#but eddie gets like 100 letters

[loserdiaz]

evan buckley is doodling silly hearts and stars in valentines love letters for eddie diaz and on valentine's day he'll just put them all in their locker so when eddie opens it a bunch of letters with glitter and drawings that look of a six year old would come falling down at his feet. idc what anyone else says, this is canon in MY heart.

[edgelordtozier]

i know all the stranger things 5 “leaks” are obviously fake but the steve ones…. Zero effort put into those like im offended for him

[eddiesghxst]

LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACCIÓN - AN EDDIE MUNSON X READER AU

credit for cute lil cut off divider: @cafekitsune

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: eddie munson x pornstar!reader

summary: eddie is short on rent this month and needs quick cash, luckily he stumbles upon an ad for casting in an adult film and finds himself shooting a porno with you

contains: strangers to lovers trope, drug and alcohol use, mentions of smoking, awkward situations, oral (f and m receiving), p in v (unprotected — be safe pls), mentions of people being judgemental of readers line of work, mentions of anal, slightly exhibitionism, lots of smut, a sliver of mechanic!eddie, and eddie being the charming loser he's always been <3

word count: 13.5k (i am so fucking sorry omg)

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Eddie might be way in over his head.

Eddie’s been naked in front of groups of people before (the high school boy's locker room is a scary place to be, honestly), but never in those awful days of forced physical education was Eddie’s dick the center of everyone’s attention.

It’s weird, no doubt about it, standing at the front of a conference room with a table full of producers and writers and whatnot just… ogling Eddie’s naked frame.

“Can you lift your dick, please? So we can see your balls.”

Yeah. This is definitely going at the top of Eddie’s ‘weird things I’ve done for money’ list.

Still, Eddie reaches down and presses his dick up against his lower stomach to give his audience an unrestricted view of his balls.

Jesus.

“Okay, you can put your clothes back on.”

Honestly, Eddie wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for Robert, the manager at Eddie’s job— well, old job. 

Robert had some kind of weird fucking vengeance out for Eddie. Maybe it was because Eddie came back high from, like, most of his lunch breaks, but should that really matter if Eddie still got the job done? How coherent do you have to be to organize music records by name? Not very fuckin’ much.

Robert disagreed, though, so he fired Eddie.

Robert was an asshole, though, and whenever Eddie would nicely warn him, ‘Hey, Rob, I’m gonna be out of town next Saturday,’ Robert would still fucking schedule him to close on that exact day! 

Good riddance.

Except now, Eddie’s short on rent for the month, which is why he’s found himself standing fully naked in a room full of adult filmmakers.

Eddie’s almost dropped out of this deal ten times by now. He wasn’t sure if he was keen on the idea of his bare, naked body being out for the entire world and future generations to see. But then Eddie thought about it, and, well, he’s got a pretty decent cock. It’s an average size, and it’s not weird looking or anything, and his balls don’t sag— and, like, isn’t his dick primarily the star of the show? Eddie Jr. could pass for a star, Eddie thinks, and so do the people looking at it right now. 

And he also really fucking needs the money, so. Porn it is.

Whatever.

Eddie could deal with it as long as he gets enough money to keep a roof over his head. Which reminds him— “Hey, uh, how much will I be getting paid, by the way?”

Eddie’s now fully clothed, car keys in hand, and ready to go now that he’s been dismissed, and he’s scratching the back of his neck as he waits for an answer.

One of the men at the table (Eddie thinks his name is Brian, but he’s not 100% sure) glances up at Eddie from the pile of papers he’d been sorting through, “Eight hundred for the booking and ten percent from the sales.”

Which, yeah, that covers Eddie’s rent. It also leaves a little bit of change in Eddie’s pocket, so “Sweet.” Eddie nods.

So, Eddie follows one of the assistants to her office, where she hands Eddie a file with the word SCRIPT written in bold and red letters, “Read over it, practice the lines a few times, do whatever you need to do to prepare for Friday.” She kindly smiles.

She’s sweet. Short, stout, and pretty, and she has these cute glasses that remind Eddie of a ladybug. Eddie takes the manila folder, bowing his head with a cheesy smile, “Thank you, Emily.” 

“So, will I be getting a costume? Do pornos still have those dramatic plots with, like, pirates and shit?” Eddie rambles as he cracks the folder open to take a gander.

Emily snorts, “Sure, but unfortunately, you’re not a pirate for this one,” Eddie glances at her and dramatically pouts, “You will be taking on the role of a neighbor. Pretty simple and easy, not much setup needed, but I’m sure you’ll see that when you read over the script.”

Eddie looked over the script as soon as he got in his van, and Emily was right: there’s not much setup at all. There’s a few cheesy lines, cliche porno shit that definitely gets skipped over, and then they go straight to fucking. Eddie tries to run his lines a few times, but then he fails miserably, so he ends up tossing the script in his passenger seat and making a mental note to look at it later.

How hard can it be?

Apparently pretty fucking hard.

It’s Friday, and Eddie’s a chaotic mess as he walks in through the doors of the film studio. He’d just spent the last 30 minutes in his van trying to practice his lines, but Eddie was never the greatest theater kid, and the lines wouldn’t stick, so he ended up smoking a joint to ease his nerves.

People are bustling around the room, calling out orders and setting up lights, mics, furniture— the whole mile. It’s an entire ordeal that Eddie has walked into, and for a second, Eddie forgets that he’s one of the actual stars when someone walks up to him and says, “You're the new talent?”

“Huh?”

“New talent. Are you the guy we’re filming today?”

Eddie glances around and catches a glimpse of a half-naked girl eyeing him from across the room as a lady fixes her hair for the cameraman. She’s pretty. Gorgeous, actually. Nice body and soft-looking skin that Eddie would like to sink his teeth into and leave pretty little marks.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m Eddie.”

“Good. You’re late.”

Shit. Eddie must’ve lost track of time while practically hacking up a lung in his hotboxed van.

The person drags Eddie to a vanity and nudges him toward the high chair, “You’ll get your hair and makeup done, then we should be rolling in about half an hour.” 

It’s jarring, really, seeing the amount of work that goes into the shitty raunchy films Eddie jacks off to, but it’s captivating nonetheless. Eddie can see the movement behind him through the vanity mirror, but he’s more focused on the pretty girl still posing for the camera. If that’s the girl Eddie will be working with, then this will be way easier than Eddie thought it would be because he’s already getting hard. Some might call it pathetic, but oh well.

“Hiya, hon! You the new talent?” A chirpy girl walks up behind Eddie, pearly white teeth and glossed lips working in tandem as she chews her gum and blows a quick bubble. She doesn’t wait for Eddie’s response as she digs her fingers into Eddie’s curly strands, tossing and gently pulling them about to see what she’s working with. 

Her name is Nicki. She’s friendly and very talkative; Eddie comes to learn, because for the majority of the time that she’s working on Eddie’s hair, her mouth is running nonstop. Eddie doesn’t mind, though; honestly, it helps to take his mind off of whatever the fuck he’s gotten himself into.

Emily, the assistant from earlier, walks up to the vanity, her cute ladybug glasses slipping down her nose as she steps into Eddie’s view— and Eddie is happy to see a familiar and kind face. “Will you be needing a fluffer?”

Eddie blinks, eyes fluttering when the hairstylist dusts his bangs over his lashes, “Uh— a what now?”

Nicki loudly pops her gum as she shakes a can of hairspray, “A fluffer, honey. Someone to jack you off and get you ready for the scene.” 

Eddie’s eyes widened for a split second, and he made the mistake of glancing over at the girl who was still modeling across the room. Her tits are out now, and they’re perfect, and she catches Eddie’s eyes for the second time, and it makes his already stiffened cock stir within his pants.

Eddie shakes his head as he looks back at Emily, his voice higher when he responds, “No, I uh… I think I’m good.”

Which, duh. Eddie's dick is practically breaking the seams of his jeans because of the pretty girl, and it’s only getting worse because now she’s walking toward him dressed in a white robe. “You must be Eddie.”

Eddie’s surprised you know his name, but then he figures, obviously, you must know his name given the fact that you’re about to let him swing his dick near you. “That’s me,” Eddie smiles, “You must be… I’m sorry nobody’s told me anything.” He awkwardly laughs.

You nod with a shrug and tell him your name, “Is this your first time filming?” You ask.

Eddie nods, “Is it that obvious?” He nervously asks. You shrug, “Most guys in the industry need more than a pair of tits to get that hard.” You nod towards Eddie’s crotch— and oh god. How embarrassing! She knows you were checking her out!

“No need to be embarrassed though, Eddie. Pretty soon, you’ll be shoving your cock down my throat, so.”

Eddie’s cock may have gotten harder from those words alone.

“A rookie? Seriously, Don?”

Your makeup is being done, so you don’t see how your manager rolls her eyes at you. “When I said I wanted someone fresh, I didn’t mean never-been-under-the-camera fresh.” 

The makeup artist finishes with your touch-ups, and you take the opportunity to turn to Don and glare at her, “He doesn’t know what he’s doing, Don.”

The older lady waves a dismissive hand, “He’ll do just fine, babe,” she deadpans. You shake your head, turning to look at the man of the hour. He’s attractive; you’ll give him that. Tall, pretty curly hair, sweet brown eyes, a panty-dropping voice. Sure, he’s attractive, okay. But he’s got no clue how to do this type of thing. Clearly— I mean, you’re literally watching him gaze down at the dildos that have been lined up for you as if he’s never seen one in his life— which you doubt. If he knew how to find an adult filmmaking studio, then he’s definitely seen some fucking dildos.

You suppress a laugh when he accidentally drops a glass dildo, turning back to your manager as you ignore his chorus of apologies to the staff, “My case in point.”

Don fails to hold back a laugh, “So he’s a little off the walls,” she shrugs, “He’s cute though. And his dick is nice. Trust me.”

And, well, she’s not wrong.

Don’s never been one to lie without reason, so unfortunately, Eddie’s cock is nice. Pretty, even. Which is weird because after some time being in this industry, the thrill of a nice-looking cock has gotten lost on you because they practically all look the same— just different shades of colors, really.

But Eddie’s cock is nice in the sense that it’s real. He’s not shot up with steroids to make it overly veiny and big or cleanly shaved or any of that superficial camera-ready shit. No, Eddie is natural. He’s got neatly trimmed curly hairs across his pelvis that smell like his body wash when you nuzzle your nose against it, and he’s big enough to wrap your hand around, but you know the second he pushes inside of you, it will be a nice stretch. He’s cut, and he has a slight curve to the left, and he’s so sensitive his cock jumps when you tap the pearly white drop that leaks from his tip. You giggle, shuffling forward on your knees as you stroke him.

You’re already done with the opening scene, finally. Eddie couldn’t remember any of his lines, so it took a lot longer than it should’ve, but you think it was worth it either way because the way Eddie moans when you finally wrap your lips around his tip is the prettiest sound you think you’ve ever heard.

“F-fuck,” He quietly curses, hips shifting as you swallow more of him. He sinks a slightly shaking hand into your hair, gently cupping your head as you work your mouth over him. Your eyes flutter to gaze up at him, and your stomach flutters at the cocky grin he gives you. “You’ve got such a good little mouth on you, sweetheart. Gonna let me fuck it?”

You hum and nod as best as you can with his cock in your mouth, and he hums, “Open up for me, baby.”

You shift on your knees, finding a comfortable position for the action before blinking up at Eddie, indicating you’re ready. Eddie’s hands are steady and certain as he cups both sides of your head, holding you still as he draws his cock out once before slowly thrusting in until your throat tightens around his tip.

He fills your mouth so perfectly, just enough to where you won’t get bored, but you also won’t get an overly aching jaw, and you can’t wait to feel him inside you. Can’t wait to feel how his cock twitches when he first nestles deep in your walls or how much better the sounds he makes will be.

It’s a nice feeling, having Eddie fuck your mouth, and you usually don’t care much for shots like this because most of the time, it’s either underwhelming or overwhelming, but Eddie fucks your throat in a sense that’s dirty yet so caring. He’s spewing out filthy praises, and you're drooling onto his balls, but he’s looking at you with these soft brown eyes and caressing you so gently you might quiver. Fuck, you really wanted to hate him.

Behind the camera, the director makes a motion for you to cut to the next action, but since your back is to them, Eddie is the one that sees it and gently coaxes you off from his cock, cooing when you let out the smallest whine that only he can hear. He smiles, thumb running beneath your swollen lip to catch the strings of spit and cum, “What? You liked having me down your throat, sweet girl?”

You mewl, pressing your chin into his palm as you nod.

"Yeah. Want it, please?" You whisper. God, you didn’t expect to be fucked out within the first scene. "Aw, maybe next time, princess. You can keep me warm as long as you'd like."

It’s almost embarrassing, how much you like the sound of that and how it makes your tummy flip, but you don’t have much time to think about it because Eddie’s ushering you up from the floor to climb onto the couch and straddle his lap. 

You’re both bare now, and when Eddie had first taken his shirt off, you wanted nothing more than to run your hands down his graffitied chest, but you were too busy sinking to your knees. But now you have the chance, and boy, do you fucking take it.

You marvel as you coast your hands across Eddie’s body, fingertips gliding through fields of inked stories and vast skin. His breath hitches when you graze over his nipples, and his hips shift beneath you, wet cock slipping against your sticky folds. You whimper, grinding down onto him, and he curses as he grabs ahold of your hips. “Y’like them?” He sweetly asks, referring to his tattoos.

"Yeah," you nod, grinding down harder to have his cock nestled between your folds, his ruddy tip nudging your clit. “I can tell you all about them if you want.”

You giggle at his timing, but before you can respond, a director speaks up from the side, “Less talking, please.”

Eddie glances over your shoulder and salutes the man, “Roger that, sir.”

You can’t help but snort at his actions, but you’re quickly hushed when Eddie reaches down to paint his cock between your folds before lining himself up, “Go ahead and sit on it, baby.” He whispers.

You listen, nuzzling your face against his shoulder as you wriggle yourself down the length of his cock.

And god, you love being fucking right. The stretch is so good, better than you had imagined it to be, and you can’t help the high-pitched moan that slips from your lips when Eddie thrusts up into you. 

"O-oh. Oh fuck," You whimper. You’re practically boneless as Eddie fucks you, your entire body just draped over him as his hands dig into your ass to help bounce you on his cock. “Jesus fucking— you feel so good,” He pants, and you mewl, cunt clenching around his cock as he drills up into you. “You gonna cum for me, hm? Be my best girl and cum for me. I know you’ll sound so pretty.” He whispers.

Before you know it, you’re moaning out and writhing in Eddie’s hold, juices dripping down his cock and forming a sticky mess in the patch of curls at his base as you cum.

“Let’s have a shot from the back.” 

Your body feels weightless as you and Eddie change positions so you’re on all fours. You’re blinking through a hazy fog, and it feels so good. Eddie’s hands send chills up your spine as they grip your waist and tug you towards him. 

“Oh, baby, you’re shaking,” Eddie hums, running his hands over the fat of your ass, thumbs digging into the skin to spread you open. You’re so wet you can hear the sticky noise of your folds parting, and Eddie groans as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. “You open up so well for me, sweet girl.” 

Jesus.

You don’t get much of a warning before you feel Eddie lapping and sucking at your cunt, devouring you until you’re nothing but a mess of moans and quivering limbs.

Jesus Christ, that wasn’t in the fucking script. Half of the shit Eddie’s doing isn’t in the fucking script, and it's making your head spin.

God, who is this man?

You whimper his name, reaching a shaky hand back to grapple at his hair, and Eddie nuzzles his face deeper into your cunt, nose nudging your ass in a way that makes your toes curl. He’s good. He’s really good, you’ll give him that.

You and Eddie go at it for about an hour, switching positions and pausing every now and then to get a good shot of your cunt wrapped around Eddie’s cock, or Eddie’s tongue lapping over your clit or tits.

And it's fun doing this with Eddie.

Eddie is like a breath of fresh air. Most guys in this industry are stuck up and make things annoyingly serious, and most girls are either bitchy or just want to get it over with, which you don’t blame them for. 

But Eddie makes things feel so normal— like you’re just two best friends getting filmed having sex— because he keeps whispering tiny jokes to make you giggle. He tells you how pretty you sound and look, and he’s so incredibly clueless because he keeps leaning in and asking things like, “Is this, like, a good angle for the camera?” and “Should I maybe kiss you more?” and “Is it okay if I stop fucking you for a second? Because I’m about to blow.”

And all you can do is breathlessly moan and nod because he’s plunging himself so deep into you that it almost hurts, but it’s so good.

You’re so fucked out you barely even register Eddie’s words when he tells you he’s about to cum, but your body immediately reacts when he pats your hip, indicating for you to get ready.

You scramble down from the couch, limbs weighted from pleasure as you settle on your knees, batting your lashes up at Eddie as he towers over you, stroking his wet cock. Eddie rests a hand on your head, fingers grasping your hair to keep you still as he gazes down at you. You’re impatient, so you can’t help but let yourself sneakily lick the tip of his cock, and he grins, “It’s coming, precious girl. Stick your tongue out for me.”

You shuffle closer, sticking your tongue out as you eagerly await the taste of Eddie on your tongue— and when you get it, god, you never want it to stop. Everything about it is perfect: the way his face twists up, the way he tastes, the pretty moans he lets out. You want it on repeat.

You might buy this film just to relive it.

You take every last drop Eddie has to give you with a happy hum; a little bit catches your lip, and Eddie swipes it with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth and suckling. You whine, frowning and causing Eddie to laugh, “You got most of it, sweetheart. Can’t be too greedy, can you?”

It’s like you’re both in your own world. Only talking to each other and enjoying each other's bodies because Eddie just… it’s weird, but he makes the room go away. He makes things feel less performative— and maybe it’s just your hazy, blissed-out state of mind, but you think you might like Eddie.

You’re snapped from your trance when the director yells cut, and then everyone’s springing into action to tear down the set because another crew will be using it next. Eddie helps you stand on your wobbly legs, “You alright?”

You nod, “Great. You did good, by the way.”

Eddie leans forward and grabs your robe that had been pushed to the side. He smiles as he holds it open for you, “Thank you. You did pretty awesome yourself.” He responds as you slink your arms through the sleeves.

You turn to Eddie as you close your robe and tie it shut. Your assistant, Emily, hands Eddie a robe for himself, and he thanks her, curtly bowing his head as he grabs the plush article. “So,” Eddie starts as he slips on the robe. You both start walking towards the dressing rooms as he speaks, “Think I could make a career for myself here?” He asks. 

You halt at that, turning to Eddie with a confused look, “Is that… is that not why you’re here?” You ask.

Eddie shakes his head as he ties his robe, “Nah, I got fired from my job. Needed some cash for rent this month.” He explains.

Is it selfish to say you’re disappointed to hear this? If Eddie had been wanting to join this industry, you would’ve had the opportunity to work with him again. But maybe it’s more selfish to say you’re happy he isn’t joining this industry. Eddie becoming an adult film star would mean half of the time, he’d be fucking other people, and unfortunately, that idea alone makes your gut twist with jealousy.

You nod, pursing your lips as you fiddle with your fingers, “Well… would you be interested in this type of thing?” You try your best to sound casual about it, and you think it works because Eddie only shrugs again with a short hum, “I don’t know. Wouldn’t be opposed to it, I guess.”

Before you can respond, Emily calls your name, “Don needs to speak with you in the other room about your next shoot.”

You turn back to Eddie and try to commit his pretty brown eyes to memory, “I guess I’ll see you around, Eddie.” You smile. Eddie smiles back and does somewhat of a dramatic bow, and you snort as you walk off.

You glance over your shoulder as you walk with Emily.

“Could you do me a favor?” You ask her. Emily nods, and you take one last glance at Eddie before he disappears into the dressing room. 

“Get his number for me. And leave it in my purse, please.”

A couple of weeks have passed since Eddie made his big debut in the film world.

Eddie made a pretty penny from that film, enough to pay his rent and have some play money on the side. Thankfully, Eddie doesn’t have to scramble for cash this month again because he got a job at the mechanic shop downtown. It’s a lot of labor and a lot of hours, but the pay is good, and nobody gives a shit if Eddie comes back from lunch smelling like a dispensary, so.

Suck that, Robert.

However, Eddie’s still thoroughly surprised to see you sitting in the shop office when he returns from a quick smoke break. “Woah, funny seeing you here. Car problems?” He questions. Eddie tries not to think about the fact that he’s seen you completely bare before. Tries not to think of how he’d spent over an hour in your guts last month or how you swallowed his load like it was nothing. Eddie fails miserably.

You shake your head as you stand up from the leather couch in the office, grabbing your purse as Eddie walks closer to you, “No, actually, Lola’s doing great.”

Eddie cocks his head, “Lola?”

You nod, “My car.” You gesture out towards the window where your car is parked. Eddie makes an understanding noise as he nods. 

“I was actually hoping to talk to you.” 

Eddie pauses at that, confusion settling over his body as he looks at you. You’re beautiful, kind, soft eyes with soft, pretty lips that Eddie thinks about kissing when he goes to bed. Eddie points to himself with raised eyebrows, “Me?”

You nod again, “Yeah, about like… my job and stuff.”

Oh.

Ohhhh.

“Oh, shit, yeah, um,” Eddie glances around the office and nods, “Yeah, we can step out and talk, like, in my van, maybe?” He offers. Not because he’s, like, ashamed to talk about porn or something, most people watch it! But a few of the guys that work here are downright dipshits, and Eddie won’t hesitate to punch one of them if they say some sly shit about you or your job. And, well, Eddie would like to keep his job, so.

You don’t take offense to it, though; you just nod with your pretty smile and tell Eddie to lead the way.

Eddie’s van smells like weed, cologne, and a hint of whatever he had for lunch.

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbles as he clears off the passenger seat that’s filled with bottles of different drinks, rolling papers, food wrappers, and things of the like. “She’s seen better days.” 

You smile nonetheless, thanking him when he steps away and holds the door open for you. You hop into the seat, glancing around as Eddie shuts your door and jogs to the driver's seat.

He gets in with a heavy sigh, hair unruly from the wind, brown eyes wide and excited when he looks at you. “Hey.” He huffs with a smile, and there’s a piece of hair in Eddie’s bangs that’s sticking straight up. “Hey.” You giggle, reaching out to fix the rebellious strand. Eddie softly thanks you, and you swear you see a hint of pink dust across his cheeks.

He shifts in his seat, rubbing his hands against his thighs as he sighs again, “So… what’s up?”

God, he’s so cute. So incredibly weird and awkward and cute. He looks handsome in his navy blue coveralls, grease stains smeared across his torso, and some sneaky smudges on his neck. “You’re very hard to get ahold of, you know?” You tease.

Eddie’s face twists in confusion, “Huh?”

You shrug, distracting yourself by poking around at his dashboard, sifting through the CDs and tapes he has lying about. Eddie doesn’t stop you; he only watches, and you give him a cheeky smile. “My assistant got your number, right? But then you, like, never answered my calls.” You shrug as you flip through more of his things. You hear Eddie mumble something about needing a new cord for his home phone before he asks louder, " So, how’d you find me?”

God, he must think you’re a stalker or something. You didn’t really think that through, honestly.

You hum, “Just asked around a bit. You’re a bit of a hot commodity around here, by the way. Heard you started a cult? What’s that about?” 

Eddie’s eyes widen at your words, and you laugh, “Oh god. Jesus, no, I didn’t start a cult. I just,” he groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “I was just weird in high school.”

“You’re still weird.”

Eddie’s face falters at your words, but you smile as you add, “I like it.”

Eddie blushes again, but he turns to look away this time, and you think he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever set your eyes upon. He turns back to you with a shy grin, “Did you come here just to flirt with me?” He teases, wrapping a strand of his hair around his finger to twirl in a shy manner. “Maybe… but I also have a question.” You respond.

Eddie nods, “Shoot.”

You take a deep breath as you shift in your seat, “Well, uh, I wanted to ask if you maybe…” You glance at Eddie, who's expectantly awaiting your question, and your stomach twists with nerves. Why are you so nervous to ask Eddie for something you’ve already done before?

“Well, I’m doing a shoot tomorrow,” you finally begin, “And I just found out the guy they paired me with is, like, a total asshole— I’ve worked with him before, he’s just… awful,” You explain. “So, I was just… I don’t know; I was just wondering— hoping— you’d be up for it, maybe? To take the guy's place, I mean.”

You finish rambling and glance at Eddie as his eyes widen, “Oh, um. Like— like, film with you again?”

Eddie could leap for joy right now.

Not only are you, like, the cutest, prettiest, kindest fucking human being to ever grace this earth, but you’re sitting in Eddie’s van, chewing on your lip and asking Eddie to fuck you for the cameras again.

Eddie must’ve done something incredibly right in his past life.

“Oh!” Eddie starts, “ Um… yeah, I’d love to!” What? Weird, take that back. “No, I mean, like, not in a weird way. I just— I’d rather not let the asshole do it if I can do it.”

God, could Eddie sound any more pathetic?

Still, despite how dumb Eddie sounds, you smile and clasp your hands together, “Oh, are you sure? I know it’s last minute, and it’s not really the ideal task—” 

“Woah, wait. What do you mean not the ideal task?” 

Because literally, what do you mean? How could that not be the ideal task? And who made you think that fucking you isn’t the ideal task? If it’s that asshole you were supposed to work with, then Eddie has a few colorful things to say about and to him.

You shrug, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, “Nothing, I just know my job isn’t… you know, traditional or whatever. And you had only done it that one time because you needed it, so I get it if you’re, like, not in the mood to fuck on camera for a bunch of random people.” You ramble. Which, uh, no. You could not be further from the truth. Eddie would love to fuck you on camera for a bunch of random people. Hell, Eddie would love to fuck you under any consensual circumstance, if he’s being honest, so. Yeah, he’s pretty excited.

“No,” Eddie shakes his head, “No, I— I want to, really, I do.” Eddie nods.

Your unsure frown spreads into the prettiest smile before you reach across the center console to pull Eddie into the most bone-crushing, you-scented, chest-warming hug Eddie’s ever been given as you spew out a chorus of thank yous.

“I brought a copy of the script for you to look over so you’re not totally confused,” Eddie watches as you pull back to reach into your bag and pull out a manilla folder. “I usually like to color coordinate my scripts, so I did it for you too. The pink is me, and the red is you, and the specific actions they want us to do are in blue.” You point out. And Eddie thinks he might kiss you right now— you’re so fucking cute!

“Wow, thanks, um… I wish I were, like… good with these types of things, but I think you saw how majestic I am with scripts.” Eddie huffs out a laugh as he scratches the back of his neck. You smile, “I can help you— if you’d like.”

Oh, you’re trying to kill Eddie at this rate.

Eddie nods either way, even though he’s six feet underground and knocking at the fiery gates. “I would love that, actually. I finish work in about three hours if you’re free.”

Eddie definitely broke a handful of laws while driving home.

Since you offered to help Eddie with his lines, you both decided to meet at Eddie’s place. He gave you his address, told you how to get into the complex, and said see you later. Now, Eddie is ecstatic to see you, obviously, but Eddie can’t remember if his home looked normal or like a Walmart clearance aisle after black Friday, so he ran through multiple stop signs and red lights to get home before you showed up so he could clear things up.

He’s hustling through his apartment like a madman, picking up strewn clothes and cat toys before speeding through the few dishes he had in his sink. Honestly, Eddie’s apartment has seen worse days, so there’s not much cleaning he has to do, but he’s still stressed when he hears a knock on the door. 

Eddie doesn’t even like candles, but he lit one just in case there’s a smell he’s grown used to lingering about. Eddie just doesn’t want you to think he’s a slob. Because he isn’t. He just has an orchestrated chaotic lifestyle.

Eddie couldn’t be happier when he opened his door because there you were, beaming with a smile and a bag of takeout, and Eddie thought it wasn’t normal to be this soft for someone you’d basically just met.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Eddie dramatically bows with an extended hand to show the entrance of his small, homey apartment. You smile as you walk in, taking in your surroundings.

It’s nothing extraordinary, honestly. Eddie’s home is really just vomit of everything Eddie likes: favorite colors, favorite movies, favorite game characters, etc. It’s like Eddie’s brain exploded and painted itself all over the place. Eddie had a girlfriend many moons ago, and she changed things around to become more coordinated, so now it’s less of a shit show and more of an abstract museum sort of thing.

Whatever. Doesn’t matter anyway because you’re gasping and picking up the little roommate Eddie has. 

“Who’s this?” You coo at the little creature. You’re looking down at the furball as you scratch behind her ear, “That,” Eddie sighs, “Is the reason why I didn’t get your calls.”

You look up at Eddie, confusion written across your face. Eddie points across the room to the wall where his home phone hangs, except the wire is broken. “Little asshole chewed through the wire, and I’ve been slow to replace it. Her name is Banshee.”

The cat meows at the mention of her name, wide eyes blinking up at Eddie as you coddle her. She’s a fluffy cat with a black coat decorated with two white spots: one on her back and the other just behind her ear.

You hum, “So technically,” You drag, “It’s your fault.” You tease. You coo as you press your cheek to the tiny kitten, gazing up at Eddie with these soft eyes, “I don’t think you can blame this cutie for your laziness.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, wills away whatever power he has to not kiss you, and gently takes the takeout bag from your hands so you have less to carry. “Fine then. Ask her what happened to the laces of my work shoes, too, since she’s so innocent.”

Eddie’s home is so… Eddie.

He’s got music and horror movie posters framed along his walls, cute little scary figurines randomly placed within his bookshelves, and there’s an overall smell of Eddie’s musk and the sandalwood candle he has burning. It’s cozy, a nice space for one person who enjoys their alone time, and he let you choose a record to play from his extensive collection, and he has the world's cutest little cat, so it’s safe to say you could spend an eternity in Eddie’s world.

“Shit, that wasn’t my line,” Eddie stresses. You smile as Eddie tosses the packet onto his coffee table and falls back onto the couch, “We’re wasting our time here, princess. I dropped out of theater for a reason.” He grumbles.

You sigh, tilting your head against the couch cushion as you gaze at Eddie, “You’re thinking too hard about it.” You say. “It’s a porno, not a Grammy-nominated film.” You point out.

Eddie snorts before giving a short shrug, “For the record, I think you could land a Grammy, sweetheart.” 

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, right. You don’t need to suck up to me, Eddie, you’re already gonna fuck me tomorrow.” You jokingly say.

Eddie waves you off and shifts into a more comfortable position. “So,” He starts, “What’s the asshole guy's deal?” 

Banshee has hopped onto the couch and made her way into your lap, tiny paws kneading the material of your jeans as she settles. You gently pet her as you glance at Eddie and shrug, “Not sure, he’s just a total dick,” You grumble. “I worked with him once last year, and he, like, told me I wasn’t the best or whatever— which, okay, I can totally understand,” You ramble, “I don’t think I’m, like, some sex god. I don’t expect to be everyone or anyone’s best fuck, but still! It just… it didn’t make me feel good, the way he said it.” You windedly explain. You distract yourself with the cute animal in your lap as you finish your explanation, “So, I asked my manager never to pair us again, but—” You shrug.

Next to you, Eddie shifts once more and scoffs. “He’s a fucking shitfaced liar, princess.”

You snort, playfully rolling your eyes, “Eddie—” “No, I’m serious. He’s a liar. Anybody who even gets the chance to touch you is a lucky fucker, okay? If anything, he probably begged your manager to let him work with you again.”

“You’re just saying that. I don’t need you to try and make me feel better, and it was so long ago anyway.” “Yeah, but that’s the thing, I’m not.”

You frown as you gaze over at Eddie, watching as he sits straight and looks at you with a serious gaze in his eyes. “I don’t know what’s up with that guy, maybe he was dropped as a baby too many times, but anybody with common sense and a properly functioning dick knows just how fucking amazing you are. End of discussion.”

And well, it’s pathetic how your chest warms at his words, but it does. And as Eddie goes on to ramble about his hectic week at work, you can’t help but let your mind spin with Eddie’s kind words until nothing is in your mind but the echoes of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

Not many times has Eddie woken up with a girl in his home. Well, at least not a girl that he’s actually liked for more than a one-night stand or a shortly-lived fling.

After running the script for the last time, Eddie suggested putting on a movie and digging into the takeout you’d brought. The meal was delicious, and the movie you’d landed on was hilarious, but it’s hard to keep your eyes open on a full stomach, so when Eddie felt your head drop onto his shoulder, he couldn’t help but let his body sink into the couch and fall asleep too.

You’d woken up about an hour later and tried to make your escape quietly, but Eddie insisted you shouldn’t drive in such a sleepy state, so he let you make yourself comfy in his bed. Banshee, the little traitor, trotted right behind you and left Eddie on the couch to snuggle up beside you for the night.

You’re cute in the morning, Eddie thinks. You have an adorable little pout, and you yawn about 80 times until you’ve had a sip of coffee. 

It takes nearly a lifetime to drag you away from Banshee so you and Eddie can head to the studio because you adore the little asshole, and Banshee loves anything that’ll give her the time of day. You make Eddie promise to let you see her again, though, so you sadly say goodbye with a soft peck to the fluffy area between her eyes and let Eddie drag you to his van.

The car ride is nice; Eddie lets you mess around with the contents of his van and go through the stack of CDs he’s compiled over the years. You land on one of Eddie’s favorites, an old mixtape Wayne made in college that Eddie spent most of his high school blaring loud enough to blow out a speaker.

Today, you’re shooting in a house— a nice one that Eddie could only conjure up in his dreams—but he doesn’t have much time to dwell on it because he’s being dragged over to makeup and hair as soon as he steps in.

“You thinking of joining the industry?” Nicki asks as she works a nice-smelling mousse into Eddie’s hair.

Eddie had been busy watching you talk to one of the producers, but he finds the strength to tear his eyes away and gaze at Nicki through the vanity mirror. “No, not exactly. Just… doing a favor for a friend, I guess.”

Nicki raises an eyebrow, “A friend? Don’t act like I didn’t see you two come in together.”

Eddie’s face warms at that, the tips of his ears turning red as he stutters, “Huh?” 

Nicki looks at Eddie with a ‘Don’t bullshit me’ look.

“I mean, like, yeah, we had breakfast together–” “Mhm.”

Eddie huffs out a gentle laugh, “No, really, we’re friends.”

“Friends that fuck on camera and look at each other the way you two do? Sure.”

Eddie doesn’t ask what Nicki means by that because— well, he knows what Nicki means by that. He’s caught himself looking at you like you put the stars in the sky one too many times, and it’s almost embarrassing. Almost.

But can you blame Eddie? Can you really blame him when you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, the softest smile, the greatest laugh, and the sweetest personality? It’s not Eddie’s fault that you’re perfect.

Eddie just thinks you’re neat. 

He thinks you’re amazing, actually, and it’s hard to remember his fucking lines when you’re standing under a steaming shower, wet body glistening and pebbled nipples practically begging for his mouth.

He’s butchering the script, that’s for sure, but he figures it’s not too bad since nobody’s corrected him. 

The scene starts with you taking a shower and Eddie being a peeping tom, which ultimately leads to Eddie sinking to his knees and licking into you until you’re a quivering, sticky mess on his tongue. Eddie would spend forever on his knees, between your legs, if he could because you taste heavenly and sound better than any song Eddie’s ever listened to, and that says something.

Your fingers thread through the wet strands of Eddie’s hair, and Eddie rapidly blinks when he gazes up at you, only to get an eyeful of his wispy bangs. You smile, petting back his bangs so he can see, and he hums, nudging his face further against you, his tongue teasing more, fingers curling deeper.

It doesn’t take long to make you cum, and the second you do, Eddie is standing up, shutting off the shower, and ushering you out into the expansive main bathroom. It’s almost as if it’s just Eddie and you in the room. No cameras, no directors or producers, or that weird pervy lighting guy that compliments you way too fucking much for Eddie’s liking. It’s just you and Eddie.

“Let’s do an over-the-counter shot next.”

Fuck. It’s not just you two, actually.

What a buzz kill.

Either way, Eddie finds himself pressing your wet, naked waist down against the sink, smiling when you squeal at the cold marble touching your skin. “Stick your ass out, baby, let me see that gorgeous ass.” 

You mewl as you follow Eddie’s instructions, tipping your hips back to present yourself to him and the cameras. You’re dripping. Swollen and wet and throbbing, and Eddie— god, Eddie feels like a fucking animal.

“Got such a pretty pussy, honey. All wet and ready for me, hm?” He teases, gently running his fingers through the sticky arousal between your legs. You shakily breathe as you nod your head, “Yeah. All for you. Please.”

Eddie steps forward, grabbing his cock and painting it between your swollen lips as he hooks his other arm across your shoulders, pulling you back to press against his chest. He presses a wet kiss to the skin of your cheek in front of your ear, voice dry and needy as he whispers in your ear, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” His eyes catch yours in the mirror as you keen. “Ask me to fuck you.”

You whimper out loud, wriggling your hips back into his as your hands grip the counter, “P-please fuck me. Please. Need it so bad, want your cock so bad I— o-oh.”

The slide to home base is fucking otherworldly. It was life-changing the first time, and it’s life-changing now, and if Eddie ever gets the chance to fuck you again, he knows it’ll be life-changing then.

You’re so warm, and you're sucking Eddie’s cock in so nicely, so sinfully, that Eddie almost makes a deal with the devil right then and there. Your chest is heaving by the time Eddie’s pelvis presses to your bum, his cock nestled deep into your pulsing cunt. Eddie leans forward, pressing his chest against your back as he loops an arm around your shoulders, holding you tight to him as he gives one slow thrust. He coos when your eyes flutter shut, and your jaw drops, a shaky hand reaching up to sink your nails into Eddie’s forearm.

“S-so deep,” You slur, wriggling your hips back against Eddie.

Eddie grunts, “Fuck. You feel so good, baby. Always so warm and ready for me, hm?” Eddie’s lips are wet against your jaw as he whispers into your ear, and you nod with a mewl.

Eddie works up the pace relatively fast in favor of the cameras, and at some point, he reaches down to grip the thick of your thigh and haul your leg up to rest on the counter so you’re spread open even more. The angle makes it easier for him to catch your spot, and it’s better for the camera to capture the sight of your soaking pussy wrapped around Eddie’s cock, dribbling onto both of your thighs and creating a sticky ring of arousal at the base of Eddie’s dick.

Eddie’s hand is wrapped around your throat when you begin twitching around him, mumbling promises of your climax, and Eddie doesn’t waste time in sinking his hand between your legs to help you reach the edge quicker. Your moans fall silent, eyes squeezed shut, and jaw dropped wide open as Eddie fucks you through your orgasm— and fuck, you feel so good. Squeezing and pulsing and dripping around Eddie’s thighs, throat vibrating beneath his palm when air comes back to you.

“There we go, baby. Get it all out, push it out, honey.” Eddie encourages you.

You’re shaking, trembling like a leaf in Eddie’s arms, and Eddie wants to spend forever tucked into your pussy, warm skin sticky against him, pretty little whines and mewls coating his brain in this cutesy pink fog that makes him want to fucking marry you.

Get you a home, give you his babies, maybe even get you a fucking dog and just live happily goddamn ever.

Jesus, Eddie’s a goner.

“F-fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Eddie pulls out last second, jerking himself off between your cute ass cheeks until he’s spurting white ropes of cum up your back.

Eddie, ever the considerate man he is, pushes your hair out of the way to avoid getting any of his sticky release in it. You’re breathing heavily, pretty eyes glazed over as you glance back at Eddie, a shy glint in your eyes at the sight of your skin painted in his cum.

Eddie’s obsessed with you now, no doubt.

His ringed fingers slide through the sticky mess on your skin as he grips your ass cheeks, gently spreading them apart and humming when you arch your back, proudly swaying your ass in front of him. The sight makes Eddie dizzy; pools of cum dripping down your back to slink its way through your ass and over your sticky folds. “You’ve got such a cute little hole, baby.” Eddie compliments, taking his thumb and smearing his cum over the puckered muscle, softly laughing when you whine. 

He lightly slaps your ass then, reaching forward to gently grasp your face with his messy hands and pull you back to press a firm kiss over your lips. His thumb, the one that had smeared his cum over your tight hole, sinks between your moving lips, pushing into your mouth and onto your tongue as he whispers a small command to taste it, and you mewl.

“So good, princess—”

“Cut!”

You both jolt at the booming voice, getting rudely snapped out of the daze you’d fallen into. 

These fucking cameras.

You smile, dropping your cheek onto your shoulder as you bat your eyelashes up at Eddie from over your shoulder, “You’re a natural, Eddie, you know that?”

Eddie huffs a laugh, thanking the assistant when they bring you towels and robes.

“Well,” He breathes as he slinks the robe over his shoulders, watching as you do the same, “I’ve got the best coach.” He winks.

Now that you and Eddie have done two films together and basically had a sleepover, you’re practically inseparable.

It’s funny, really. Eddie thought maybe the fact that you’ve seen each other bare and had sex on camera might hinder the aspect of any friendly connection because, well, Eddie’s never done this before! He’s not a pornstar, so he’s not sure how the friendship/relationship aspect of it works, but luckily, it’s easier than most normal friendships Eddie’s had before.

You talk almost every night over the phone (Eddie finally fixed the wire), going over one another’s day and laughing at embarrassing or funny moments. You go on for hours until either one of you falls asleep, and it’s usually you since Eddie has the sleep schedule of a newborn baby who doesn’t know the difference between night and day. All the better for him, though, because he gets to poke fun at you the next day and tease you about how you sometimes snore.

And Eddie loves listening to you talk— could spend hours cuddled up with Banshee as he listens to you ramble on about whatever new show you’re watching or the latest gossip at work. It’s Eddie’s favorite part of his day, talking to you, so he kicks himself when he realizes he forgot to call you last night.

He’s getting ready for bed when he remembers, and he practically sprints to his phone on his nightstand and dials your number in less than thirty seconds. It takes you three rings to answer, and Eddie smiles at the sound of your voice, “Hello?”

“Hi, princess,” Eddie responds.

You gasp, “Eddie, hi! Oh, I was just about to call you! Where have you been?” You ask. Eddie groans, dropping back onto his mattress with spread arms. “Working. I’m so sorry I forgot to call. I just started a new schedule at the shop, and the hours are awful.”

Eddie can hear your frown when you respond, “Bummer. I’ve got a way to cheer you up, though.”

Eddie’s eyes are closed, and sleep is so heavy in his bones he feels like he’s sinking through the mattress, but he smiles as if it’s second nature when he responds, “Hit me.”

You cheer, and Eddie hears the rustling of grocery bags on your end as you speak, “My manager gave me a shit ton of holiday chocolates she had left over, and well, I was wondering if you’d like to drown yourself in sugar with me?” 

Eddie softly laughs, folding his arm to rest his hand on his tummy as he nods, forgetting you can’t see. “You didn’t even have to ask.”

The drive from your flat to Eddie’s is typically around twenty minutes, but with the benefit of it being nearly midnight and most normal people being in bed by now, you’re knocking on Eddie’s door in just a little under twelve minutes. 

Eddie opens the door to let you in and immediately just wants to kiss you. You’re dressed in an oversized sweatshirt, loose pajama pants with cute little ducks printed on them, and fluffy house slippers. You grin up at Eddie as you lift a bag full of candy, “I come bearing gifts!”

Eddie had been exhausted all day, but now that he’s had two handfuls of sugary treats, he’s ready to run a fucking marathon.

He’s sucking on a sour apple jawbreaker and watching some shitty romcom with Banshee curled in his lap when he feels your head softly drop onto his shoulder. He glances down at you and sees the soft flutter of your eyes, “Are you tired? You can take my bed.” He offers.

You tilt your head to blink up at him tiredly, “Will you come with me?”

And well, Eddie was originally going to take the couch, but you’re looking up at him with these cute, bleary eyes, and Eddie can’t even imagine saying no. So, he shuts his TV off, makes a mental note to clean up the candy wrappers sometime tomorrow, and lets you drag him off to his room.

Banshee decided to take advantage of the new space on the couch and sprawl out, so Eddie doesn’t have to worry about asking if you’re okay with her cuddling up on his bed like she usually does. 

Eddie doesn’t do this very often— sleep with other people in his bed, he means. And sure, he’s had partners before that would stay the night here and there, but he hasn’t had that in over a year now, so it’s safe to say that Eddie’s a little bit nervous.

He doesn’t know if you want to be close, but considering how cuddly you are on a daily basis, he’s not surprised when you press yourself into his side with a content sigh, snuggling deeper into the warm covers. He turns, shifting to wrap his arms around your frame, trying his best to ignore the fast beating of his heart in his chest— but that’s not the main issue. The bigger problem is— “Eddie? Are you hard?”

Shit.

God, this is awful. Nothing even remotely sexual happened, and Eddie’s popping a boner and practically stabbing your stomach. Fuck, you probably think he’s a perv now. Nice going.

“No.”

It falls silent for a moment, and Eddie can feel the quiver of your body as you giggle into his shoulder. He smiles, an embarrassed blush rising over her cheeks as he lifts a hand to palm at his eye, “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You turn in Eddie’s arm, pressing a hand to Eddie’s shoulder to lay him on his back. You stay lying by his side, body pressed to him, head resting on his shoulder. You nose at the curly strands of hair on Eddie’s neck, and your hand runs down his torso, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of his sweats. “O-oh. No, you don’t need to, princess.” Eddie says, yet his voice is shaky and holds anticipation as you drag your nails through the coarse hair leading to his cock. 

“I want to. Please?” You ask. And you’re so good, so obedient, not touching Eddie’s cock until he swallows and nods his head yes. You wriggle, like a happy pup that got a treat, and your hand sinks lower, wrapping around the thick of Eddie’s cock.

Eddie’s breath hitches, sinking into the feeling of your warm hand stroking up his cock, your thumb running over his leaking tip. Eddie curses, hips twitching up into your hold, and you press a kiss to his jaw, and Eddie nearly bursts into stars.

You press another kiss to his jaw, soft and sweet, and Eddie slinks an arm around you, sinking his hands into your hair and shakily breathing. “You keep kissing me like that, and I’m gonna— fuck.”

And it’s so pathetic; you’ve only had your hand down his pants for less than five minutes, and Eddie’s quivering like a virgin having their first time. God, this is so embarrassing.

You kiss Eddie once more, “Wait, wait. Not yet.”

And then you shuffle away from Eddie, and he’s frowning because he feels cold without you snuggled against him. But then you’re sinking underneath the covers, and Eddie’s cursing, “W-what are you doing, honey?”

He lifts the covers just as you wriggle your way between his legs and hook your fingers over the band of his sweats. You peel his sweats away, mouth opening like a hungry lion when Eddie’s cock pops out. You push the front band of his sweats to catch just below his balls, and Eddie’s hips squirm from the pressure making you giggle when his cock twitches.

You loop your fingers around his cock, twisting up on a long stroke, “Did I ever tell you how pretty your cock is, Eddie?”

Jesus Christ.

Eddie breathes shakily through his nose, tummy quivering as your gaze flickers; he shakes his head no. Eddie sinks a hand to pet your hair back, smiling when you nuzzle into his touch, letting your lips brush against his tip, “You think it’s pretty, baby?” He asks.

You nod, letting your tongue loll out of your mouth to catch the pearl of pre-cum dripping from his tip. You don’t say anything else as you lean forward and wrap your mouth around him, languidly taking him as far as you want and sucking him for all he’s worth.

Eddie’s head drops back then, his entire body just losing strength to do anything as you slowly fuck your mouth over him. The blanket falls over you then, and Eddie curses, scrambling to push it back over your head so you don’t, like, suffocate on his cock.

And Eddie was already close before, so it doesn’t take long for him to start cursing and warning you that he’s gonna cum. Before he knows it, he’s emptying himself into the warm cavern of your mouth, soft mixes of curses and your name tumbling from his mouth as you happily take every last drop.

You pull off of him with a small pop, licking up the small remnants of cum that drool down his cock. Eddie feels weightless now; the effects of sugar are long gone now that you practically sucked his soul through his dick. You tuck Eddie back into his pants, and as if you couldn’t get any cuter, any sweeter, you press a gentle kiss to Eddie’s tummy right where the waistband sits.

Eddie’s got a loopy grin on his face when you crawl back up to snuggle back into his side, mumbling something about how you love licking his cock. Eddie nearly dies, by the way.

He thinks he’s in love with you, maybe.

You breathe in deep, draping an arm across Eddie’s tummy and slinking your leg between his, and you sigh all sleepy and cute as you say, “G’night, Eddie.”

Yeah. Eddie’s definitely in love with you.

Weeks go by as you and Eddie become thick as thieves.

You carry on with your nightly calls, obviously, but now there’s a healthy mix of one of you going to the other's home and crashing there for the night, then that bleeds into the next day where you just spend hours with each other doing fuck all.

Eddie just likes being around you. You don’t have to be doing anything particularly fun or sexual; no, Eddie just enjoys your company. And most times, you and Eddie will be doing your separate little activities— you reading or watching a movie while Eddie writes up new campaign ideas for Dustin— and you will reach out to twirl a strand of Eddie’s hair around your knuckle and gently tug or poke your finger into his cheek where his dimples reside and Eddie just melts.

Most of the time, you’re only doing it for your peace of mind (Eddie knows because you told him when he asked), but something tells him maybe you actually have something to say when you poke Eddie’s cheek for the third time.

He turns to you, brows raised and hiding beneath his bangs that so badly need a trim, “Yes, doll?”

You smile now that his attention is on you, and you shift, careful not to wake Banshee in your lap from your movements. Eddie thinks Banshee might like you more than she likes him, which is just downright traitorous, considering Eddie’s the one who feeds her and keeps a roof over her head. He doesn’t really blame the cat, though. 

“What are you doing on Saturday?” You ask.

Eddie hums, closing his notebook and leaning back into his couch, “This Saturday?”

You nod, and Eddie shrugs, lips pouting as he speaks, “Nothing, I’m pretty sure. Why?”

You sigh heavily, sinking into the couch as you gently pet Banshee behind her ear, “We have an event for work, and I was just wondering if you would maybe wanna tag along?”

Eddie’s head tips in interest, “Sure. Is it, like, fancy dress shit?” He asks. Eddie thinks he has a tux somewhere deep in the trenches of his closet. Probably the one he wore to Wayne's wedding two years ago; he hopes he still fits.

You shrug, “Eh, nothing too fancy schmancy. Slacks and a nice shirt will do,” You mindlessly watch the television, gently rubbing Banshee’s ear between your fingers. “That I can do, princess. But uh,” Eddie pauses, “You don’t seem too ecstatic about this.” He points out.

You shrug, glancing over at Eddie, and Eddie wants to kiss your pouty lips because you look adorable swallowed up in a throw blanket with sleepy eyes blinking up at him. “S’cause I’m not,” You huff, “I hate those ignorant assholes— don’t get me wrong, some of them are good friends of mine! But most of them are just…” You make a face and roll your eyes, and Eddie softly laughs. You let your head lazily turn to gaze at him, “Don says I have to go, though. So I figured I may as well drag someone I actually enjoy being around.” You softly smile.

Eddie’s heart flutters and grows three times the size of his body.

Saturday night comes quicker than most, and Eddie spends nearly an hour digging through his closet. By the time Eddie finds a nice enough shirt to pair with his neatly ironed (to Eddie’s standard, which is probably not very high) slacks, he’s running behind and starts to stress that he won’t pick you up on time, and he’s just totally made an ass of himself.

It’s five o’clock when Eddie gets to your flat, and when he knocks on your door, he’s out of breath because he smokes more than a godman grill, and he skipped every other step on the staircase to get there quicker. He’s thinking of a million ways to apologize for being late, and he thinks he has it right when you open the door, but then— “Oh. Hey Eds! You’re early!”

Eddie huffs, nearly doubling over in exhaustion because he seriously needs to quit smoking, “Wha– early?”

You hold the door open for Eddie to step in and nod. You’re in a white fluffy robe with house boots on, and your hair is tied back, so you have a clear canvas to work with for your makeup. “Yeah, it starts at seven.” 

And, oh, what the fuck? Here Eddie was stressing and thinking he’d completely ruined his chances with you because he decided to be an asshat and lose track of time on his video games, but in reality, he’s nearly two hours early?!

“Oh, but now you can help me pick a dress. Come on.”

No, Eddie has zero complaints, actually. He’s grateful that he’s timely challenged, he thinks as you drag him toward your room.

Eddie spends the next thirty minutes or so seated at the foot of your bed, judging whichever dresses you surprise him with from out of your closet.

It isn’t easy to give a solid answer because, well, you look good in all of them. And Eddie’s not even being biased because he’s got a sickening crush on you— no, you genuinely look amazing in every dress.

“Eddie, you’ve said yes to all of them.” You huff. “Because they all look good!” Eddie exclaims.

You frown, resting your hands on your hips and tilting your head at him. Eddie shrugs, “I don’t know why you’re upset with me when it’s technically your fault.” He points out, to which you roll your eyes and jokingly throw a dress at his face.

It takes a while for you to decide; by the time you’ve figured it out, there’s about forty minutes until the event begins.

The dress you landed on is evil, to say the least.

It’s a black puffy babydoll-style dress, except instead of a poofy top half, it’s tight fitting and pushes your chest up to sit nice and pretty, and the straps are thin, and Eddie thinks about the sound you’d make if he just reached out and teasingly snapped it against your skin. Wants to coo when you squirm and mewl and press yourself into him.

And the dress is so short, long enough to cover everything, but you wouldn’t have to bend over very far to flash a lucky person, and the sight of your thighs makes Eddie’s head spin.

He doesn’t know where the courage comes from because Eddie is anything but bold when it comes to people he has ridiculous crushes on, but Eddie couldn’t help himself, watching you bent over the sink as you do your last touch-ups to your makeup, the way your silky thighs rub against one another when you shift to get closer to the mirror— Eddie didn’t stand a chance.

He’s behind you before he knows it, and you’re smiling at him through the mirror, “Almost done, promise.” You say.

Eddie lets his hand slink around your waist, dropping his head to nuzzle into your neck, brown eyes fluttering up to hold your gaze through the glass as he kisses your skin before playfully nipping at you. You squeal, curling away from him, and he smiles as you push at him. “You’re cute,” Eddie softly says, and he grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip when you shy away from his gaze, “So pretty.” He adds.

Eddie turns you to face him as he presses you against the bathroom sink. He seeks your lips, but you pout and shake your head, “My lipgloss.” 

Eddie huffs out a laugh, shaking his head before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, careful not to catch any of the sticky application before sinking to his knees, hands gentle and greedy as they caress your thighs.

Eddie leans forward to kiss the inside of your knee, “Gonna let me taste you, honey?” He hums, leaning in the press a kiss further up the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitches, legs subconsciously spreading wider to accommodate Eddie. Your nails dig into the countertop as you shakily breathe, “W-we’re gonna be late,” You weakly say as Eddie lets his tongue draw shapes in your skin. Eddie hums, sucking the fat of your thigh into his mouth before leaving with a pop, lips brushing against your hot skin as he says, “I’ll be quick. Promise.”

He doesn’t wait for your response as he coasts his hands up your thighs to loop his fingers around the band of your panties, dragging them down your legs and helping you step out of them. 

Eddie doesn’t waste time then; he kisses a sloppy wet trail up the inside of your thigh, fingers digging into the fat of your skin and helping you spread open for him so he can nuzzle his head beneath the fluffy tulle of your dress and begin his task of devouring you. You’re wet, dripping, and throbbing for Eddie’s tongue, and this is the third time that Eddie has found himself licking into you, and god, it never gets fucking old.

The sounds you make, the way you writhe, the tiny gasps you give, and then the way your cunt pulses around his tongue— it’s the pinnacle of Eddie’s night, he already knows. 

“E-Eddie— oh,” Your breathy whine makes Eddie stuff his face further into your pussy, nose brushing against your clit as he thrusts his tongue into you, your hands scrambling down to sink into Eddie’s hair and tug.

And it took Eddie longer than he’d like to admit to get his hair slicked into the neat bun he’s sporting, but with his tongue plunged deep inside of you and your pretty moans filling his ears, Eddie can’t seem to care that you’re definitely messing up his hard work.

Eddie could spend eternity here, down on his knees, under the dress of your skirt, lapping at your pussy like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. And sure, Eddie makes this conclusion, like, every single time he finds himself between your legs, but can you blame him? You’re the sweetest thing he’s ever had the pleasure of dealing with.

You lift a leg to hook over Eddie’s shoulder, the heel of your foot pressing into his shoulder blade and pushing a moan from the depths of Eddie’s chest as he snuggles deeper into you, licking and sucking and nipping. 

“S-so close…” You whimper, thighs beginning to quiver on each side of Eddie’s head. He fixes his grip on your hips because Eddie wouldn’t dream of letting you fall in his presence, and you’re standing on your tiptoes when you fumble over the edge, crying out for Eddie as you soak his tongue.

Eddie’s moaning into you, fingers massaging and caressing the thick parts of your hips and thighs as he continues working you through your orgasm. You’re twitching and heavily breathing when Eddie parts his mouth from your slick folds, strings of arousal and spit snapping and falling to his chin. God, it makes Eddie ache in his pants.

He presses sweet and sticky kisses to the insides of your thighs, savoring every moment he has here, breathing you in, tasting you, feeling you, hearing you. He doesn’t doubt for a moment that he looks like a madman when he brings his head out from under your dress, and you giggle, pressing your hand to your lips.

Eddie wants to hear that noise on repeat. Put his headphones on and, like, clean his house or something. Let your giggles play on a constant loop until they’re engrained into the grooves of his brain so he never has to go a second without hearing them.

“What?” Eddie smiles, hands still under your dress and soothingly squeezing the shaky muscles of your thighs. Your eyes are glazed from pleasure, and you look warm as you speak, “I– your hair,” You laugh. You press the wispy curls of Eddie’s bangs back, “I’m so sorry. It looked so nice, and I messed it up.” You happily frown.

Eddie huffs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your knee and shaking his head, “That’s okay,” He responds, reaching over for your panties to help you slip them back on. “It was for a good cause.” He winks.

Eddie doesn’t frequent fancy parties.

The fanciest event Eddie’s ever been to was a masquerade-themed dinner that he and Jeff snuck into because there were rumors of a big hit producer being there, which, big fucking shocker, they never found him since everyone was in a fucking mask. It was a waste of time, but at least they ate like kings that night.

Besides that, Eddie doesn’t go to fancy places— it’s just not his kind of scene. And it’s not like the event you’ve brought him to tonight is, like, Buckingham Palace tier, but everyone here looks like a million bucks and up, and Eddie’s not quite sure he’s up to that standard.

He would be more worried if you weren’t clinging to him like a koala bear and keeping him in light conversation.

You introduced Eddie to a few of your industry friends, and one or two of them even remembered Eddie from the films he’d done with you, which, Eddie doesn’t know why, but his head grew three times bigger in size from that. And for the most part, you keep to Eddie’s side, pointing out different people from across the room and telling him the lore behind them and whatnot as you share a plate of snacks.

And you love grapes, apparently, because Eddie’s had to get up and refill on them about three times now. “Do you want more?” Eddie asks when he realizes you’re almost done. You glance at him with a small smile as you nod, “I’ll get it this time, though. I want to try some of the cheese.”

So, Eddie nods and keeps an eye on you until the crowd obstructs his view. He busies himself with watching the room, tries to see if he can pick out anyone from any pornos he’s watched before he realizes that’s fucking weird and cringes at himself for being a perv. He finishes his glass of champagne, which Eddie isn’t a champagne guy, but it was either that or whiskey, and Eddie would rather not get shitfaced tonight.

And what’s taking you so long? You’ve been gone for a while now, and Eddie had first thought you maybe made a quick stop at the restrooms, but it’s been more than enough time, and he misses you (as fucking sappy as that is), so he gets up and makes his way to the food bar.

He’s got his empty flute in one hand and the other in his pocket, brown eyes softly scanning the room as he walks. And then he spots you, near the food where you said you’d be, with some guy talking to you, but something isn’t right. 

Eddie’s spent enough time with you now to be able to tell when you’re feeling uneasy just by the way you anxiously drag your nail against the length of your thumb, the way your eyes dart around, or the tense pull of your shoulders.

Your gaze lands on Eddie, and your eyes soften, and Eddie doesn’t even have to think twice before he walks over.

The man's back is facing Eddie, so he doesn’t see the curly-headed boy until he steps around and slinks an arm around your waist, pulling you close with a soft smile, “Been looking for you, sweets.” He presses a kiss to your forehead as you sink into him.

“Mm, just catching up with..a friend.” 

Eddie doesn’t miss the pause. He looks over to the man you’d been talking to, and you take a breath, “Eddie, this is Chris, a coworker.” You introduce the man. And Eddie remembers that name; he thinks he remembers seeing it on the script of the last film you and Eddie did together— the one where you’d asked Eddie to take over because the other guy was an asshole.

Chris reaches out a hand, “Chris. You must be a good friend of hers?”

Eddie doesn’t like that. Doesn’t like that he doesn’t refer to you by your name, or the smug grin on his face, or the sly tone in his voice when he says it. 

And Eddie doesn’t know why he does it, okay. He doesn’t know why the words fly out of his mouth or why he didn’t, like, think it through, but suddenly, Eddie’s introducing himself as your boyfriend. Which, Eddie is not your boyfriend. And you’re not his girlfriend.

Eddie would love to be your boyfriend, and he’d love for you to be his girlfriend, but— but you’re not. So, Eddie doesn’t know why he does it, but he does, and god, it’s comedic how the guy's face falls. Eddie can feel your gaze on him, and he panics a little because what if Eddie just crossed the line big time?

Chris’s gaze flickers to you, and his brows raise as you look at him, “So, I take it this is why you’re only doing solo content now?”

Which, fucking gross. That’s definitely none of this meathead guy's business! So what if you’re making solo content only? And why does he know, and why does he care? God, this guy’s a creep.

But also… why are you only doing solo content? Eddie can’t help but wonder. Did something happen? Was it this asshole's fault? Eddie will kill him if he has anything to do with it. You and Eddie have become so close; you tell each other everything about everything, so why didn’t you tell him about this? It’s not a big deal or whatever, but—

“Does it matter?” Shit, Eddie didn’t mean to say that out loud.

You’re both looking at Eddie in shock, and Eddie just blinks and waits for an answer.

You take in a deep breath, arm squeezing around Eddie’s as you answer— since this guy can’t take a fucking hint, “Yeah, actually, it is. Just didn’t feel right.” You shrug.

The guy nods, pursing his lips together, “Fair enough. Well, if that ever changes, you know where to find me.” He winks before turning around and leaving. Eddie cringes, and he almost steps forward to say something, to tell him to fuck off somewhere, but your grip tightens around his arms, and Eddie understands that you just want the conversation to be over.

Eddie’s quickly turning his attention to you, though, when you press yourself into his side, “Thank you.” You sweetly say.

Eddie nods, a warm hand reaching up to squeeze your hand that's resting over his bicep, “Don’t sweat it, princess. That guy’s a douche.” And you huff, nodding your head, “Yeah. You definitely scared him, though. It was pretty hot.”

Eddie tries not to let that get to his head. 

He fails.

The rest of the night goes well with fewer dickhead run-ins and more grapes, and Eddie is more than Elated when you say it’s time to go.

The ride home is pleasant, and you’ve been extra cuddly all night, so Eddie’s heart is practically the size of Texas when you bring his hand into your lap and slink your fingers together. You’re spending the night, so Eddie’s kind of excited to get in bed and snuggle until you both pass out— but then Eddie’s thrown in for a loop when you both get under his covers.

Banshee is busy in her bakery down at the foot of the bed, kneading little biscuits in preparation for her sleep, and you’re fresh-faced and wrapped in one of Eddie’s shirts when you look over at him with a teasing look, “So,” you start, “You’re my boyfriend.”

Eddie blinks at you, wishing the bed would just let him sink in and become one with the mattress. “Oh god,” He groans, pressing his hands to his face, “I’m sorry, it just came out! That guy was being a dick, and it was the first thing that I thought of, and— god, I’m sorry.” He drags his hands over his face and shoots you an empathetic look. “You can totally, like, kick me in the nuts.”

And Eddie kind of braces himself for you to chew him out or something; tell him he’s a weirdo, and he’ll never in a million years get to call himself your boyfriend because you’re way out of his league. But then you giggle. 

And it’s not the teasing ‘get a load of this loser’ giggle— no, it’s your sweet, kind, and adoring giggle.

“No, no. I was… I was wondering when you would ask, actually.”

Eddie’s never turned his head so fast. He thinks he imagined you saying it, like, maybe he drank too much champagne even though he literally only had less than two full glasses the entire night. “Huh? I– w-what do you mean?” Eddie gapes. “Like… like, ask you to be my girlfriend?”

And you’re so cute as you shyly nod, glancing at Eddie with this expectant gaze.

“Shit, well uh, I-I wanted to ask you in like a bigger way. Like flowers and shit because I… well, I really like you, and it’s what you deserve and—”

You cut Eddie off with a laugh and scoot closer to him, and if Eddie’s heart beats any faster, he might die. “Eddie,” You lowly and softly say, holding his gaze. Eddie nods, eyes darting down to your lips as he holds his breath. “Will you be my boyfriend?”

Shit, Eddie’s never said yes so quickly in his life.

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a/n: HELLOOO! if you have made it to the end of this awfully long baby i am so thankful and appreciative of you, these two are my babies so I hope you enjoyed them as much as I've enjoyed my time with them <3 as always, thank u for reading and being here, i love and appreciate any feedback, ILYSM MWAH <3

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cutie teeny taglist: @vol2eddie @paleidiot @hideoutside

[livwritesstuff]

‘tis my birthday today (it’s gotta be one of the worst birthdays to have, we don’t need to talk about it) anyways that’s where this is coming from

(also i’m not trying to imply that jan 1 is eddie’s bday. i wouldn’t wish that on anybody. besides, he is def a weirdo february aquarius)

The second half of the calendar year is nothing short of pandemonium for Eddie and Steve and their three daughters.

Moe’s birthday in late July kicks it off, almost immediately followed by Steve’s birthday in early August, then Hazel’s in September. Robbie’s birthday comes mere days after Halloween, and from there they dive headfirst into the bedlam of the holiday season.

Much to Eddie's relief, they all made it to yet another New Year's Day, and while the girls are definitely feeling the end-of-winter-break blues, Eddie welcomes the reprieve in festivities, brief as it may be.

His own birthday is up next – though not for another month.

He’s really not a birthday kind of guy. Never had been.

He loves making birthdays exciting for Steve and their daughters (they have a whole slew of traditions and everything – there’s names spelled out in pancakes involved; it's a very big deal), but his own…not so much.

It managed to fly under the radar for the past few years, but since this year is the big Five-Oh, he knows Steve won’t let him get away with that again.

Eddie has a complicated relationship with his birthday. When he was younger and the weight of Birthday Importance was at its peak, he never really celebrated the way other kids got to, and now, as an adult, he doesn’t know how to feel the things you’re supposed to feel about your birthday. 

Steve does a good job, despite Eddie’s weirdness. 

His favorite, Eddie thinks, was the year Moe was born, when Steve had managed to catch him off guard by renting a tiny cottage up in Maine for a few days.

“Moe or no Moe,” Steve had asked, “I’ve got Rob and Nance on standby.”

(They’d taken Moe. She saw snow for the first time. It was amazing, and people who don't want to involve their kids in stuff are a bunch of fucking weirdos).

Steve gives him a letter every year – handwritten on notebook paper and folded into whatever cheesy card he picks out.

Eddie keeps most of the letters in a fireproof lockbox along with all their passports and social security cards and birth certificates (look – Eddie doesn’t fuck around with priceless shit), but he keeps the most recent one – the one Steve gave him for his forty-ninth birthday nearly a year ago – in the top drawer of his bedside table.

He has it pretty much memorized at this point.

It says:

Ed! (with an exclamation point and everything – god, does Eddie love him)

49.

Holy shit we’re getting old.

Writing this is making me think about all the ones from the beginning, when I’d write about our future together even though we didn’t have a damn clue what we were working towards for a while.

I think we’re in it, man. Crazy, right?

(The ink color suddenly switches from blue to purple)

Sorry for the color change. Hazy decided she needed a blue pen immediately. Hope your vision hasn’t gone totally to shit and you can still read the purple.

Anyways, since I have you hostage reading this, I’m gonna take the opportunity to discuss you, because you don’t let me in real life most of the time.

You are gorgeous. Best looking face I’ve ever seen. I wonder how much time I’ve lost off my day just staring at you (actually, not a loss. I take that back)

You suck at puzzles – I know that sounds bad, but it’s great for me. I need that to rub off on Moe because she’s getting pretty good and that’s gonna be a problem for me.

You make me laugh so fucking hard every day. I’m praying the girls get your sense of “elevated” humor or whatever you like to call it

You’re so fucking smart, Eddie. I count myself lucky for it endlessly

You are completely 100% you all the time. I’m still working on that I think but I’m getting there because of you. I’m glad all that shit we went through didn’t take that away from you.

the BEST dad. Can’t believe I didn’t say that sooner. Not to brag but our kids are turning out pretty awesome (can’t go around saying that too much though it’ll go right to their heads and then any power we have left goes out the window)

You’re probably the best person I’ve ever known. Don’t think I’ll be forgetting what a catch you are any time soon, because I won't.

Thank you for loving me even all these years later. My life is better every day that I’m with you.

We’ll keep things quiet this year. Don’t get used to it though. Next year’s gonna be a rager.

Love you always!

- Steve :) ♡ ☆

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

if you would all allow me to be delusional for a moment - so i went back to staring Very Hard at the neighborhood map and. um. well. im chucking my marbles out the window! as always take all of this with a Hefty grain of salt!

i thought i saw a weird pixel in Frank's window so i zoomed in. then i took a screenshot, and fucked with the contrast/brightness settings. and uhhhhhh

UHHHHHH

FRANK??? HELLO???? HE'S IN THERE? i'm pretty sure im Not seeing things bc that is definitely a vague gray tube-outline with a yellow spot in the shape of Frank's nose. hidden in the dark. and i might be seeing things but in the pane next to his face it kinda looks like his hand is on the window? but! Frank's in there! what the fuck!

so naturally i slowly scrolled through the neighborhood Zoomed The Fuck In. obvi there's nothing in Home's eyes, and Barnaby's & Sally's single visible windows(?) are closed. I couldn't find any out-of-place pixels in Julie's or Poppy's.

but! Eddie's kinda freaked me out a little! look at this shit!

on the top left pane... are those fingerprints pressing into the glass? and in the lower left, is that a fucking Face peering out? a creepy ass face that almost looks like some sort of mask? there seems to be another Shape in the upper right... another face perhaps?

and then there's the weird window shine in the lower right (along with maybe Another face...). it almost looks like a string of letters. there isn't a single pattern/design like that anywhere else in the neighborhood. what's up with that....

oh and also, just went back to double check the post office's display window

there seems to be another face - all the way to the right in the darkness. judging by the shape of the paler (yellowish?) pixels between what must be eyes, i think that's Eddie. and i think i see ears and a hat... not sure though. this one is really tough to see but it's There

(side note: Eddie is totally fucked, isn't he? between the faces(?) and hands behind his door, Home sitting in his display, and the hyacinths by his building, the emphasis on his memory (or lack-thereof) in a project that is, in a sense, About memory... i'm concerned! and eating it tf up! hell yeah lets get funky!)

now i couldn't see any, like, concrete Faces or anything in Howdy's store. but! you can kinda see inside! observe~

in the big open window, you can kinda make out some sort of container on a counter and what might be shelves or a kind of brick pattern. and then above the 100% sign... hold on are those fuckign Eyes? lets take a look zoomed in & without the image adjustments!

yeah those uh. i think those are eyes. Wally-esque eyes peering out of the darkness. though they also mildly remind me of eyespots on insect wings. butterfly eyespots, perhaps. inch resting indeed...

WAIT I LIED!!! there DOES seem to be another string of letter-like symbols in the neighborhood, not just the post office's window shine. now it could be just a wild coincidence, but at the same time it seems kind of... purposeful. like that's not normal shading/coloring.

check out the blue window border on Howdy's Place, next to the apples. the lighter blue pixels seem Arranged. i think i see a clear N, and either an R or a P... along with some other symbols that i don't recognize as anything. the lower ones look kinda like faces? what could the top one be? is any of it anything or am i looking too hard?

in short: they're watching us watch them and there's way more to the map than initially meets the eye....

(edit: i've added a reblog w/ the images outlined! badly outlined but a clearer View of what i see nonetheless! + some notes on more little things outlining helped me notice)

[milf-harrington]

[image description: a digital drawing designed to look like a polaroid, showing steve harrington and eddie munson.

Steve is sitting back against a wall wearing a yellow sweater and black framed glasses, he's looking at something out-of-frame and has a lit cigarette between his lips.

Eddie is presumably laying in his lap, only his head and part of his arm visible, an acoustic guitar over his chest. a majority of the guitar is out of frame, with only the top of the body and the neck actually in the photo. Eddie is looking up at Steve with a smile.

the polaroid's caption reads: "eddie attempts to serenade steve, gets distracted in the process. '87'." in capital letters.

/.end id]

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i started this last week but didn't get a chance to finish it until tonight, i''m not 100% sure how the colours are gonna turn out bc my computer is being weird but: here ya go steddie nation

[aerkame]

Hi, I hope you're having a wonderful day!!!! How would Wally and the others in your Alive AU react if Reader had a coworker or friend that was romantically interested in them? Would they just get really clingy or even aggressive, especially considering they're confined inside the house?

I am! I went skating for a long while outside and got a Starscream model kit to put together later. :) (Short fic takes place in the Alive AU)

Jealous! Everyone x reader

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It started with flowers. One day out of the blue you had came home with a huge bouquet of beautiful roses. Julie was the first to ask where you got them, they were just so pretty! You told them it was from a coworker at the public library, he was really polite and gave you these roses as a gift...you were blind to say the least, not seeing it as a romantic gesture. But the romantic gift did not go unnoticed by your colorful guests.

Poppy told you she was already preparing dinner for tonight which was a relief honestly, you felt exhausted. Two pairs of arms pulled you close for a hug, recognizing them as Julie and Sally, the two hyper sunshines of your life. "Hey there host, we reeeeaaallly wanna show you something!" Julie was practically jumping with joy while Sally let go to grab something, coming back with a stereo to play music on. The two put on a dance that almost resulted in a vase being broken, but Barnaby's soft paws were there to catch it just in time.

"How about we all dance together?" Barnaby gave you a warm smile, he always knew how to warm your heart. Holding out his paw you took hold of it, joining in the dance with the three goofballs.

During dinner, Poppy came up to you with a delicious looking small cake and placed it right in front of you. "I made you some dessert deary, eat up!" You looked down confused "But what about the others?" However, when you looked back at the table everyone had already gone to do their own activities (or so you assumed) and Poppy just sat there smiling. Soon after that awkward dinner Eddie cornered you in the hallway one arm leaning on the wall and the other holding a neatly folded letter with red hearts all over it. "Here you are sweets, Frank and I wrote this just for you." You firmly grasped the paper and unfolded it. It was a beautifully written poem about you. "Wow, thank you Eddie I don't know what to say, this is very well written! I love it." Eddie gave you a small kiss on the head like he always did and the tip of a hat before walking downstairs whistling a small tune.

Later that night Howdy came by the bathroom as soon as you got out of the shower to gift you with the shiniest apple you've ever laid eyes on. You questioned where he got it from but Howdy only responded with "It's a secret! Just know that it's 100% off for you!" You couldn't say no to that goofy grin of his, plus he was just so happy to give it to you! You took it from him with a warm smile on your face... Also because his giant body was blocking you from leaving.

Once you finally managed to get by the giant caterpillar with your new gift you went to your room to settle down and sleep, rolling around a bit in the sheets until you got comfortable enough and closed your tired eyes.

Not even a minute after closing your eyes you felt the bed dip beside yourself and a long arm snaked over your torso. Only one person you know does that. "Wally, what are you doing?"

"I'm just cuddling my dearest host to sleep is all.~" You peeked open an eye after hearing that. He always did this when he wanted something out of it. "What do you want?"

"Nothing at all! You're the most I could ever ask for...buuut since you brought it up, you might as well do me a teeny tiny favor." You rolled in bed, turning yourself towards his chest, you were too cozy to care about the intimacy. "Hmh?" You hummed in acknowledgment.

"Stop talking to Derrek."

You sat up immediately. Not once did you tell anyone who it was that you've been talking to. "How did you-" a finger shushed you. "I know about him, and I want you to stay away. Can you do that for me darling?" He smiled coyly, but really it felt like he was threatening you. "No...Wally I can't just ghost someone like that. Besides we're just friends." The arm around you tightened as you squirmed to get out of your own bed. "Oh I know, but I would really love it if you two would quit talking. I don't think he's right for you."

Your eyes narrowed at him, for once the cocky bastard didn't look so cocky. "Wally...are you jealous? Is that what all of this is about? The gifts, the dancing, the constant cuddle sessions from you and everyone else here?" You watched his body go rigid and his face scrunch up into what was almost a frown. Wow, he's actually kind of frowning for once. That was rare.

"Wally, we're not a thing. Derrek and I are just friends and I don't intend to ever date him. I'm glad you and the others really care about me this much but you really shouldn't worry about my safety." You spoke more softly, finally understanding where he was coming from. The iron grip on your waist didn't falter though and you felt yourself suddenly being forced into a bear hug.

Julie swatted Barnaby's long tie out of her face so she could lean in closer to the door to listen. Everyone else did their best not to make any noise as they listened in.

"Look, if it makes you feel any better I'll just tell him we're nothing more than friends and to keep it at that, but I can't just cut people out of my life like that...alright?"

An audible groan left everyone's mouth hearing that, startling you and Wally both. Silly host, how can you be so blind to love?

Looks like the dear reader doesn't understand just how much everyone loves them yet! Personally I don't think any of them would be the type to hurt you or others EXCEPT for Wally. I think they would probably just try to shower you with their love to make you like them more...however, if you are straying too far from them they may need to find a way to make you a permanent resident at the house, just not at your house. They've got a nice place just for you back Home.

[queenimmadolla]

If penny made things for eddie, reader and wayne for christmas, what would she make for them?

Eddie gets a necklace. It’s one of those beaded ones, pretty colors Penny selected. She’s much too little to make them on her own—they’re still a choking hazard for her so you help her make it for him, and while you initially wanted to correct her spelling, you figured it’d mean more to Eddie if it was authentically Penny. So he sports the colorful beaded necklace that says ‘Ded’ and flaunts it around like it was the most expensive and precious of all his jewelry.

You get a scrapbook, which Eddie helped her with. It’s filled with pictures Penny took (so they’re definitely not good) with disposable cameras Eddie would give her. The pictures pertain to you and your family, with some very up close and personal photos of Penny’s face which she took by accident. There’s blurred pictures of you walking past her, a picture of you on the phone, but smiling for her since she’d demanded it, a picture of Eddie grinning at her from the sink where he’d been shaving his face, another photo of you at the stove preparing dinner, a picture of her baby brother face down on his little mat during tummy time, a blurred picture of you and Eddie exchanging a kiss, a close up of her baby brother Wayne’s alarmed face, a close up of her grandpa Wayne’s alarmed face (she does not respect boundaries), Uncle Dustin looking annoyed in the time out chair, Uncle Lucas giving the camera a grin and shaka 🤙🏿 during a Hellfire session, Eddie in full DM mode during said Hellfire session, and more plus plenty photos of you napping.

It’s very touching to see the world from her perspective 🥹

Grandpa Wayne (i dont know if you meant grandpa Wayne or Wayne jr) gets a World’s Greatest Grandpa mug and another bracelet, though Penny couldn’t spell Grandpa and once again you thought it would be more cherished if it were 100% Penny so you bite your tongue when the only letter she puts amongst the beads is a ‘U’ and heart.

And she just ‘gifts’ Baby Wayne one of the pacifiers she stole from him earlier on in preparation for Christmas.

[localgremlinboy]

I have been sitting on these for a long time because I wanted to have some more varied stuff but I haven't had time to write anything! So here's what I've got! Honestly these are some of my favorites

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- Whenever he's kicked out of an area or event, Oswald proceeds to start shoving anything not taped down into his pockets. He doesn't need the stuff, he just likes to be petty and ruin it for everyone else

- Bane has done a series of infomercials for various products & services that only air on late night product channels. Alfred is the only batfamily member who knows, he was doing laundry late one night and nearly lost it

- Mr Freeze writes restaurants/companies when they wrong him. Like nice formal letters, signing them and everything

- The Joker has an imdb page. Actually a lot of the villains do but like the Joker has one he updates with fun facts. Who says they're accurate but they sure are fun

- Riddler freaking hates puppets. Their soulless eyes say it all. He refuses to or "work" with puppets. That being said, Scarecrow has chased him around with Scarface once or twice "for science"

- Scarecrow has and still does write letters of recommendation for his ex students. He freaking still has Gotham University letterhead paper and everything. Honestly some of his students have gotten the job from his letter alone (maybe it's out of fear but like it's still a win), and they 100% send Jonathan thank you gifts in Arkham. He's got one of those dorky teacher scrapbooks where he keeps the thank you letters. One of his students even crocheted him a little plush scarecrow. It's like, they don't love his crimes but you know that was ol kooky professor Crane for ya

- Harvey kind of has a soft spot for sitcoms, he used to watch them with his mom growing up. One of their favorites, ironically, was night court

- Bane has a famous chili recipe and he makes one batch a year. It's fucking delicious! He makes an edition with meat and a vegetarian version too. Of course consults Ivy for home grown excellent quality vegetables and she gets first dibs in return

- the Joker has not one but TWO released albums. One is essentially a mash up of all the serenades he's made Batman listen to over the years and the other one is called "The Holidays with the Joker: Christmas selects edition"

- Scarecrow's car is a mess. He's got a work truck of course but his main car is like a wood panel sedan that he's been driving since he was a professor and refuses to get a new one. It's a fucking mess, he has like clothes, papers, garbage all over the place. He still has term papers he forgot to grade under the seats. Riddler HATES his car, with a passion

- Riddler has gone through the pain and suffering to teach all the rogues how to use discord, he had once hoped it would make their crimes more efficient. They have a group chat but it's mostly suffering on his end as all chaos ensues

- Scarecrow owns a Halloween train village he has set up in one of his lairs. It plays instrumental versions of Halloween songs as it goes around the track

- Joker will push open cups off of tables because he can. He's got the chaotic energy of a cat awake at 3 am

- Riddler and Scarecrow's friendship starts like super formal and co worker like but after like a year and a half, evolves into a weird symbiosis. Jonathan points at random ass objects or books and goes "you" when he's with Edward. Eddie has a habit of fixing or picking debris of Jonathan, usually when they're crimeing. Also one time, they were both startled so bad by Batman that Scarecrow jumped into riddler's arms like Scooby & shaggy, except they both held onto each other for a second before toppling over. Robin then unmasked them like scooby doo

- Harley & Ivy are frequent Panera customers and often get pick up orders there under "codenames" given by Harley. All the workers know who "Plantmamma" and "the quinnanator" are but like they tip great and everyone should get to enjoy soup

- Bane has one CD in his car, it's a 2010 greatest hits CD that someone accidentally left in there. Who you ask? He has no idea

- Harley has a getaway playlist preloaded in her phone for car chases

- Riddler and Scarecrow watch reality tv/game shows together. They binged all of survivor and the amazing race in a year. It was a joke at first but they both got really into the shows. They have both applied to be on amazing race together and unfortunately haven't been called back

- Joker still uses cassettes (and vinyls probably) except he mixes them himself and labels them all stupid titles like "Birthday bash #9", "Baty's mix", "what's the deal with airplane food?", "etc". But he also has a tape recorder and makes notes to himself and labels those ones too, so he gets his personal notes mixed up with his music jams all the time. He goes to put on some epic clown music and instead it's a twenty minute recording he made of himself eating fruit loops

[redhedwitch]

HOH/Deaf Steve Thoughts

from a HOH person, AKA I’m projecting my own experiences into my faves

Steve’s hearing aids are yellow/gold-ish, Eddie grows quite fond of the color and starts wearing gold earrings to match.

Eddie and Robin both sign 100% of the time, even when Steve is wearing his hearing aids, they always sign for him even while they’re talking.

Eddie loves embarrassing Steve in front of people who don’t know ASL—signing sappy and/or overly perverse things to Steve across the room just to see him get flustered and flushed.

Steve calls Eddie “Song” in sign, though he has made a few good jokes signing the letters ED.

Dustin asks Eddie to teach him, in secret, to surprise Steve. The first thing Dustin signs to Steve is “really, pea brain?” - Steve was only impressed for all of 3 seconds. Dustin needed a translation of Steve’s exaggerated reply.

Eddie signs like a maniac while driving Steve around because he is unable to ever shut up about anything. Steve gets very grumpy about it, as if he doesn’t do the same exact thing. Robin frequently yells at them both. They don’t listen.

Steve relies a lot on touch and chases vibrations like they’re a drug. He keeps his hand on Eddie’s chest when they cuddle, on Eddie’s amp when he’s playing guitar, on the door (speaker) in the car while the radio is on, even on his headphones while he’s using them. He loves to feel the sounds he can’t hear.

Steve hadn’t heard cymbals in a very long time, he’d forgotten they even existed. But he was promptly reminded of them at a Corroded Coffin concert. “That’s so loud!” He beamed, absolutely ecstatic about hearing the chime. Eddie laughed, and his drummer showed Steve all the different noises a drum set could make. Turns out, they can make a lot, most of which, Steve’s never heard.

Eddie always sleeps closest to the door, on the off chance someone knocks or god forbid worse, he’ll hear it and be able to wake Steve, then respond.

When Steve gets low about how bad his hearing is, Eddie practically goes into aftercare mode. He lets Steve feel what he needs to feel, encourages him to feel it, but makes sure he’s okay while doing so. Lots of cuddles and snacks, and sitting in silence, learning to accept it.

[worldfullofash]

Eddie Munson as your boyfriend

Just look at this silly little guy^

Being his S/O definitely wouldn’t be boring

He will wake you up at 2am to get some burgers cause he’s hungry

You are often at his band rehearsals. Gareth, Jeff and the other guy (who deserves a damn name!!!!) like you because Eddie goes easy on them when you are around

^^ This also applies to dnd campaigns

Eddie WILL be offended when you dislike/never read The Lord of the Rings. It would be his only mission in life to make you fully experience the beautiful masterpieces of Tolkien (Can you tell i love Lotr??)

He will keep making Lotr references till the day he dies (uhm- well.. nvm). But if you refer to it??? He gets weak in the knees. This man is whipped for you

Random staring contests

Eddie would try his best for you. He wants you to feel more than happy in this relationship.

He would read those magazines with shitty relationship advise. So he can be the ‘perfect bf.’ Deep down he knows that not every person loves the same stuff but he wants to impress you

He saves his money to buy you that one thing you really wanted

This guy is a hopeless romantic at heart

Imagine him trying to be romantic by making you breakfast, but getting distracted by some bird outside the window and messing up. You wake up to a guilty looking Eddie with two plates of burned pancakes in his hands

I do think Eddie can cook. He learned because his father never bothered to cook for him after his mother died and Wayne is not always home for dinner. He’s not some culinary chef, but he knows the basics. He just gets distracted easily ^

If you draw something on his arm, don’t be surprised when he gets it tattooed the next day. “Your art should be eternal, babe” would be his response if you question his sanity-

Eddie loves to talk about the things he’s passionate about. His thoughts race through his mind so fast his mouth can't keep up.

If you ask him about his dnd campaign?? You better be ready for hours of rambling (only if he’s 100% comfortable with you. He doesn’t want you to judge him..)

Cause he can feel a little insecure sometimes. He wants reassurance but is too scared to ask for it. Of course you are always there to tell him he’s enough

Eddie isn’t always good with expressing his feelings. He was never taught how to. Because of this you have had quite a few arguments. So to prevent this; he writes letters for you to read. This way he can take his time processing his emotions. The letters contain his messy handwriting only you can read and many crossed out words

[luciusgerard]

More incorrect Steddie because, once again, I am bored (all prompts from this website):

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Steve: I like your new pants.

Eddie: Thanks, they were 50% off.

Steve: I'd like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Eddie: The store can't just give away clothes for free.

Steve: That's...that's not—

Eddie: That's a terrible way to run a business, Steve.

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Eddie: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Steve: Wow. They sound stupid.

Eddie: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Steve: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Eddie: I guess you’re right. Hey Steve, I love you.

Steve: See? Just say that!

Eddie: Holy fucking shit.

Steve: If that flies over their head then, sorry Eddie, but they're too dumb for you.

Eddie: Steve.

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Steve: Bro—

Eddie: Wait, no no, hold up, rewind—my tongue was down your throat a second ago and you're calling me "bro"?

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Steve: Valentine's Day is a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than driving people insane buying heart-shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos—

Eddie: I wrote you a poem.

Steve, already crying: You did?

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Eddie: That was so hot, Steve.

Steve: I literally just called the person who flirted with you a degenerate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Eddie: I am so in love with you.

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Eddie: There are twenty letters in the alphabet, right?

Steve: Nope, there's twenty-six.

Eddie: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Steve: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Eddie: You'll get the D later.

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Eddie: I'm in love with you.

Steve: We called off the prank war at midnight last night, dork.

Eddie: Yeah, I know.

Steve: Oh. Okay. Um...cool. Neat. Very cool.

****

Steve: Ugh, crushes are so dumb.

Eddie: I know. Whenever I'm near a person I like, I just start acting stupid.

Steve: But...you're always acting stupid?

Eddie: ...yeah, don't think about that too hard.

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Steve: I still have no idea how I'm attracted to you.

Eddie: Yeah, well, you're stuck with me. No takebacks.

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Steve, throwing his head onto Eddie's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Eddie, gently stroking Steve's hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

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Eddie: You have to apologize to her, Steve.

Steve: Fine! But just know that this might make me a better, nicer person, and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

****

Eddie: As top in this relationship, I think we should—

Steve: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

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Eddie: Are we fighting or flirting?

Steve: I have you pinned to the wall with my hand around your neck.

Eddie: Your point?

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Steve: Hey, Eddie, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

Eddie: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Steve: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

Eddie: Can't really say I have.

Steve: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

Eddie: Sorry, Steve. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. Three boys and three girls. Six perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

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Steve: Go fuck yourself.

Eddie: Sure, but only if you watch.

[steddieas-shegoes]

no idea if ur still doing asks or not but I saw you on ao3 and was intrigued. anyway, steve with a protective older sister. there aren’t enough relationships like this so if you end up writing this prompt, have fun and thank you for reading this :]

Thank you for sending one in! I’m not currently taking longer requests like I’ve posted on ao3. I had them open for about two weeks in early may and had about 100 requests so I’m still working through all of them. I’m doing short headcanon requests as I have time for them while I’m on vacation so I’m gonna do that but I do hope someone sees this and maybe writes something long for it!

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Olivia was ten years older than Steve, so she kind of hated him when they were kids.

He was an accident, a big one according to his own parents.

But when she turned 16, her independence made her realize that she had limited time left before she left for college, and she wanted to bond with him.

They did everything together.

She took him shopping, on long drives, to the pool.

He was the happiest he’d ever been between the ages of six and eight.

When she left, she stayed in touch the best she could. She sent letters, called, visited him for his birthday and Christmas every year, which was more than his parents did once he turned 12.

She was the first person he came out to, despite what Robin believes. She was the first person he told about anything, really.

Especially Eddie.

They decided to keep their relationship to themselves for a while, but after telling Eddie about Olivia, he agreed he could tell her. It’s not like she’d tell anyone else anyway.

Olivia was ecstatic for him, but said she would need to plan a visit to “meet him, get to know him, have a chat.”

Steve wasn’t stupid, he knew what that chat would be.

Less than a month later, she was home, and Eddie was a nervous wreck.

Anyone who knew him well could see that he wasn’t himself; Quiet, shy, still.

“So. You’re dating my brother.”

“Yes I am.”

“And it’s getting serious?”

“It’s been pretty serious for a while. At least for me.”

“You’d marry him if you could?”

Steve started to interrupt, they’d only been together for a couple months, they’d only just said they loved each other a week ago.

“In a heartbeat.”

Steve’s mouth dropped open as he looked at Eddie.

“What?”

Olivia had a smug smile.

Oh, she was clever. Always had been.

“She asked and I’m telling her the truth.”

“You’d marry me?”

“Of course I would. I love you.”

“Yeah but-“

“Steve. Shut up,” Olivia laughed. “Let yourself be loved.”

“Yeah, let yourself be loved, Stevie.”

“Oh no. You two are gonna team up on me now, aren’t you?”

“Oh yeah. Unless he hurts you. Then they’ll never find his body.”

Eddie and Steve believed that.

[canonicallyobserving911]

WIP Wednesday

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON FanFic: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 27 will be posted soon.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Currently 26 chapters completed: 1M Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 27 because at the end of Chapter 26, while Buck was sleeping, he made a sound that Eddie hadn't heard before. He immediately sat up in bed and called Eddie's name but he was in a daze and to Eddie, he appeared to be still dreaming but since his eyes were open, he started talking to him to get his attention.

They spent the majority of the day before in the hospital after Buck collapsed in Eddie's arms and suffered a bradycardia event of epic proportions. He was unconscious and unresponsive after he received a package that was delivered to the firehouse while they were in Europe. Once he opened it and read the letter, he reached the part where it stated someone died and it reminded him of his own death and it triggered the event.

He had an MRI, EKG and an ultrasound to confirm what prompted the two events. After the results were returned, Dr. Salazar discharged him with a Holter monitor that he has to wear for 48-hours so she can check to make sure his heart hasn't suffered any long-term effects from the lightning strike. Currently, they're home alone since Chris is still at a sleepover.

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 27 of Eddie trying to console his husband after he woke up in a state of sheer horrifying terror.

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The sounds escaping Buck’s lips through his cries are filled with pain and suffering and Eddie recognizes it because he remembers it’s how he sounded when he started destroying every piece of furniture in his bedroom with a baseball bat almost two years ago.

“I love you.”  Eddie admits.  Then he starts speaking Italian.  “Ti amo, amore mio.”  [“I love you, my love.”]

“ED—DIE?  PLEASE DON’T—DON’T LET GO!  OK?”

“NEVER AMORE MIO!  I’LL NEVER LET GO OF YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE MY HEART, YOU’RE MY SOUL, YOU’RE MY EVERY—THING!”

As he continues holding on to his husband, he comforts him as they cry about the fact that Buck died last year.  He tries to compose himself several times but the weight and the magnitude of seeing Buck hanging from the aerial is a picture he can’t get out of his mind.  He reminds himself that they both can’t lose it because one of them needs to be coherent just in case Buck becomes unresponsive again like he did while they were at the hospital yesterday.

Even through their brokenness, he keeps talking to his husband.

“You’re alive my love.”

“You’re in the present with me and it’s January 3, 2024.”

“It’s been almost ten months since that night but you’re here with me and I’ll never let you go.”

“We’re going to die on the same day at the same time in 50 or 60 years from now.”

Buck’s cries are getting louder as he continues to feel every ounce of grief he’s been avoiding since last year.  And when his Holter monitor starts beeping, Eddie knows that sound means one of two things, either Buck’s heart is beating too fast or too slow.  Neither option is good because they’re both detrimental and they can both lead to Buck’s death if they aren’t resolved quickly.  If it’s beating too slowly again, he’s experiencing another bradycardia event and if it drops below 30 bpm, his heart could stop beating and that will lead to him dying.  If his heart is beating too fast, then he’s experiencing a tachycardia event which means he could have a heart attack if it’s not lowered to a level of 100 bpm.

In a soft and calm but stern voice, he calls, “Evan, my love! Can you hear me?”

He’s still crying but he nods his head while it’s lying on top of Eddie’s shoulder.

With the alarm still blaring, he says, “Amore mio, I need you to you to listen to me.  We have to get you calm so your heart rate will stabilize.”

Buck’s trying, he really is but he still feels that tug at the back of his head trying to take him under but he’s fighting to stay alert so he can remain responsive and conscious.

“Shh... my love.  I need you to listen to me and I also need you to breathe with me too.  Can you still hear me?”

He opens his mouth and he tries to speak but it takes several seconds for him to inhale enough air into his lungs so can respond.

Eddie doesn’t let go he just keeps holding onto him with their chests pressed together.

Is Buck going to suffer another bradycardia event? 👀

Or could he suffer from tachycardia this time? 🤷🏽‍♀️

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.

Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.

Chapter 24 - After Buck, Eddie and Chris arrive in London, England on December 24th; the Diazes immediately start preparing to spend their first family Christmas together. During their stay, each of them will hear a few choice words that will be the life raft to get them home to complete their searches to be seen and to be found.

Chapter 25 - After spending more than two weeks in Europe, Eddie, Buck and Chris are back in Los Angeles and they’re getting ready to attend Maddie and Chimney’s New Year’s Eve party. During the event, they have plans to make two surprise announcements but the question is, who’s really going to be surprised, the Diaz family or their found family at the 118?

Chapter 26 - Buck and Eddie are once again faced with their greatest fear of losing each other but this time it could be permanent and if it is, then they won’t be able to spend the rest of their lives together.

Chapter 27 - Will be posted soon.

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[julesclues]

100 Things I Love About You

Warnings: mentions of violence

Word count: 5.98k

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x f!reader

A/n: pretend the movie “When Harry Met Sally” came out in ‘86 instead of ‘89; not proof read :0

Summary: Eddie writes you a letter that contains 100 things that he loves about you / reasons why he loves you. Best friends to lovers. (Inspo from 10 Things I Hate About You but reversed kinda).

You and Eddie had been friends since freshman year. You were the same age, and had graduated when he was supposed to. However, that didn’t stop you from hanging out with him and the rest of the boys.

And that definitely didn’t stop him from falling in love with you.

When your 20th birthday came along, you had a small party containing the boys from Hellfire, as well as Steve and Robin. Sitting in the living room, you started to open gifts. “Okay! Now for Eddie’s,” you say with excitement, and go to grab the envelope. He grabs your wrist though, making you, and everyone else, tilt their head in confusion. “If it’s okay,” he says with uncertainty, “can you open this after the party? It’s kinda personal.” He scratches the back of his neck in nervousness, but you smile and shove the envelope in your back pocket. “Of course Eddie. Okay, let’s get to Dustin’s then!”

A couple hours later, it had reached midnight. It was no longer your birthday. Which everyone then took as an excuse to leave. It was getting late anyways, so you understood why they wanted to get home as fast as they could. Besides, you were anxious to open Eddie’s letter and read what was so important that you couldn’t read in front of anyone else.

At your house, it had just been you and Eddie now as it hit 1am. Your parents were on vacation, so you two had the house to yourself. Making your way to your room, Eddie quickly followed behind. “So,” you exclaim all giggly. “What’s with this mysterious letter, Munson?” Eddie chuckles nervously behind you, making you kind of worry as you sit on your bed with a bounce. He closes the door behind you guys, and follows you on the bed. “It’s a surprise, sweetheart.” You still heard the nervousness in his voice, but chose not to comment on it. You thought it would only make him more nervous.

You grab the letter out of your back pocket and open it.

To the lovely Y/n L/n.

You smiled up at Eddie and saw how intensely he was watching you. “What is this, Eds?”

“Just read it, it’s okay. Just promise me that you won’t stop reading until the end?”

“I promise.” And with that, you unfold the letter. There were two pages that were stapled together, with writing on the front and the back. So with that, you began to read it.

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Y/n. Sweetheart. Happy 20th birthday. I’m sorry I couldn’t buy you anything, you know how broke I am. So instead, I came up with this stupid idea. You once told me how you wished someone would list things they loved about you after we watched When Harry Met Sally. So, of course, I took that as a challenge. Here are 100 things I love about you.

Your laugh. I love the way you throw your head back and close your eyes when I say something that’s just mildly funny. Your laugh is my favorite sound.

Your eyes. I particularly love when we hang out at night and I see the moon reflect in them. They shine so bright to the point where I can easily get lost in them if I stare too long.

Your kindness. I am obsessed with the cookies you always bake for Hellfire. The little designs you make are definitely not perfect but I wouldn’t trade them for the world. I know the boys wouldn’t either. I also love how you didn’t run away from me when we first met, even though you knew I was am the town freak.

Your style. Sure, you don’t dress like me (which is obviously the perfect style), but your outfits always make my day. Especially when you’re wearing a Hellfire shirt? I’m so glad I gave you one, sweetheart.

Your curiosity. I love when you always ask me about how to play dnd and no matter what, you always tend to ask questions. I also love how curious you are about how to play my guitar. You suck at it, but I still love to hear you play.

Your intelligence. You always find ways to inform me about things without making me feel stupid or small. Not only do I love teaching you things, but I love when you teach me.

Your hair. It looks absolutely perfect in my opinion. The way you wear it everyday makes me want to compliment you all the time. Every time I see someone with hair remotely the same as yours, I always think of you.

Your honesty. Even when I don’t want you to be honest, you are. And I thank you for that. I’m glad you don’t let me go out of the house looking like a slob, and you’ll tell me straight up if I have something between my teeth.

Your energy. You’re always so bright and energetic. Even if I’m having an off day, it never lasts long because you always find a way to get me bubbly, just like you.

Your ability to calm me down. You know how Jason is always pissing me the fuck off. But for some reason, you are the only one who can calm me down. Whenever you put your hands on my shoulders or cup my face and tell me to just breathe, I do exactly that. You’re my calm.

Your beauty. I’ve never met anyone who is, in the slightest degree, as beautiful as you. Of course I’ve seen other girls with your color hair and eyes, but none of them, and I mean none, can even compare to you. Your beauty deserves to be shared with the entire world, but for now, I’m glad I have the good fortune of being one of the few people who can really take you in.

Your reliability. Whenever we need a sub for Hellfire, boom, you’re there, even though you don’t really know how to play. Whenever I need help in math or english, boom, you’re there to tutor me even if you’re not doing so well yourself. I can rely on you to be there for me in a flash, and have never doubted you for a second.

Your voice. It’s music to my ears, sweetheart. Sometimes you retell stories but I don’t care because I’d hear you speak till the end of time. I love when you tell stories to the boys and you change your voice sometimes depending on who you’re imitating. When you’re imitating me, I love it the most. It makes me chuckle.

You care about my happiness. Whenever I’m having a bad day, you always find a way to cheer me up. “I want you to be happy, Eds.” No one has ever really cared about how I feel besides Uncle Wayne. Thank you, Y/n.

Your nicknames for me. I love how you call me Eds, pretty boy, Eddie the Banished, and dungeon master. The way they roll off your tongue makes my heart so full.

Your creativity. Though you don’t know a lot about dnd, I still admire how you help me create campaigns for our Hellfire meetings. You come up with so many ideas (I perfect them though) and they’re things that I would never even think of half the time.

Your humor. You always find ways to crack a joke, even if they’re the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. And yet, I always laugh. I don’t know why, I just do. Well actually, I think I laugh at them to see your smile. Yeah.. that’s it.

Your smile. You can light up a whole city with that damn thing, Y/n L/n. Your smile is more beautiful than my guitar. Hell, you’re more beautiful than my guitar.

Your drive to keep going. You never tend to give up, no matter how much that seems like the only option. This is especially true during class and when we’re studying together. “I’m almost done, Eds. Just let me answer one more question,” you’ll say. And I love it.

Your sense of adventure. You always want to go somewhere with me, whether you’ve been there or not. I’ll never forget the time we went to Lover’s Lake and you just jumped in the water. It was like March, the water was insanely cold. Yet, you were still laughing and giggling with those blue lips of yours. It took hours to warm you up, but I loved hugging you to do so.

Your hugs. Feeling your body close against mine is a feeling I’ll never forget. You instantly calm me down when you hug me, and I love to hold you whenever you want me to. Ask me for a hug L/n, and a hug is what you shall receive. No questions asked.

You let me see you cry. I know being vulnerable is pretty difficult for you, so I’m glad you feel comfortable enough around me to cry. I’m proud of you, sweetheart. I’m sorry I don’t tell you more often.

You let me cry. Being vulnerable for me is difficult too. My whole life, I was told crying isn’t for boys, and that if I want to be a man, crying is the last thing I’m supposed to do. But when you hold me while I cry into your shoulder, I feel okay. Like everything bad in my life is instantly gone. Because of you.

You accept me. I’m not accepted by like, anyone, besides the boys in Hellfire. But you never once judged me and looked past my reputation as the town freak. I’ll forever be grateful for that. For you.

Your protective nature. I love how you protect me and the boys. From Jason, from jocks, from danger in general. I remember when Jason once pushed me to the ground and you punched him right in the nose. I’ve never once seen you that mad. I swear, there was smoke coming out of those pretty little ears.

Your gentle side. You’re always so gentle and relaxing with me. I love how whenever you see me clench my fist in anger, you whisper to me to calm down and smile at me. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get mad (besides punching Jason, of course).

Your touches. The way you twist the rings on my fingers when you’re nervous or the way your hand rests on my thigh subconsciously, makes me swoon. I love it and I never want it to stop. Don’t ever stop.

Your love for children. The way you take care of the freshman just proves you have a good heart. You protect them as much as you protect me and never treat them differently. “Dustin, I promise, I believe Suzie is real. Screw everyone else,” I remember you once said. I still don’t believe she’s real, but okay.

Your loyalty. I’ll never forget when I first met you and didn’t really know you that well. Jason and his little posse came up to you while you were sitting with us at lunch, asking if you could “ditch us” and “sit with them instead.” You just laughed and told him to fuck off, saying you were with us and didn’t plan on leaving. It was right then and there that I knew. Knew what, you may be asking yourself? Just wait until the end of this letter, okay? Trust me.

The way you trust me. I remember when we were in the Upside Down and you admitted you were scared. I held you and whispered to you to trust me, that everything was going to be okay. Then, I felt your heart beat instantly slow down.

The way I trust you. I trust you when you say you won’t leave me. Which is rare, because everyone who has ever said that to me, has (spoiler alert) left me. But not you. You’re different, Y/n. In such a good way.

The fact that I feel safe with you. In the Upside Down, I was shitting bricks, obviously. But I felt better that you were by my side. Sure, I was, of course, scared for your safety. But at the same time, I don’t think I would’ve made it out without you.

Your music taste. Even though I hate to admit it, Abba isn’t so bad. Please don’t ever tell anyone I said that. Whenever I hear pop music, now I can’t help but think of you.

The way you dance. You dance as if no one is watching and it’s the cutest thing ever in my eyes. The way you bounce around to Tears for Fears, Queen, and The Smiths, makes me smile so hard that I just have to join you.

Your willingness to listen to me. I think you’re the only one in the world who actually wants to listen to me speak. You take in what I say and offer your own insight, which I love. It’s never mean or critical. You only say things that’ll help me or improve whatever I’m speaking to you about.

How you always say what’s on your mind, even if it’s not relevant to the conversation. I love whenever we are sitting in my trailer in silence, and you’ll say the most random shit. “If olive oil is made of olives, what is baby oil made of?” I remember you once saying. Then I replied, “Y/n, it’s fucking 3am.” I love the way your mind works, sweetheart.

The way you get along with Uncle Wayne. He absolutely loves you. I think he might love you more than he loves me, honestly. But I love how you connect with him and how you’re able to get him talking about random things. He’s introverted for the most part but with you? He’s a whole different person.

The way you care for animals. I remember once during sophomore year we were just strolling through the woods near school, and you saw an injured bird. Almost immediately, you got down to its level and picked it up. “Eddie, we have to take it to the vet!” You said. So, of course, we drove down there. The vet said you saved its life. I think that’s when I first realized how you don’t just have a pretty face, but you also have a pretty heart.

Your love of trying new things. You always find new things to do or try, which I absolutely love. You have a different hobby almost every week, as well as a new favorite food almost every day.

The way you tilt your head when you’re confused about something. God, you’re so cute when you do that. It makes me want to confuse you a bit more just so you keep that expression. Sorry, is that weird to say? I really hope not.

The way you won’t eat crust on bread. You always say how it’s just “extra bread” and you could feed it to the birds instead. You’ve actually got me taking off the crust of my sandwiches now. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until Uncle Wayne pointed it out one day.

Your optimism. You’re always so excited about the future, it makes me so happy. It makes me excited and actually motivated to graduate. I especially love how you always include me in the future with you. “It’s gonna be so good, Eds! Just me and you, and Wayne of course. You’re gonna graduate this year, I know it. It’s your year!”

The way you look at me. Whenever we’re speaking, you always look me in the eyes. It makes me want to speak more, just so I can have your full attention. It might just be wishful thinking, but sometimes I think you look at me the same way I look at you.

The way you sleep. Okay, I’m aware that sentence sounds very creepy, but hear me out. You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping, like a whole goddamn angel. Whenever you rest your head in my lap after a long day or on my shoulder, I always freeze. I get scared that if I move, you’ll move too and I’ll be cold without you sleeping on me.

The way you say my name. When I was younger, I hated my name. Even “Eddie” I didn’t like. I just felt like it didn’t fit me. But the second I heard that name fall out of your mouth, I realized I wouldn’t change it for the world. I have the most amazing fucking name ever.

Your weird love for Cabbage Patch Kids. I personally find those little shits so creepy. But every time I see one of them, I can’t help but think of you. “But they’re so cute, Eddie!” You always say. Sorry sweetheart, but you will not convince me to ever buy one of those. Nope.

Your inability to solve a Rubik’s cube. I think it’s so cute how you twist and turn the cube but just can’t do it. It’s so funny when you get a little frustrated. “Y/n, we’re gonna be late for school,” I say (even though I hate school). “Wait! I think I’ve done it!” You didn’t do it.

The way you take care of me when I’m sick. Remember that time I had like, 103 degree fever and was insanely contagious but you still stayed with me? Made me soup and checked my temperature every hour to make sure I was okay, put an ice pack on my head to cool the fever? I felt so loved. I’m still so shocked you didn’t get sick too.

The fact that you like my hair in a bun. I always used my hair as a way to cover my face, more so my side profile, but after you said you loved my hair up, I always find an excuse to put it in a bun. I have to admit, you’ve got me liking it now.

The fact that when we are having a fight, you call it a disagreement instead because you say a “fight sounds too mean” and “it’s us against the problem, not us against each other.”

The way you always make sure I’m fed. One morning I remember I had stayed over night by accident and we were running late for school. You asked me how many leftover slices of pizza I wanted for lunch. I said just one. You said okay. But when I opened my lunch box that day, I don’t think I had ever smiled wider. There were two slices, wrapped nicely in tin foil.

The way you healed my loneliness. Every time we’re hanging out together, I realized that I never want our time to end. I find myself driving slower just to hit red lights more often, just so I can sit in the car longer with you. I love how you make me want to not be alone.

Your advice. You always find the right words to say, at exactly the right time. Especially when it has to do with something with Jason. “Eddie, if you hit him back then people are going to assume you started the fight. You need to pick and choose your battles.” From now on, I only hit him if he insults you.

The way you reassure me. I don’t think I’ve ever believed anyone when they’ve told me words of encouragement or affirmation. But with you? I believe every word. “You’re nothing like your father, do you understand me? Nothing, Eddie Munson.” I don’t think I ever thanked you for saying that. Thank you, Y/n.

Your singing voice. I’m gonna be 100% honest with you sweetheart, you suck at singing. Karaoke? No, not for you. But.. I love it. The way you get so happy and giddy while singing off tune and a little ahead because you’re so excited? I can’t help but laugh in admiration.

Your silliness. I love how you always indulge in my stupid fantasy stories, even if you don’t understand them half the time. You always find ways to make silly voices and dance around and pretend with me. I love it.

The fact that you always ask for my opinion. I remember when everyone was trying to decide what to do for my birthday and you shut everyone up, turned to me, and smiled. “What do you wanna do, Eds?” Best birthday ever.

You remember little details about me. I remember once how we were at that diner on Crane Street, and I ordered a milkshake. When it came, it had whipped cream on it. “Excuse me,” you said to the waitress. “He doesn’t like whipped cream.” I remember smiling so hard because of the fact that you didn’t forget.

The way you make me say “I promise” when you’re unsure about something. “I have a bad feeling,” you once said. “I get those,” I replied. “They go away if you wait long enough.” I remember you smiling at me and tilting your head. “Promise?” I promised like 10 times. I love seeing your face light up when I say that I promise.

The way you trace my tattoos with your finger tips. I now tend to find excuses to wear short sleeves, just so you can touch my tattoos. It gives me goosebumps when you trace them, but I love it. It’s another way that you can calm me down.

The way you support me and my band. You’ve come to ever gig we’ve ever had. You always smile so widely and stand up to clap after we sing. I’m so happy you’re our number one fan. I think that deserves some free merch, huh?

The fact that you defend me. I remember meeting your parents for the first time in sophomore year, and they instantly hated me. But no matter how much they tried to convince you I was a bad person, you kept defending me. I’ll never forget that.

Your scent. Damn, I could’ve worded that differently, huh? I just mean I love the perfume you use. Every single time I smell it, whether it’s in the store or on Robin or something, I always think of you. You need to tell me the name of that so I can buy it for you as a gift.

How you use my words and phrases. I love whenever I hear you say “oh my ozzy,” instead of “oh my god.” It legit makes me swoon that you’ve picked up on my vocabulary and incorporated it into yours.

The fact that you always want to go whenever I am. I remember once Steve and Robin invited you to go roller skating with them. You turned to me and asked if I was going. When I said no, you turned to them and apologized, saying you weren’t going to go either. I’m glad you love to hang out with me.

The fact that you always take pictures of me. I usually hate photos that include me. But whenever you turn your Polaroid camera to me and tell me to smile, I can’t help but do exactly that. I remember once you told me to smile and I started to tickle you, and the picture came out all shaky but you had the brightest smile planted on your face. Still my favorite picture to this day.

Your stubbornness. When we were at Lover’s Lake and both Robin and Nancy jumped after Steve, I remember you were about to as well. I begged you not to, but you just held my face in your hands and said, “Eddie, either you follow me into the water, or you stay here. But I’m going. You can’t stop me.” And you jumped in. So obviously, I jumped in right after you. I couldn’t let you go alone. I hate that you’re so stubborn but love it at the same time.

Your clumsiness. I think it’s almost everyday where you tell me you have a mysterious bruise on your body. “Where’d you get that bruise from?” I’ll ask. You always just shrug. “No clue!” How the fuck do you not know? You’re so cute.

Your cleanliness. I love how well you clean up both yourself and your environment. Your room is always so organized whenever I come over (very opposite to me), and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you once look dirty (except our time in the Upside Down, but that doesn’t count).

When you worry about me. You didn’t leave my side once during my 3 week stay at the hospital, and I thank you for that. I remember Steve telling me how when I was in that coma for a couple days, you didn’t eat or sleep or drink. I also (briefly) remember when I was in your lap in the Upside Down. You were crying for me, and I’m so sorry I worried you the way I did.

Your hands. I hope that’s also not weird to say, but I love the way they look. Especially when you’re wearing one of my rings too? It makes me weak in the knees, sweetheart.

Your soul. I feel like the universe specifically handmade you and placed you in my path. I truly believe you saved my life, and there’s no one else I’d rather have done so. Thank you.

The way you have to sleep with a nightlight on. I think it’s adorable how you need some sort of light in the room before you can sleep. Now I make sure that whenever you’re over, I have a light for you. I want you to feel safe.

Your confidence. I love how you stand up for yourself when it comes to Jason. I remember once he told you about how you were ugly and I was ready to beat his face in. But you just laughed, and gave him the finger. “Seems like you’re projecting your own feelings there, Carver. Leave me the fuck alone.” I remember smirking and flipping him off as well. I loved seeing how shocked he was.

Your patience. I’m so grateful how patient you are with me. The way you understand if I get frustrated, or if I need space. I remember once I yelled at you, and it broke my heart almost instantly. I regretted it immediately. But you just smiled at me, and pulled me into a hug. “It’s okay Eddie, I know you’re just stressed. Just relax. It’s okay.” I don’t know what I’d do without you, sweetheart.

Your late night talks with me. I love how you always tend to just talk to me about your day, even if nothing spectacular happened. Then you’ll ask me about my day, and I love it. It makes me happy when we just sit and talk.

The fact that we have “a song.” I would’ve never thought our song would be There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths, but it is. I mean, The Smiths?! You’ve got a metal head liking The Smiths. Then again, I really do think the lyric “to die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die” is the perfect way to describe how I feel about you.

The way you get excited if an expiration date is your birthday. I remember once you went to make some soup, and you saw how the can had the same date as your birthday. You ran into my room, jumping up and down. “I need to save this can! My birthday’s on it!”

The fact that you write me little notes. I love how whenever you sleep over but have to leave early, you leave me a note with something along the lines of “sorry Eds! I had to leave early, but I’ll definitely see you tonight for movie night. Don’t miss me too much. <3”

The fact that you want to sit and watch movies with me. Normally people don’t feel the need to hang out with me for longer than 2 hours, at most. But you spend hours on end with me, just watching movies and getting all excited, scared, etc. Horror movies are my favorite to watch with you because of how you snuggle against my side in fear.

The way we cuddle. I love holding you when you sleep over at night. It makes me feel so safe knowing that you’re protected in my arms. I also love how we cuddle when watching those movies. It feels so natural to me, and I can only hope you feel the same.

You communicate with me. You never ignore me if you’re upset with me or make me wonder what I did wrong. You’ll tell me straight up and talk to me about it. I truly believe our communication skills are the best I have with another person.

You give me little gifts. All the gifts you give me are so thoughtful, it makes me feel so loved. I remember when you made me a whole mix tape of my favorite songs. You even added some of your favorites in there too (and I know I said I hate pop music, but it’s actually grown on me).

Your strength. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as strong as you. I realized that especially after our experience in the Upside Down. You’re strong both physically and mentally. I wish you didn’t go through what you did, but I’m glad you were by my side during it all.

The way you drive. God, you suck at driving. But it’s always so funny when I’m in the car with you. “Y/n, slow down!” I say while laughing. You laugh along with me, and then you go too slow. I don’t know how the hell you have your license. You do look pretty in the driver’s seat though. Prettier in the passenger’s.

You care about my problems. Whether they’re small or big, you always listen to when I rant or vent. “Your problems are my problems, Eds. I’m with you. It’s me and you.”

The fact that you always find ways to scare me. I remember once I heard a knock at my trailer, answered it, and no one was there. But when I turned around, there you were. I screamed so loud and you were laughing so much, tears were rolling down your face. You looked so pretty with that smile of yours.

The fact that you always forgive me. I remember once I turned around too quickly and knocked all your fruit punch on your favorite white shirt. “Oh no! Y/n, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, I swear.” You just smiled at me and grabbed a napkin. “Hey, it is what it is Eddie! I forgive you.”

The fact that you cook for me and Uncle Wayne. “One Y/n Special, coming right up!” I remember Wayne looking at me with suspicious eyes, curious about what this meal would be. I definitely didn’t expect it to be eggs and bacon. But oh my ozzy, was it good.

The fact that when you’re nervous about something, you hold my hand. I remember once we were in class during junior year, and we had to dissect a frog. I saw you bouncing your leg in nervousness, and you instantly grabbed my hand under the table. We didn’t say anything to each other, but I knew this meant you were nervous. I didn’t mind it though.

Your love for the sky. Whether it be the clouds or the stars, you always find ways to look up in admiration. “Look at that cloud, Eddie! That’s definitely a dog, tell me I’m wrong.” We should go stargazing one day, sweetheart.

The way we have a height difference. I love how you look up at me and smile so lovingly. I don’t know what it is, but whenever I look down at you when you’re not looking, it makes my heart flutter. You look beautiful at any angle.

The way you furrow your eyebrows when you’re concentrating. I love how when you’re really into something, your eyebrows will kind of twitch ever so slightly. It’s adorable.

The fact that we can sit in comfortable silence. I love how whenever we’re at my trailer or your room and we have nothing to do, we just sit in silence. You’ll be reading a book or I’ll be coming up with ideas for my campaign. And I love it. I love just being in your presence.

The fact that whenever we are driving and you see flowers on the side of the road, you have to stop and grab them. Even if they’re on the brink of dying, you still stop and pick them. It’s cute. Now you’ve got me picking flowers on the side of the road, wanting to build a whole bouquet for you. But they keep dying before I can give them to you. Sorry about that, sweetheart.

The way you talk to your friends about me. I remember in sophomore year, you were good friends with Chrissy. I overheard her asking about me, and I heard the smile in your voice. “He’s such a good guy, Chrissy! He’s funny and smart and I love how he plays dnd.” It made me smile so hard when I heard how you spoke about me.

Your name. I love your name, it fits you so well. I love saying it, I love the nicknames for it, I love that it belongs to you. Your name is my favorite name (besides mine, obviously).

Your heart. I think you have the most beautiful heart in the entire world, and I wish the world would experience just how amazing you truly are. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world for being able to know you, Y/n.

The way you make me feel. You’re my favorite feeling. You make me feel stupid for ever believing that I couldn’t be loved the way I am. You’ve healed me, sweetheart.

You. I’m falling in love with you. Hell, I think I already have fallen in love with you. I love you, Y/n L/n. And I always will. It will always be you. Loving you makes me feel alive. I love to love you, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop.

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By now, the pages were stained with your tears as you read each sensitive word Eddie wrote down for you. You look up at him and see tears threatening to spill out of his eyes in nervousness. He was waiting for you to say something, anything. However, all you could do is drop the papers in your hands and pull him into a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he instantly hugs you back.

“Eddie,” you whisper, and feel the goosebumps erupt on his neck. You pull away and smile widely at him. “I needed you to know,” he whispers back. “Even if you don’t feel the same way, I just needed you to know. I.. I love you.” You smile widely and bite your bottom lip in excitement.

“I love you too, are you kidding me? I’ve loved you since I met you, Eds.” You see his eyes widen in surprise, and he scoots closer to you. “You mean it?” You laugh and hit his arm lightly. “Oh my ozzy Eds, are you for real? Even if I didn’t, this letter would have made me fall in love with you on the spot. This is the nicest and most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He smiles at you and puts his hand under your chin. “Does this mean I get to kiss you, sweetheart?” You laugh and lean in. “You can kiss me whenever you’d like, Eddie.”

And, of course, he does exactly that.

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Dating Mike Wheeler Headcanons

This boy, he owns my heart

Idk about y'all but I know shit about him

He loves holding your hands and hugging you and wrapping his arms around your waist

You're his whole world

He looks at you like you hung the sun, moon, and stars

He never attempts to turn this look off, either

Mike knows it affects you

If someone asks a question about you, he's always the first person to answer

And it's either a nonchalant answer or an oh-my-gosh-you're-talking-about-my-girl/boyfriend-I'm-a-puppy-now answer

"Does anybody know what Y/n wants to dr--"

"TheywantaCoke! No, not a new Coke, an old Coke! What's wrong with you, Lucas?!"

or

"What's Y/n's favorite candy?"

"Reece's Pieces, probably."

He doesn't mind you wearing his shirts unless it's his Hellfire shirt

He loves cuddling with you in his bed, buried under his blankets and curled around you, gently stroking you hair and having a quiet conversation

Holly totally loves you

You babysit her sometimes for Mrs. Wheeler

Mike will also invite himself over to your house

Just like, climb through your window at 2am because he "needed cuddles, Y/n, now let me under the blankets!"

He's not very good at being quiet, especially when it's 2am

He'll Steve Harrington Ninja® and knock over the stack of school books in your window seat

"Shit, Mike, you scared me!"

"Sorry! I had to come and see you!"

"Why?"

"Because I love youuuuu"

Mike will press his face into your stomach and do the thing that makes babies giggle nonstop

Will 100% keep you all to himself

Unless you get forceful with him, he won't let you go

You're an honarary member of the Hellfire Club, too

Eddie only lets you in because Mike won't stop talking about you if he doesn't

So you'll sit on Mike's lap and fall asleep with your face in the crook of his neck

Being bffs with Will/Max

And missing plans with them because Mike just wants cuddles and kisses, dammit!

He proudly tells everyone, EVERYONE, that you're dating

"See them over there? Yeah, that's my girl/boyfriend. I love them so much."

Will call random girls number's from school to see how they react to him calling

"Don't you have a girl/boyfriend?" - 60%

"Gross, don't call me again!" - 25%

"How about we just don't tell your girl/boyfriend?" -5%

"*hysterical laughing before hanging up*" - 10%

Yeah, he knows he's handsome

So do about thirty other girls in your grade

Because he's got a book of letters from secret admirers

If you ever found it (and you have before), you'll make him either eat every letter or burn the book

Keep in mind that he loves you and won't ever do anything to hurt you <3