keep this feral energy rising inside of me under control 😂

CAN YOU IMAGINE?!?!?!?!?!?

Them being soft with each other, Josh giving himself days off that match up with Buck's days off cause he's his own boss and they want to spend time together, Josh getting excited with Buck whenever they reach a new milestone in their relationship (like Buck holding his hand in public and not caring who sees 🥺, or Buck being the one to initiate a kiss. YOU ALREADY KNOW JOSH WOULD TAKE EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO CELEBRATE EVERY BABY STEP BUCK TAKES😭😭😭), both of them asking Maddie for help about how to impress or surprise the other, Maddie gossiping with Linda about the two being idiots in love, Buck talking to both Linda and Bobby about new recipes to try out, Josh talking to Sue and Maddie trying to make sure something he has planned won't be too much or scare Buck off, Josh showing up at the firehouse after Buck's shift ends wearing one of the hoodies and taking him on a small date to help him relax from the day and hear stories Buck wants to share-

I need to stop. I feel like I'm either gonna spontaneously combust or chew through my fucking wall 😂😂😂

You get a sundae for reminding me of these feelings and encouraging these thoughts lmao. Enjoy! 🍨✨

#911 josh #911 buck #buck x josh #bi evan buckley #bi evan buck buckley #evan buckley #josh russo #bi buck #911 maddie #maddie buckley #maddie buckley han #911 abc #911 on abc #911 show #911 #going feral #actually going feral #someone help me

22 notes · View notes

subtlehaz · 8 days

Text

there’s so so much still to explore s8 like I have so many thoughts oh my god

Mara !!!!! and that bitchy councilwoman

Gerard obvs 😒 sidenote: do we think he’s in cahoots with the councilwoman from hell and why did the chief do fuck all to protect the 118?? do we think the chief is also in cahoots bc he wants to run for office? the speculation is speculating

Mr. Eddie Diaz absolute menace to himself and others: still needs to accept that a) Shannon wanted a DIVORCE and B) THE WILL and C) Christopher coming back and repairing their relationship omfg pls put them in family therapy I beg I want my faves reunited D) I want him speaking more Spanish !!!!! we got a tiny little ‘dios’ this episode but still

Buck ??? pls for the love of god let this man exist outside his love interests I wanna see him succeed in life and hobbies and work and peace and NO ROMANCE FOR A MINUTE for gods sake give him a dog or something but not another LI

Bobby like,,, can we get some confirmed closure idk like man’s was suicidal one episode then almost died and now is back within the next episode has he PROCESSED HAS ATHENA HAVE I

MAY AND HARRY back together again!!!! pls expand their storylines like how was Harry??? Not home during the fire was he having a sleepover like omg

Madney. Let them live. Let them remain happy moisturized at peace. I want a goofy gossip episode of the dream team and Jee like keep them wholesome it’s the least you can do after their bs wedding

RAVI MAIN RAVI MAIN GIVE US RAVI BEGINS

I miss captain mehta I wouldn’t mind a visit from him. or Linda in dispatch. oh my god or Josh??? we haven’t seen most of dispatch since the wedding? I’m sad

just. idk fighting actual fires lmao. I miss when they all did their actual jobs. I miss when we got the goofy 9-1-1 calls at the start of the ep and the super emosh voiceovers at the end of the episode like that’s when we were a real country

OH MY GOD ALBERT

also:

will we ever circle back to Denny’s father storyline? will Hen’s mom ever return?

is sperm donation baby gonna make a comeback? bc the top 5 recap promo before this season started brought that up and I haven’t forgotten 911 Instagram I haven’t forgotten 10 bucks says it serves to remove Tommy when Buck learns he doesn’t want kids

okay that’s it thank u for reading my brain blast

#whew I think that’s if #it #god that was a lot #9-1-1 #911 spoilers #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #bobby nash #henrietta wilson #chimney han #maddie buckley #madney #bathena #harry grant #may grant #evan buckley #ravi panikkar #karen wilson #denny wilson

19 notes · View notes

helpimstuckposting · 7 months

Text

TW: mentions of child abuse, panic attack

I’m a ghost and you are a shadow

—

The glow of the porch light backlit Eddie in a warm yellow, the light glinting off his hair. Steve watched him quietly as he sifted through his thoughts, the winding branches of them playing plainly across his face. It was both comforting and unsettling, how familiar this Eddie was. He wasn’t like Nancy, who was the same but hadn’t talked to Steve in years. He wasn’t like Linda Harrington, who was so completely different than the mother he knew in his world. He wasn’t like the others, who Steve had been mourning the loss of for years. He was just Eddie. Just the same Eddie.

Maybe this Eddie was more paranoid, more uncomfortable around him, but it also reminded Steve of how Eddie was when they had first met. It was so easy to just sink into the silence as he waited for the person beside him to speak.

It took a few more minutes, the water lapping against the edge of the pool filling the quiet, harmonized only by the rustling of leaves in the forest nearby.

“I get that this isn’t your fault,” Eddie started. Steve sat and listened, as Robin had done for him earlier. “It’s just… hard for me… to see your face.” He seemed to be struggling for the right words, calculating the correct way to phrase things.

“I don’t mean to take it out on you or anything, but I know you’re not our Steve and that’s… that’s something I’m struggling with.” Eddie blinked a few times, squeezing his eyes shut tight before slightly shaking his head and opening them again.

Steve nodded. He understood, was having the same issues with his mother and the rest of them. It was weird to know they weren’t the people he shared memories with, especially Eddie who was so similar to his own Eddie Munson.

“I know,” Steve replied. He was still watching him, still seeing other thoughts fly across Eddie’s face without being said aloud. With Robin he could tell what the words were, could read them like a well-worn book that Steve had dog-eared and underlined, knew the next line before he read it. With Eddie, it was like pouring over a book written in a language he couldn’t read. He could see the words floating over Eddie’s face, knew there were sentences and questions and monologues that Steve hadn’t quite translated or figured out yet.

He’d never had to learn Eddie before. The Eddie of his world was so open, so talkative and expressive. He’d shut down when Wayne had died, spent a few weeks in a quiet just like this but he still talked to Steve. Maybe they just didn’t have anyone else.

“Steve and I were… we were close, so it’s hard to… to see you. But that’s not your fault and if Linda can handle it, then I’m just being a baby,” Eddie said. He trailed off a bit at the end, like he didn’t actually believe his words but felt like he should.

“You’re not,” Steve replied. “It takes… time. I get it. It’s only been a day and I don’t know if I’m just broken and my brain’s stopped processing shit or…,” he kept his eyes on Eddie, on the curls falling from his bun, the redness around his eyes. He looked tired. He was still staring into the dark water of the pool, not sparing Steve a glance but if that’s what he needed to be able to talk then Steve wasn’t going to push him.

“You’re allowed to take time. You’re allowed to… to not interact with me at all, it’s okay. I don’t know what you and your Steve were to each other, but I feel like I’m taking up space I shouldn’t be in.”

Eddie flinched. He locked eyes with Steve for the first time since he’d slinked into the backyard, and Steve could see a sort of apology in his eyes.

“Don’t do that,” he said. “It’s not your fault you’re in this position, either. You’re not taking anything and you shouldn’t have to apologize for being here.” Steve blinked at him. He wasn’t sure what to say, but could see Eddie gearing up to say more.

“I’m kind of used to doing that, anyway,” Steve said before he could continue. Eddie looked pained, the sharp look flashing across his face easy for Steve to read this time. He looked like he wanted to apologize again, which wasn’t Steve’s intention. He’d meant to reassure Eddie, tell him that it wasn’t anything new or that Steve minded, that he really was sorry to make Eddie uncomfortable in his own world that Steve didn’t belong to in the first place.

“I heard what you said to Robin earlier,” Eddie whispered, “about your mom.” He seemed to abandon whatever he was going to say before Steve had put his foot in his mouth and made Eddie more uncomfortable.

Steve remembered the blinds swaying in his window, oddly comforted by the fact that it was Eddie. He wanted Eddie around, would have told Eddie himself about how his worlds Linda Harrington was, would have told him more if he had the chance. Now, he had the chance, but he didn’t know if Eddie would be okay with hearing more.

“I get having shitty parent issues,” Eddie continued. “My mom passed away when I was six. Not exactly the same type of left behind, but still. I get it. My dad was…,” Eddie paused, glancing up to the darkened sky, a few stars blinking out behind a whisp of clouds.

Steve continued to watch him. Eddie fiddled with his rings the same way he was familiar with, twisting and tugging and sliding the metal against his skin. Steve knew how smooth the rings were inside, knew that they made his Eddie feel stronger, like armor. He wondered if this Eddie wore them for the same reason.

“I didn’t tell her everything,” Steve whispered. Eddie stopped fiddling and turned back to Steve. He looked like he was actually listening, like he was okay with Steve continuing, with learning the rest of the story.

“When I was little, if my mom wasn’t around, my dad would…. I mean, he wasn’t very good at parenting,” Steve started. This was something he’d already considered telling Eddie, in his world. Since Robin was gone, Steve really had no one to talk to outside of his and Eddie’s weekly calls. They hadn’t exactly progressed to sharing their shitty-father-stories but Steve had just felt compelled to let Eddie in at some point. Maybe he would have gotten to it on this week’s call, if he hadn’t been snatched off into an alternate universe.

He took a breath, prepared for what he hoped was the last emotional conversation of the day.

“He would get angry really easily, especially when he drank. It didn’t matter how young I was, he just cared about how well I was upholding the Harrington image.” Steve chuckled a bit darkly, biting his lip as he thought about how to phrase this. “I uh… I was always really good at fucking that up in his eyes.”

Steve remembered the story he told to Nancy about crawling backwards, his little baby mind not quite grasping what other babies did. He told her that he fell down the stairs, that he’d given himself a bump on the head to knock him straight. That’s what he’d heard from his parents countless times at parties, entertaining guests and business partners with a silly tale about their adorable child. They’d laughed, reminiscing like amused parents did, but Steve always heard the bite to their tones, felt the words like sharp accusations. His father’s eyes turned darker when the knock to the head came up, and sometimes Steve wasn’t so sure he was telling the truth.

“I used to play it off a lot. I’d tell Tommy and Carol that my dad was going to kick my ass if I broke any rules. I’d say it in school, too, and if you say it casually enough or laugh it off then people don’t really notice, you know? And when you’re on the basketball team, it’s actually really easy to ignore the bruises, too.”

His dad was furious when he joined the swim team, though. It was a whole season without physical contact, there was no obvious way to explain an injury but when Steve made captain his father couldn’t complain. He patted Steve on the shoulder when a business partner brought it up, said that Harringtons were always exceptional leaders. All Steve really cared about was that the swim team gave him a couple months of rest from his father’s particular form of parenting.

“I don’t think my mother knew about it, he only lashed out when she wasn’t around.” He cocked his head to the side, squinting at the dark water. “Or at least, I hope she didn’t know,” Steve mumbled. It was one thing to leave him alone with his father when she was in the dark about it all, but it was another if she’d known and just ignored it. He liked to think she wasn’t that neglectful.

Eddie stayed silent, but Steve could feel his eyes on him. The quiet felt cloying once more, like it was squirming under Steve’s skin and he had to keep going, to fill the silence, or else it felt like he’d go crazy.

“I thought maybe if I said it enough, if I joked about it enough then maybe someone would realize it wasn’t one.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat, feeling like he was once again forced to choke on his words or throw them up for the world to deal with. “I mean, I didn’t want anyone to know, right? But maybe if I didn’t actually say it, if someone just paid attention, maybe I wouldn’t have to do anything about it. But that’s stupid, it wasn’t anyone else’s problem but mine, and I feel like I should have done something but no one would care, right? Like I’m just this privileged rich kid, I’m King Steve,” he spat, “I had everything I’d ever need, more than enough, so who really cares if my dad roughs me up a little? And now I’m an adult, I’m not a kid anymore, so it’s not like there’s anything to do about it except complain and when Dustin said that my dad was dead in this universe, I don’t know, I was a little relieved? But that’s awful, right? Like, I shouldn’t be relieved that he’s dead, right? And then I just think maybe I am a bad son, maybe he was right and there’s something wrong with me and I don’t know what to do,” Steve choked out, realizing belatedly that he was crying, streams of tears tracking their way down his cheeks, hot against his face in the cool night air. He knew he was going to break down at some point, he just didn’t think it would happen right when Eddie finally gave him the time of day.

He could no longer see the backyard, his tears blurring the night and dark water into one black mass. He gasped out, squeezing the bridge of his nose to try and ground himself, to squeeze the tears back into his eyes but they kept coming. He was so embarrassed, to spring all of this on a practical stranger who had just spent all day trying to come to terms with Steve’s entire existence. Now this wrong NotSteve was completely shriveling into a tattered mess at his feet, and that revelation just made Steve gasp harder, unable to gain purchase on a sustainable lungful of air. His chest burned white-hot like he’d just come in from a run across town, and he’s sure this is what it would have felt like if the demobat at his throat had just kept squeezing and squeezing all the breath out of Steve’s lungs.

He felt a line of warmth at his side and realized with a start that Eddie had scooched closer to him, pressing his side along Steve’s and dragging a firm arm around his shoulders. The sudden movement made Steve’s heart leap into his throat and for a split second he’d felt like running from a threat but Eddie wasn’t a threat, Eddie was never a threat, so Steve sunk into his side and cried until his head felt like it was going to burst.

Eddie just sat there, stroking a gentle hand over Steve’s hair. He knew it was probably disgusting, he hadn’t showered in days and definitely still had a leaf or two tangled in it from his woodsy bed that morning. As much as Robin was his soulmate though, he was glad she didn’t have to see him like this. Eddie felt more real, more tangible, and Steve also knew that he’d understand having issues with his father, being in his uncles care and all.

Eddie’s fingers gently trailed down the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine like he was dragging a feather instead; tickling, toying, clawing. Steve’s shoulders twitched at the feeling, unused to a touch so… gentle, so careful it burned. He cleared his throat and pulled back from Eddie’s neck, facing the water once more but not going farther. They kept their sides pressed together, knees knocking next to each other as they pulled them to their chests.

“You know,” Eddie started, breaking the silence left in the wake of Steve’s breakdown. He glanced to his left, watching the words pass over Eddie’s face before he gathered them up to speak. “I never really told anyone what happened to my dad. Do you know about him?” He rested his head on his arm, turning to look back at Steve, finally speaking eye-to-eye.

Steve shook his head, “I mean, I know what everyone else does. Shitty father, arrested for dealing, you went to live with Wayne when he was sent to prison.”

Eddie nodded, rocking his shoulder gently into Steve’s. “Yep, that’s what everyone thinks. I never told them otherwise, they didn’t need to know.” He turned his head back to the water, Steve keeping his eyes on Eddie’s face. Maybe if he watched him closely enough he’d be able to read the words before they were spoken. Maybe he’d learn him as well as he knew Robin.

“My mom died when I was six. She was sick. My dad was never good at responsibility, and he kind of… forgot that he needed to take care of me. He only really remembered I was there when he needed me to do something for him. If he needed someone close to the ground, someone who could squeeze somewhere he couldn’t fit, someone who could run faster and hide better. Then, he’d remember me and teach me what ‘needed to be done’,” he said, using air quotes to finish off the sentence.

“Once he didn’t need me anymore he forgot I was there again. I got real good at scavenging for my own food, but I had to be careful because if I ate too much from the cupboards he’d notice and he’d beat me for it.” Steve startled at the casual tone. If my dad finds out we were drinking he’s gonna kick my ass.

Calm.

Casual.

“He wasn’t the type to care about appearances though. Never cared how loud he yelled or where the bruises ended up, he just… wanted me out of the way. It was better to be invisible until he needed me.”

Steve was mesmerized watching Eddie fiddle with his hands. He’d lace his fingers together, squeeze until his knuckles were white, wring them out, get distracted by his jewelry and then twist and twist the rings over and over. He twisted each ring individually, then ran his fingers across all four; twisted one off his finger just to slide it back on and twist it again. Then, he’d notice the fixation and lace his fingers together again, squeeze until his knuckles were white, wring them out, and start all over. Again and again.

“At some point, I can’t even remember what happened or why he started yelling, but he just screamed and screamed,” Eddie continued while Steve focused on his hands, the rhythm, the pattern, “He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me across the room to yell right in my face. I guess someone else in the trailer park called the cops because the next thing I know, my dad was being dragged out of the door and they were taking pictures of the bruises, asking all sorts of questions.

“Trailer parks are pretty much all the same. Thin walls, close together, everyone kind of hears everything. By the end of the week, I was tossed onto Wayne’s front porch with a trash bag of clothes and not much else.” He stopped fidgeting, unclasping his hands to sit on them instead. Steve pressed closer to his side, hoping the warmth between their arms would help even just a little. Eddie sighed, turning his head to look at Steve once more.

“It took me a long time to realize it wasn’t my fault my dad was in prison. I kept thinking, if I hadn’t done whatever I did to make him yell, if I’d been better at disappearing then maybe he wouldn’t have gotten mad. But, it didn’t matter what I did or how good I was or how well I listened, nothing would have changed how my dad reacted. It was his fault, not mine, and I was better off with Wayne.”

Eddie held Steve’s gaze, eyes flicking back and forth between his. He nodded slightly, leaned forward just a bit, and stared so hard that Steve swore he could feel it like a touch. “It wasn’t your fault, how your dad reacted. It wasn’t your fault, and you’re better off with him gone. It doesn’t make you a bad person to be glad that he’s in the ground, he was the wrong one, not you. I don’t technically know you that well, but you’re a good person, I can tell.”

If Steve had any tears left in his system, he was sure he’d be crying again. As it was, his eyes were dry but he swallowed around the lump in his throat and felt a tension snap inside him, like the relief was finally allowed to sag into his bones. He nodded at Eddie who nodded back, pleased that Steve seemed to have listened. His eyes locked onto the bandage on Steve’s neck.

“And I’m sorry about that, by the way,” he said, contrite as Steve’s ever heard him.

“It’s fine, not like it’s the first time Eddie Munson has ever threatened me with a sharp object,” Steve chuckled. Plus, he was sure the cut had stopped bleeding at this point, Steve didn’t think it was that deep to begin with and it was definitely his fault he was cut.

Eddie blinked and cocked his head to the side, obviously baffled.

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve laughed, “it’s a long story.”

“Still,” Eddie replied, “I’m sorry.”

“How about we start over?” Steve asked, pulling away just a bit to hold out his hand. Eddie looked between the outstretched hand and Steve’s face, not quite sure where this was going yet.

“Hi,” Steve said, “I’m Steve Harrington.”

Eddie chuckled, nodding his head and slipping his hand into Steve’s. “I’m Eddie Munson.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Eddie.”

They smiled at each other, the tension from the morning all but dissolved in the chilly night air. Their palms were warm against each other, though the tips of their fingers were cold. And, as they breathed in the air filled with the scent of pine and old leaves, the faint smell of chlorine filtering up from the pool water, Steve felt the rest of the tension bleed out of him. They’d figure out what they had to tomorrow, he’d make decisions he wouldn’t want to later, but for now he and Eddie just shook hands like the strangers they were, meeting each other for the first time.

“It’s nice to meet you, Steve Harrington.”

—

THEY'VE SPOKEN! The children are together at last. I've been using this story mostly as a character study, I hope you like where my steve and eddie are going! Also, I hope the pacing isn't weird, I realize it's been just one dramatic scene after another in every part lol

@devondespresso @weirdandabsurd42 @sirsnacksalot @space-invading-pigeon @aliea82 @goodolefashionedloverboi @emly03 @bestwifehaver @mentallyundone @13catastrophic-blues @estrellami-1 @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @likelylad @aellafreya @wxrmland @shunna @fangirltofangod @howincrediblysapphicofyou

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #parallel universe au #helpimstuckwriting

65 notes · View notes

ijustwanttoreadfanfiction · 1 year

Text

Friendly Sex - Chapter 12 - The Confession

Well here we are, the penultimate chapter in the Friendly Sex story. There are dark themes throughout this chapter as detailed in the warnings below, my message box is always open for anyone who needs to talk.

Written whilst listening to: Oxytocin - Billie Eilish, Block me out - Gracie Abrams, Maybe I'm Lonely - Rachel Chinouriri

Chapter warnings: MDI (18+ only), triggering situations; non-con kissing and touching, reader is under the influence of alcohol and drugs, one reference to rape, graphic violence, physical injury, blood, vomiting, explicit language, underage drinking (dependant on age restrictions), strong drug use (ketamine), angst.

_______________________________________________

As ideas go, this was a really fucking bad one; speeding along with a group of relative strangers, all of you drunk, to go to a party full of awful people, and not a single one of your friends know where you are. But currently you couldn’t care less, swigging down more rum and vodka, the vision of Eddie and Chrissy laughing playing on repeat in your head.

You vaguely recognise that you’re in the Loch Nora area of town, the houses larger and larger with more substantial gaps in between, the car pulls up with a jolt to one of the biggest houses on the street, brightly light, loud music blaring out.

Linda screams in unbridled delight as you all walk up the vast sloping lawn into the house, it’s a sea of bodies, the air humid and stale with beer, smoke and sweat. You immediately make your way to the kitchen with Rum girl, you think her name might be Bonnie, finding a wealth of alcohol, she passes you a shot of some blue liquid with a loud "Cheers!"

It tastes like old bubblegum, making you gag in disgust.

"That is fucking gross, I'm sticking with this." You say snagging an unopened bottle of vodka.

She nods in agreement, shaking her bottle of rum at you.

"Bonnie! Come here!" Linda screeches from the makeshift dance floor, leaving you effectively abandoned. You push through swarms of teenagers, hugging your vodka tight to your chest looking for a quiet place to drown your sorrows; sinking gratefully onto a free step on the grand staircase, drinking quickly with a grimace as the harsh liquid hits your stomach.

“Why so sad, pretty girl?” A voice says behind you. You look up to see Chance coming down the stairs, you roll your eyes, an obnoxious jock being the last person you need right now.

“Not sad, pissed off.” You reply irritably, as he drops down next to you, body too warm and close.

“Well either way, you look like you need some cheering up.” He smiles, pulling a tiny clear baggie out of his pocket with what looks like white powder,

“What is it?” You ask curiously.

“Drugs.” Chance replies with a ‘duh’ sort of tone. “A little helper, Special K.” He says grinning widely. “Put a smile back on your face.”

You shouldn’t, like you really shouldn’t, you were already very drunk, and very alone, and hard drugs are not the way to go; but just like the last party alcohol isn't enough to soothe you tonight. You nod, Chance pulling you up towards a bureau in the corner of the hallway, you watch intrigued in spite of your misgivings as he pours some powder onto the surface, passing you a rolled up dollar bill.

“Keep the change, pretty girl.” He smirks, you lean down and snort up the line, wincing as your nose burns in discomfort.

“Knew you had it in you.” He laughs, patting you heavily on the shoulder.

_______________________________________________

The drugs are quick, within twenty minutes you feel impossibly lighter, almost euphoric, relishing in the way your body shifts as you dance, the heavy bass of the music seeming to shoot up your spine with each thump. Nothing matters in your little bubble. A pair of hands smooth over your hips, you turn to find Chance again, pulling you closer to him.

“Feels good huh?” He murmurs, lips brushing over the shell of your ear, making you shiver unpleasantly.

Feeling dizzy at the onslaught of his touch, goosebumps rippling up your arms. He moves down from your ear to your neck, lips ghosting, teeth grazing, it makes you squirm in discomfort.

“I - I think I need some air.” You stammer out, lurching from his touch.

Your legs feel like jelly as you stumble through the tightly pressed crowd, you think you can hear someone familiar calling your name but it sounds far away and echoing, the party lights flaring uncomfortably in your eyes. You force your way out the front door, gulping down the clean night air, clinging onto the porch rail as the floor spins nauseatingly. If you could just sit down for a minute you’ll be fine, but letting go of the rail now you had it in your grasp seems like a bad idea.

“You running away from me, pretty girl?” Chance drawls behind you, his arms snaking around your waist, in a needlessly tight grip.

“‘M not feeling well Chance.” You mumble, taking deep breaths, fighting against the vertigo threatening to pull you down, wriggling against his hold.

“Aww poor baby, let me kiss it better.” He coos, spinning you so quickly you stagger, head hitting against a support strut making spots erupt across your vision.

“Ah! Chance - no - don’t want you to -” You whine, pushing at his stomach but there’s no power in your arms.

“C’mon pretty girl, you’ve been eye fucking me all night.” He huffs, mouthing at your jaw first, then his teeth clamp down brutally on your neck, making you yelp in pain.

“Ow! - Chance - stop - you’re hurting me.” You whimper, chest heaving in fear, adrenaline coursing in your veins, you dig your nails into his forearms but he barely reacts, pressing you harder against the beam.

“No, I’m not.” He laughs, grabbing your hair, smashing your mouth to his, his free hand sinking into the meat of your thigh. Your instincts kick in and you bite hard, knowing instantly that you’ve drawn blood, the sharp taste of iron thick on your tongue. He recoils, with an angry grunt, fingers lifting to his ripped lip.

“You little bitch.” He spits incredulously, hand flying out, vice-like grip around your jaw forcing your head back against the wood once more. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable hit, or worse, when the contact is abruptly withdrawn followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor.

“Get the fuck off her you piece of shit!”

Eddie. You open your eyes in disbelief, Chance is on the ground, Eddie beating him relentlessly; punch after punch.

“Eds -” You gasp, pitching forward, fingers grasping at the back of his t-shirt. “- Eddie stop” You say slightly louder, tugging harder, but he’s too far gone, slamming his fist anywhere he can reach.

“You think you’re a fucking tough guy? Forcing yourself on drugged up girls?” He yells, Chance amazingly just laughs, blood pouring from his nose and mouth, blackeye already blooming.

“S-she fucking wanted it M-Munson.” He huffs out still laughing, you grip Eddie’s arm as he draws it back once more.

“Eddie, please, just wanna go.” You beg, something in your voice snaps him out of his trance, he gets up heavily, out of breath, knuckles split and bloody. He takes your face in his hands, checking you, forehead pressed to yours in a silent question, which you answer with a wordless nod.

“Come on sweetheart.” He pants, throwing one last disgusted look over his shoulder, taking your hand and leading you down the steps when Chance coughs talking through staggered breaths.

“I saw you two that night, quite - quite a show - the f-freak and the fucking s–slut.” He cackles. You wrench yourself from Eddie’s grip, tumbling back up on unsteady legs.

“He’s not a freak you asshole.” You spit, stamping as hard as you can on his crotch, feeling immensely pleased with yourself as he finally cries out in agony, coiling in on himself. You teeter on the spot but Eddie is there, catching you about the waist, half-dragging, half-carrying you away.

_______________________________________________

Eddie gets you halfway down the block before you stagger to a halt, letting go of his hand to brace yourself against a wall.

“You ok?” He asks, sounding winded, you shake your head, mouth suddenly feeling like sawdust.

“I- I think I’m gonna -” You don’t get to finish the rest of your sentence, vomiting hard, stomach contracting painfully at the acidic burn. Eddie quickly twists your hair up out of your face, as you heave and gasp through tears.

“I’m here sweetheart, you’re alright.” He murmurs softly, gently rubbing your back with his free hand. “What did you take? Do you know?”

“He called it Special K.” You pant, retching once more.

“Jesus, you were doing ket with that douchebag?!” He asks fiercely, a stark contrast to his continued soothing touches up and down your spine.

“I don’t need a fucking lecture Eddie.” You say weakly, coughing.

“Yeah? Well tough shit.” He snaps. “You’ve only ever smoked a couple of joints before and suddenly you’re taking ketamine?!”

“I didn’t know what it was!” You shout shakily, pushing away from the wall and his touch, you feel like the floor is shifting beneath you.

“That makes it worse!” He yells back, eyes wide burning with anger and fear. “You’re so fucking stupid Y/n! You don't have a clue! He could have raped you!”

“You think I don’t know that?!” You shriek, quickly dissolving into sobs, the horror of events suddenly hitting you; trembling from head to toe as the adrenaline wears off. Eddie engulfs you without another word, holding you to him, hand on your head pressing you to his chest, you vaguely register the dull throb from where you’d hit it but you don't care. You wrap your arms around his waist, crying openly.

“I-I’m s-so sorry Eds.” You wail.

“It’s ok baby, it’s ok, I’ve got you.” He says thickly, you feel his chest quake from his own tears.

Minutes, hours, days, you don’t know how long you both stand there, Eddie is the first to pull away, pushing your hair back from your face.

“C’mon we need to get you home.” He murmurs.

“My dad thinks I’m with Rob and Steve” You mumble, scrubbing at your tired eyes, still feeling incredibly spaced out. “I don’t want them to see me like - like this.”

Eddie just nods, arm around your waist once more as you move towards his van.

_______________________________________________

Neither of you say anything as Eddie drives, partly because you think you might vomit again if you open your mouth, but mostly because you were at a complete loss for words. Eddie had saved you, he’d found you, somehow, surely that meant he still cared? So why did it feel like there was a great chasm between you?

The familiar sight of the trailer park comes into view, grateful that Eddie wasn’t delivering you to Steve, or worse your dad. Eddie comes round to help you get out, his hand so warm in yours it makes you want to cry all over again. It takes all of your energy to get up the steps into the trailer, your head aches painfully from your bump, and you’re dehydrated to hell.

“You uh, go get cleaned up, I'll find you something to change into.” Eddie says awkwardly, guiding you to the tiny bathroom.

You shut the door, leaning heavily against the wood for a moment, heart and head racing. You glance up and hardly recognise the reflection in the small shaving mirror facing you from above the sink; you're pale and clammy, eyes bloodshot and sore, jawline already littered with pinky purple spotty bruises from where you had been grabbed. You push the mirror to one side, rummaging about in the cabinet looking for the spare toothbrush Eddie had bought you a few weeks ago, vigorously brushing the sour taste of vomit from your tongue. Splashing water on your face, and neck, you wince as you pass over the area Chance had bitten; the skin broken, red and welted. You can still feel his touch on your arms, hips, thighs, flesh crawling; you strip quickly, throwing yourself under the freezing spray of the shower not waiting for it to warm up. You grab Eddie’s body wash and an old loofah with shaking hands, scrubbing every inch until your skin feels raw, tears mixing with the now scalding water as you turn the temperature up as high as it can go.

You stay there until the water runs cold again, stepping out on unsteady legs, a clean pair of boxer shorts and a faded Motörhead t-shirt have appeared on top of the hamper along with a fluffy towel. You dry and dress quickly, feeling comforted by the overly large soft fabric, Eddie’s scent filling your nose.

You’re dog tired, every muscle in your body aching, as you shuffle out of the bathroom to the broken down sofa where Eddie is sitting looking like he might fall asleep right there.

“I made you some tea.” He mumbles pointing to the steaming mug on the coffee table. “You should probably eat something too.” He doesn’t look at you and it hurts you more than any physical injury you’ve sustained tonight.

“I’m not hungry.” You say quietly perching on the edge of the seat, taking a sip of drink.

He huffs, heaving himself up towards the kitchen, pulling out a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter, making a very haphazard sandwich, thrusting it into your free hand.

“Eat it.” He says, and his tone leaves little room for argument.

“Thanks.” You mutter softly, you take note that his knuckles are still caked in dried blood, looking sore. “Your hand.”

“I’ll be alright.” Eddie says quickly, shaking it out like he’s only just felt it.

“No, it could get infected, let me clean it.” You press, putting the untouched sandwich on the table, pushing past him back to the bathroom.

“It’s fine sweetheart.” Eddie says wearily, following you with a hand on your arm to steady you as you inadvertently pinball off the wall, the vodka and rum still giving you sea-legs.

“Eddie, please, just let me do it.” You plead, you need to do something, need to take care of him like he’s taken care of you.

He sighs heavily, sitting on the edge of the avocado green bathtub in defeat, you dig out the mediocre medical supplies Wayne keeps. Kneeling down in front of him, applying some astringent to a cotton pad.

“It’s going to sting, sorry.” You say gently, slipping his hand into yours, dabbing lightly at the cuts, Eddie sucks in air through his teeth but doesn’t flinch. You treat each knuckle with methodical precision, blowing over the skin to help cool the burn, working in silence apart from an occasional hiss from Eddie.

“You’ve got a cut.” He says, making you jump slightly, fingers of his free hand tracing over your neck.

“Chance - he - bit me.” You say faintly, focusing on the last knuckle, ignoring how your eyes burn with tears again and how Eddie has tensed. “All done.” You tell him slightly louder, chucking the soiled cotton wool into the sink.

Eddie leans down and takes the antiseptic from you, and a clean pad, moving your hair gently to one side; thumb caressing your other cheek as he cleanses the angry wound.

“How’s your head?” He asks slowly, lightly tracing over the small lump on the back of your crown.

“Sore.” You admit, standing carefully, still woozy.

Eddie rises too, fishing a bottle of Tylenol out of the cabinet, proffering you two and taking some himself.

“Is it safe to take?” You ask cautiously. “With the - other?”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll watch you.” He says, thumb pressed gently to your chin.

The air feels thick and charged, you want to hold him, tell him how much you’ve missed him, how much you love him but the phone rings jarring you both.

He slides past you, leaving you in the bathroom, mouth dry once again.

“Hello? - Yeah I got her, she’s - ok, just shaken up -” You edge towards the doorway, straining to hear who is on the other end of the phone. “- sorry about your party, I’ll have to make it up to you -”

For the hundredth time this evening you feel sick, Chrissy, he was talking to Chrissy. Of course he was, after all he must have bailed from the party to get you, ruining their time together. You locate your skirt from the hamper, tugging it back up quickly, forcing yourself to keep it together.

“ - yeah I’ll see you tomorrow - ok, have a good night.” Eddie hangs up the phone, and you make a solid attempt to breeze past, tugging your shoes back on your sore feet.

“Uh, what are you doing?” He asks slowly.

“Letting you get some rest, I’ll call Steve.” You say, trying to sound casual but your voice is strained.

“Why are you leaving?”

“You’ve done enough, you should get some sleep, or I - I don’t know, maybe you wanna go back to The Hideout?” You ramble weakly, heading into his bedroom to grab your purse.

“Why the fuck would I be going back to The Hideout?” He asks, following you looking lost and frustrated.

“For Chrissy.” You say quietly, chewing hard on your lip, cheeks burning as you fight back tears.

“I’m gonna put this incoherency down to the alcohol and ket.” He sighs tiredly.

“P-please don’t make fun of me Eddie.” You beg softly, crying.

“Make fun of you? Y/n you’re not making any sense!” He huffs, trying to approach you again but you step back, determined to keep your distance in order to protect your last shred of sanity.

"I saw how you and Chrissy were together at The Hideout and the - phone call just then.” You stammer. “You want to go to C-Chrissy - so go - you don’t need to feel guilty.” You heave out, voice trembling, hugging yourself around the middle like you can keep the hurt inside. “You don’t want me anymore and that’s fine, because I wouldn’t want me either.”

"Ask me what my favourite song is." He demands, catching you off guard.

"What?"

"Ask me, what my favourite song is. Right now. What I have in my van. What I have in every tape player I own." He says pointing at you, a hard look in his eyes.

"Eddie, I don't- "

He leans across to his stereo slamming the play button.

'And it all comes down to you

Well, you know that it does and

Lightning strikes maybe once, maybe twice.’

"But - you hate Fleetwood Mac." You say stupidly feeling dizzy again, he hits the stop button looking half-crazed.

"Damn straight I do. But you don't, I hear that song and all I see is you. Dancing in the car and singing and laughing. And it kills me sweetheart." His voice breaking. "So don't - don't you fucking dare say that I don't want you anymore." He hisses ferociously, making you shrink back.

"Eddie - I -" You whisper tearfully, but he shakes his head slightly, now refusing to look at you, wiping his eyes roughly on his sleeve.

“I don’t know how to make this any clearer to you -” He says sharply, chest heaving. “- there is nothing between me and Chrissy, never has been, middle-school crush aside. We are just friends. She was the one who knew where to find you when you ran off tonight, she came with me to Loch Nora to get you, and the last I saw of her, she and Jason were having a very productive reunion on an armchair. I’m meeting her tomorrow to square up for the gig. But if you wanna go, then go.” He says with a note of finality, turning to leave the room but you catch his arm, gripping tightly.

"Eddie - please look at me." You beg brokenly, ducking your head to look at him, tears are streaking down his cheeks.

"Why?" He asks thickly, still staring at the carpet.

"B-because I need you to." You choke back a sob on the word 'need'. "I don't wanna go - I need you Eddie, more than I've ever needed anyone, and it scares me so much and it h-hurts, and I can't - if you left me -." You’re panicking, sour bile rising to the back of your throat, feelings spewing out uncontrollably, your eyes stinging as you continue to stare past tears.

"I feel like I can't breathe without you, I feel like I've been dying without you - I love you." You sob openly then, he finally looks at you, lip trembling his breath gasping and rattling.

Time stands still, suspended under the weight of your confession, everything that has happened between you reverberating, echoes of your fights, the cruel things you said to each other replaced by every cry of pleasure, every laugh shared, every secret smile cresting like a great wave washing the bitterness away.

Eddie is the one to break the stillness, gathering you desperately like you were a life preserver, hands in your hair bringing you to him, kissing you like he had never kissed you before, like he was trying to devour you and turn you into one form. You fling your arms around him, kissing back with just as much hunger, your faces wet from tears, hiccupping into his mouth.

Each press of his lips against yours acts like a balm, drawing poison from an open wound. You know the feel of his lips by heart but this is new, nothing hidden, no pretence, just the two of you.

“Say it again.” He pleads against your mouth.

“I love you.” You whisper, heart exploding and imploding all at one. “I love you so much Eddie.”

He laughs through a sob, pressing kiss after kiss to every part of your face.

“I love you sweetheart.” He murmurs, those chocolate brown eyes you adore burning into your own, making you cry again. "You have no idea, I thought I lost you baby - it's been - I've been in hell without you." He says, voice shaking.

You bury your face into his neck, he holds you for a long time, cradling you, it feels like home and you relax for the first time in a week; a small yawn escaping you.

"You need to sleep sweetheart." He says gently, practically carrying you to the bed, settling you both so you're intertwined, foreheads pressed together. You want to stare at him forever, Eddie traces your features softly with one hand the other strumming up and down your back.

"'I love you, 'm sorry it took me so long to realise." You mumble sleepily, just saying it again because you can, now the weight has been lifted.

"I love you." He says, almost in awe, kissing you so softly you barely feel it. “My sweet little thing.”

_______________________________________________

Taglist: @avalon-wolf @lolalanaie @eddiemunsonsgf2 @eddieslildarling @bakugouswh0r3 @sidthedollface2 @blueberrylemontea-fanfic @winchester-angel @bimbobaggins69 @tuskjohnny @fckyeahlames @thecomfortgoth @alanamarie @miarosso @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @somespicystuff @eddiethesexy @unfocused81 @1paire2vans @take-everything-you-can @mynameismothra @kingaa101 @ms1oftheboys @lfaewrites @corrodedcoffincumslut @emxxblog @briasnow-blog @bexreadstoomuch @munsonology @mulletmcghee @tanyaherondale @offensiunculae @chronicles-of-koystee @papillonoirsworld @emma77645 @emilyslutface

#eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson 18+#strangers things eddie munson #reader insert #eddie munson x afab!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #friendly sex fic

168 notes · View notes