#eddie is stubborn

[myslooni]

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[jackabbot]

9-1-1 • S5E14 “I think I'm dying.” “You're always dying.”

[knife-dad]

Here are my garden residents that are named after Queen's Thief characters! The tall one is Irene, followed by Sophos in the middle, and lastly Eugenides II on the right.

I love them very much <3

[psychotic-nonsense]

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"Eddie...?"

"I'm sorry. No. Not quite."

"The hell does that mean-" Steve doesn't get to finish. His body reacts on its own again, wanting to surge and face the evil head on. All it does is strain everything in him again, makes him hiss in pain and struggle to remain upright.

The hand that he didn't even realize left returns, and the other holds a wet cloth. It dabs at his forehead, lukewarm and comforting. Everything is as cold as the Upside Down, these days.

"Not important. It really is best that you stay in place." That tone is monotone again, the brief moment of clarity gone. It's back, the... thing using Eddie's voice, his body, his face like an amateur puppeteer. How brutally ironic. "You must heal."

Steve, ever stubborn, bats the hand above him away. It's just a limp wave in his state, but the thing backs off. The hand behind him remains though, surrendering to help Steve find his way up. It's tough, considering how swollen one hand feels and the lingering phantom pains that Steve's body endured but Eddie's did not, but Steve gets himself into a sitting position.

"'Not important,' my ass." Probably not the best threat when Steve hacks up a lung immediately after. The thing doesn't respond, and when Steve faces it again, it's face is painfully blank. Wide, yellow glowing eyes stare at him, a bare hint of white at its center, so utterly familiar yet simultaneously foreign.

"If you're not Eddie, then what are you?" Steve spits, full of emotion compared to the husk beside him. He brings his left hand up to his chest, rubbing softly along the wrist with his other and wincing at the feeling.

The thing takes in a breath, eyes flitting off to the side briefly before returning. Still with that infuriating lack of emotion. "You are not in a good state to have this conversation."

It reaches for Steve's hands with the rag, and he pulls them out of reach. Too quickly, as well, his jaw instinctively clenching with the motion, resulting in an even more embarrassing groan of pain. "You don't know that," Steve forces out.

"I do."

"How so?"

"You are injured, weak. And this is a complicated matter."

"You just don't want to tell me."

"Because it will be too hard for you to hear."

Damn, it's got him there. As much as Steve wants to know, he's not sure he could bear the answer. Everything rubs so raw, everything having happened in such quick succession to him, and he feels like a live wire.

It reaches for his hands again, now frozen on his lap. Steve doesn't fight it, lets it carefully take his hands in its own. "Rest, let yourself calm." The thing says. "Then I will tell you."

Steve, begrudgingly, welcomes the still damp rag it wraps around his swollen hand. Doesn't do more than flinch when it's warm hands begin carefully massaging his through the cloth, thumbs circling around the wrist in a barely there pressure Steve feels in pulsing waves.

He takes the time to study the thing beside him. Human, definitely, an exact replica of Eddie at its core. Same clothes, same hair, all the same from the last time Steve saw Eddie alive. Except this thing glows like a faint light bulb, the light seeming to come from its entire being rather than one place. Steve already knows it's eyes, wide and unfeeling, pure gold but for a pale shape at the center.

Then there's the scars. When Steve last saw Eddie's body, there was a huge gash along it's left cheek, deep and bloody. Now the mark remains, but it glows the same damn bright gold as everything else. No blood, no tears, and this thing seems to have no problem talking with it. He wonders what that means for the wounds that took Eddie.

A slightly stronger pressure is applied to his wrists, and Steve groans again. The hands stop, let him breathe through the pain. Sprained, at best, and the doctors lingering around Hawkins have more to deal with than one possibly broken bone.

They've been sitting in silence for who knows how long now, the rag in their shared hands already cooling. The massage and quiet have done their job for Steve's brain, allowing him to come down from the panic. He's still pretty raw, but he no longer feels so in danger.

"Can I ask you something else then?" he asks carefully, voice raspy and soft.

The thing doesn't respond right away, and doesn't look up when it answers. "Yes."

"Where'd you get hot water from?"

It almost seems to relax at the question, as if it was expecting a different one. It still hasn't moved, still cradling Steve's hand. "Your bags had water and matches. This place had pots, and we are in the woods."

Fair enough, Steve supposes. "Why bother? Water is water."

"It is cold, and you are weak. We assumed the heat would help."

There it goes with the 'we' thing. It referred to itself that way earlier too. But Steve knows he should be wary with what he asks, so he ignores it for now, in place of something far more important.

"Is Robin okay?" His voice cracks a little there. Neither of them talk much louder than a whisper, but Steve still glances over at his best friend. She remains asleep, unmoving in every place but the one that matters.

"You both have similar injuries. You have woken, so she will too. She will be okay."

Steve sighs, put more at ease by that than he thought he'd be. Yet the response only creates more questions. He gently pulls his hand away, turning back to face the thing beside him. It does the same. Confusion to blankness.

"How'd you find us?" Steve asks slowly.

It blinks in response, pausing. "I found you in the Other woods." It says 'other' like it's a title. "I don't know what happened to you."

"Why did you bring us here?"

"It was empty. Close to the Gates."

Steve's coming up on the point of no return. He can feel it. He doesn't ask the more obvious, important question, but he can't stop himself from toeing that invisible line. "Why take us in at all?"

The thing finally shows its first sign of emotion in a while, eyebrows furrowing just slightly. Guilty again. "This is your home. You weren't safe there."

They stare at each other for a while after that. Steve holds back every impossible question he has. It watches him, face falling just a tiny bit more, waiting for him to break.

Steve cracks. His voice shakes, fighting to keep himself in control. To stay calm enough so he can finally get answers. "You apologized for bringing us... here earlier. How did you even know about that- about any of this? The boathouse, the medical supplies, how to start a fire. What-" He stops himself before he goes too far.

Its eyes search his expression, flitting between the injuries across his face. Still just the barest hint of guilt in the slight furrow of his eyebrows. Eyes still wide and inhuman. "I was told."

Steve doesn't ask, 'By who?' Doesn't let it come out in the desperate wail it wants to. Because he already knows. So he gives that plea to another question, puts as much emotion into the pathetic whisper that slips past his injured jaw.

And he breaks. "What are you?"

[eddiegettingshot]

google doc titled eddies big meat is fucking beating my ass again forever. and for what. i don't even think anyone is going to read this

[eddiesghxst]

vampire!eddie x vampire hunter!reader except eddie has to be the shittiest vampire you’ve ever come across and he’s clearly a newbie so instead of killing him you… help him.

[antisociallilbrat]

Sometimes I feel like me and all the other It blogs that are still lingering have some kind of running bet of who is going to stick around in this dying fandom the longest. Like we're all trying to outlast each other.

Welcome to the It fandom in 2023, we're the real clowns here.

[sickofthistoxicshit]

I really want Eddie to get hurt this season, like badly hurt.

1. Because that would probably be the only thing that would get Christopher's stubborn ass back to LA. Because let's face, he's being waited hand and foot at his grandparents house, I know that because my parents are different with the grandchildren, and the kids never want to go home at the end of the visit, long or short it doesn't matter.

2. Because that would probably be the only thing that can snap Buck into reality and make him confront his feelings that he's been hiding (canonically since S4).

3. He's totally due tbh, and I want that to happen after Eddie realizes he's attracted to men, if possible, while he's experimenting with one of his old army buddies (specs lol) both fully aware Eddie is inlove with Buck but won't do anything about it because Buck very clearly chose TK 2.0.

But that is just my wishful thinking. Would make a hell of a headcanon, though. 👀

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

So you guys remember this post that I posted the other day? The one where Eddie makes a deal with Steve to read a book for him? Well I kind of have been working on more for that. (Slowly but surely) and I kind of want to post and get an opinion on this scene I wrote for it, I still have to edit it but for the general idea I was just curious to see if I should I keep it in the oneshot

Eddie had told himself that he wasn't going to pay attention to Steve Harrington after their agreement in the library. But he was never good at holding himself to his own word. Ten minutes after he had left Steve by himself in that aisle, he found himself wandering the school hallways. Specifically near the nurses lounge, where he spends possibly five minutes standing outside of in hopes of hearing Steve inside.

When he realizes he wasn't going to actually know if the king was in there without actually walking in there himself he becomes slightly agitated.

An idea pops into his head when he hears the bell ring, signaling the end of the period and the beginning of the next. He scurries to the side of the hallway, where he can catch every face that passes him. Crossing his arms as he leans back a bit, glancing over faces before finding exactly the one he needs.

He nearly tackles Gareth when he sees the familiar flannel vest. Quickly shoving him in the direction of the nurses office, with some struggle. Enough struggle that the book in his hand was nearly smacked away towards the wall to their right.

"What the hell dude!" Gareth's voice squeaks a bit.

Eddie may have accidentally chosen the wrong trooper for this job. With how much he was concentrated on this singular quest he had forgotten Gareth was one to piss off fairly easy. His nose was already scrunching up and he was already starting to smack Eddie's chest as his face began to match the color of his flannel.

"Eddie what the fuck!" Gareth finally gains some control as he quickly turns around and shoves Eddie backwards and into a couple of passing bystanders.

Awkwardly smiling, Eddie wiggles his fingers apologetically towards the group of kids before he's quickly walking back up to Gareth. Realizing he was going to have to come up with a good excuse as to why he had to go into the nurses office and check to see if Steve Harrington was inside.

Making a whoopsie face Eddie quickly leans forward and plops his hands down on the other's shoulders. "Sorry Gare bear didn't mean to startle you but I need your assistance my kind sir." He tilts his head and bit and hopes that his smile could possibly soften the other's anger. Just enough to receive his help.

Gareth grumbles a bit as he angrily lifts his hands up and squeezes his fists dramatically. As if he was reenacting choking Eddie out. As he angrily growls a bit he then smacks the others hands off from him as he glances down at his watch. Making even angrier noises when the bell goes off again, telling both him and Eddie they were late to their next class.

"This better be fucking good Munson." He growls out a bit before crossing his arms around his chest.

Eddie laughs a bit awkwardly, "Well you see- I kind of need you to walk into the nurses room for me and check to see if Steve Harrington is in there." He puts on his best smile again, but this time it wasn't working nearly as well as before.

Gareth's eyes were starting to do that squinty thing, along with his fists digging into his sides. Eddie's pretty sure that the boys left eye twitches a little.

"Did you seriously just nearly tackle me in the fucking hall way just to get me to check and see if his highness was in the nurses office?" Gareth's voice carry's no tone as he talks, which was not a good sign for Eddie.

"Language young Jedi, do you talk to your mother with that mouth?"

"Eddie!"

"Fine, I may or may not have done that. But it's important, I'll let you do whatever you want with the next character you build." He promises as he brings his hands up. "Scouts honor."

Gareth takes a moment to think before he's grumbling and turning to enter into the nurses office. The bell on the door dings lightly behind him as Eddie carefully starts to pace back and forth down the hallway. Chewing on his nails a bit as he keeps an eye on the door.

Five minutes pass before the door opens again with Gareth holding a hall pass. His face was not as red anymore, and he now had a lolly pop in his mouth.

"So?" Eddie asks impatiently.

"No sign of him," Gareth answers before he adds, "now can I go back to class? Or do you want me to go in there and find out how big his feet are from his file next?" He sasses.

"Oh shut up, and get to class you little asswipe." Eddie grumbles a bit. Mood slightly soured as he realizes the Steve didn't listen to him.

A soft "bitch" is sent his way before Gareth is leaving him by the nurses door.

Eddie swings back to the library, just to make sure that he didn't miss Steve in there. When he realizes there was no use in searching he plops himself down at one of the tables that sat in front of the check out area.

Sulking just a little as he checks the time, seeing he barely had twenty minutes of class left. Deciding that there was no point in going he ends up opening the book from earlier and slowly begins to read the first page.

Yeah sorry to be that guy I just need an opinion and I don’t have any beta readers rn. Also I need help deciding a name for this oneshot oh my god

[wikiangela]

inspiration saturday

tagged by @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie 💖

so, no moodboard bc I didn't feel like making one, but there is a new fic idea that's inspired entirely by the fact that I'm sick rn lol

basically sick eddie who refuses to even acknowledge that he's sick bc I feel like he would be like that, and Buck trying to take care of him anyway haha

started writing a bit of dialogue, this is still rough and definitely gonna get changed, just wanted to get it out before I forget, and I don't have the energy to fully start the fic yet lol

I hope I'll end up finishing it bc I always wanna write sick fics when I'm sick but I'm always too tired and forget once I'm better haha

anyway, here's the little bit I wrote

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“Hey, I’m here!” Buck yells as he enters the house. 

“Buck?” Eddie’s confused voice is followed by quick footsteps. “What are you doing here?” he asks, definitely sounding congested, breathing almost wheezing.

“Christopher called. Apparently you wouldn’t get out of bed?”

“I just said five more minutes.” Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, and he’s about to be late.” Buck takes a step closer. “You feeling okay? Chris said you were coughing and sniffling.” he adds carefully, knowing how Eddie can get about being sick.

“What? No, I wasn’t.” he responds, followed by another sniffle. Buck raises an eyebrow. “I’m okay, I just overslept.”

“You’re gonna be difficult about this, aren’t you?” Buck sighs, but he can’t help a fond smile.

“About what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eddie says, offended, folding his arms, an adorable pout on his face. 

“I’m ready!” Chris walks out of his room, and smiles at Buck.

“Okay, let’s go, I’ll buy you some lunch on the way. And you-” he points a finger at Eddie, “get back in bed, I’ll be right back to take care of you.”

“I don’t need-” Eddie’s words are interrupted by a sneeze. “Shit, why is it so cold in here today?” he shivers, rubbing his hands over his arms. 

“Get back in bed.” Buck repeats, opening the door for Christopher, and following him outside. 

When Buck gets back, he finds Eddie asleep on the couch, still sitting up, head tilted at an angle that can’t be comfortable, with an abandoned cup of coffee on the table. It’s gonna be a long day.

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[sloasis]

Does Buck have a canon birthday ? Because whenever I watch / get into a new show and have favorite characters I try my best to see if they have a canon birthday and zodiac sign ( Because I'm into astrology ) but I don't think 9-1-1 ever said or shown Buck's birthday . I personally think he's either a Cancer or Pisces , and seeing Oliver be a real cancer says a lot . I think Buck also has Sagittarius in his chart because I'm pretty sure he's referenced to as ' adventurous ' one time . I also think Bobby and Eddie are Scorpios ( they're just really similiar imo and they butt heads sometimes and have scorpio tendencies like closing themselves off and ignoring emotions ) , Hen is most likely an Aquarius , Chim either a Leo , Gemini or a libra . Maddie might also be a cancer just considering how many times she cries but she could Also be a pisces ( win 4 water signs ) . Athena is a confirmed Pisces pretty sure too because she referenced her own birthday in one episode saying ' MM/03 ( March ) ' but I don't particularly remember that scene . I just like to speculate and think about what their signs could all be .

[when-the-spagheddie-hits-the-fan]

A headcanon that I'm okay with but don't agree with is Bev knowing Richie likes Eddie and/or Eddie likes Richie or [blank] likes [blank] Bev has terrible crush detecting skills, this girl either never finds out until she's an adult or takes forever to figure out that Ben wrote the poem and has feelings for her (and then forgets, and takes even longer to remember again when they all meet up). All Knowing Bev is just so silly to me, she low-key dumb, not the dumbest but all the Losers are dumb about something and have their own blinders too. I wish people would write Bev with any flaws and not make her practically perfect and correct all the time.

[bodyhorrorsa]

hmm an investigative reporter oc who’s super ?? Idk she wants to reveal corruption and shit and really just wants to protect innocent people / people being screwed over so she’s def a threat to very fucked up billionaires and shit :3

[hoperays-song]

Compared to Gunter, Rosita and Johnny, how are the others at dancing?

Thanks for the ask! I hope you enjoy! - <3 Gooseless

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Johnny: Slow learner but decent at the show choreo(after like a month of constant classes). All other dancing? It's painful to watch.

Ryan: A literal dance prodigy who also started formal training at 5 years old. His mother was a Redshore Rockette and he became a principal dancer at age 16. He's a natural.

Nooshy: She is an award winning dancer and has been teaching herself for most of her life. She started training really young and focused primarily on modern and hip hop styles.

Ash: Refuses to dance in front of people. She's not bad or anything, just doesn't trust in her abilities to actually dance when others can see.

Meena: She can dance but doesn't do it often. She is surprisingly good for her only experience coming from school dances.

Porsha: This girl absolutely has taken ballroom dance classes before and is a good dancer. Not great but better than most.

Buster: Surprisingly decent dancer, Buster is much better at dancing than singing but cannot teach it to save his life.

Eddie: He has two left feet and is a hopeless dancer. His grandmother has not given up trying to teach him through, much to his dismay.

Nana: She danced some during her career and is good at those dances (more old fashioned and traditional ones) to this day. She insists on teaching the teens.

Gunter: He is a gifted dancer and has worked in dance studios most of his life. He loves dancing and is really really good at it.

Rosita: Another slow learner but once she's got certain moves she's pretty confident with her abilities and even will try experimenting on her own.

Hobbs: He knows a few select dances very well. Otherwise, he doesn't even try.

Marcus: Johnny got his bad dance genes from his dad because his mother was an amazing dancer. Marcus is terrible and will not attempt it unless his kids really want him to.

Barry: Straight up refuses to dance. He only has like once in his life and while he wasn't mind numbingly terrible he still refuses to do it again.

Stan: He does dance... poorly. He does not seem to notice this fact and dances like an uncle at a family reunion whenever he can. Johnny and Barry refuse to be around him when he does.

Clay: He doesn't really dance but he isn't half bad at it when he does. He is surprisingly good at slow dancing though and helped Mrs. Crawly teach the teens to for charity events.

Mrs. Crawly: She can slow dance pretty well. That's about all the dancing she does however.

[daylightdiaz]

i might have chapter 2 of the boyband au ready for tonight 🫶🏻

[yeah-uh-the-pilot]

Can you believe I can actually get past this conversation in You Might Be the Answer to the Sinner in Me?

CAN YOU BELIEVE EDDIE DIAZ FINALLY COOPERATED??????????????