#eddie will make me feel better

[bunnygirlcentral]

Walking into Eddie’s room sobbing, having driven there after a nasty fight with your mom. he looks up from ghost guitar and opens his arms, knowing there’s only one person who could make you cry like that

“C’mere princess, shh shh, i know. i know baby”

Wiping your tears and shaking his head as you bawl into his chest

“I promise baby girl, one day we’re gonna leave this fuckin’ town. Just us, and we’ll be happy. You’ll be happy. I’ll make damn sure of that. Never wanna see you cry like this again.”

Stroking your hair until you eventually tucker yourself out, stripping you down gently and slipping his Hellfire shirt over your head before getting you some water and an aspirin.

“Alrighty baby, i know you always get headaches after cryin’ so here’s your asprin, and i got you some water too.”

Curling up in his bed and holding you tight, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and before he knows it, you’re fast asleep. The last thing he does before drifting off himself is kissing your brow and whispering a soft

“I love you angel”

[warpedpuppeteer]

Ever think about how Buck ran away from home to look for a family and Eddie ran away from family because it didn't quite feel like home and then they met each other by some kind of fate and Buck found family in Eddie (because Eddie gave him Chris and he loves Buck unconditionally) and Eddie found a home in Buck (because Buck never makes him feel like a failure of a human or a father, helps him without a second thought). Something about how you don't find it son, you make it. And they did. Both of them made this.

[myosotisa]

Eddie walks in on you crying and he is immediately dropping to his knees.

Maybe you'd try to hide it. You don't like to show intense emotion like that, especially not in front of other people. Maybe it's been building for a long time and you just break without warning.

You're sitting at your desk with your face tucked into your shirt, tears streaming, hiccuping gasps, mouth contorted in a silent sob. Willing it to stop, to get back in control, for the sorrow to remove it's claws from your chest and let you breathe again.

Eddie edges the door open with his foot, about to bust in and shower you with affection, but the moment he sees you, hears your small cries, everything stops. He's across the room and to your side in 3 long-legged steps, dropping to his knees with his hands hovering, torn between wanting to grab you and tuck you into him and wanting to respect any space you need.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" His concern just makes you cry harder, hiding further into the neck of your shirt, back bending as you try to curl in on yourself. Eddie's heart breaks, his hands curling into tight fists as he battles his own indecision on what to do. "Baby, please talk to me. Can I hold you? Please."

Despite everything in your brain just wanting to be alone, to suffer in silence, to not show this side of yourself -- your heart wins out. You drop the curtain of cotton hiding your ruddy and wet face from him and reach out like a child. It makes you feel like one. But Eddie doesn't hesitate. He drags you out of your chair and onto the floor with him, tucking as much of yourself into him as he can. Arms wrapped around, thighs under yours, shaggy hair making a new curtain to protect your vulnerability from anyone other than him.

He covers you with warmth and care like a fiberglass blanket over a fracturing fire and it breaks you to pieces. Sorrow for yourself, for how you're feeling, for how hard it is to accept this comfort, for how much it means to you to finally have it now. For how willingly and readily Eddie was prepared to give it.

He holds you as you cry, whispering sweet things into your hairline like, "It's gonna be okay, baby, I've got you. I'm here." Rubs your back in little circles, presses his fingertips tighter when you cry out louder as the waves crash over you. He keeps holding you as your crying starts to die down into little sniffles, as your breathing evens out. He doesn't let go until you start to pull away, and even then it's with reluctance.

The moment he can see your face again he's cupping it in his big palms, eyes searching yours to see if he can find what is hurting you, slay the dragon that made you feel this way. When you just shakily smile, sniffling again, he presses a kiss to each cheek, to each eyelid, to the tip of your runny nose, to the center of your forehead. And then he drags you into his arms again.

[smeddiemunson]

(part 1 here) (part 2 here)

Gareth, in a feat of truly impressive self-restraint, lasted all the way through their band practise before asking.

The four of them packed into Eddie’s van. Gareth had ultimate dibs on the front seat since he’d known Eddie the longest, despite being in different grades. 

“So,” he said, breaking the expectant silence. “Steve Harrington?” 

Eddie groaned and let his head thunk against the steering wheel, not even flinching when the horn sounded. “Please don’t.” 

“Nah, man. It’s all good,” Jeff soothed as he leaned through the gap between the front seats. “We’ve not got a problem with it, but Harrington? Really? Not exactly your type.” 

Eddie laughed humourlessly. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Gareth turned in his seat to share a loaded look with the two sat in the back as Eddie started the van. They were planning to find out the all of it.

“And you guys just don’t have a problem with it?” Eddie asked once they were well on the road to Loch Nora. “I know you don’t exactly have the best memories of him from school.”

Eddie tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in a rhythm that didn’t even match the tape that was playing quietly. He was nervous and Eddie hated being anything other than completely sure of himself. 

“You’re right, we don’t have the best memories of him, but the guy saved your life, Eddie,” Gareth reminded him gently. 

It was the worst phone call he’d ever received in his life. He couldn’t imagine getting another one like it. Wayne on the other end, breathing shakily as he told Gareth that Eddie was in the hospital, that he wasn’t waking up but that he was going to be okay and that he thought Eddie would really like it if his best friends, his brothers, were there when he woke up. 

It had been hard seeing Eddie like that, small, frail and paler than usual, no rings or battle vest, no Eddie. Steve and Wayne had been sat at his bedside, both just staring into the middle distance, when they had filtered into the room. Gareth remembered so vividly the sinking feeling that he felt at the quiet. Eddie hated the quiet, he was never quiet. 

And maybe it had been the wrong thing to do, to interrupt Steve and Wayne in such a way, but Gareth knew Eddie. Wayne, for all he tried, never really understood his nephew and Steve was clearly a new development.

So he started talking. He talked about school, about the assignment he was working on, and he talked about the girl that worked behind the counter of Camelot, and he talked about his mom chewing him out for almost crashing her car. Jeff and Grant, who knew exactly what he was doing, picked up the thread when it sounded like he was running out of steam. 

He just couldn’t stand to let Eddie exist like that.

Gareth owed him that much. Gareth owed him everything.

Eddie who had stood on lunch tables and made himself the centre of attention, the target, when Gareth couldn’t fight off the tears after getting an F on his history midterm. Eddie who got them their first paying gig as Corroded Coffin and pushed them all to take their music seriously. 

He joked about them being his sheep, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. 

“Yeah, man,” Grant doubled down. “We can’t hate him anymore. Without him you wouldn’t be here. And you trust him?” 

“With my life,” Eddie confirmed with conviction. 

“Then that’s good enough for us. It’s all water under the bridge,” Jeff concluded. “Now turn that fucking music up, I don’t want to cry in the back of your shitty van, Ed.”

Eddie cracked the music up with a blubbery laugh and all four of them yelled along with Ozzy for the rest of the drive.

The door to the Harrington house was opened before they even got out of the car. Steve stood there, excitement buzzing around him.

"Ed," Gareth stopped him with a hand on his arm before Eddie could scamper off. "Do they know about you?"

Eddie shook his head. "Only Buckley."

Gareth nodded once and jumped out of the van. He was still too short to climb out normally, and at seventeen, he didn't have much hope for a late growth spurt to help him out with it.

“You been waiting for us all this time, Stevie?” Eddie teased as he slammed his door shut.

Steve laughed, stepping out the door with bare feet on the porch so he could accept Eddie’s hug. He didn’t have a shirt on, pink scars on full display, and short yellow swim shorts on. It was nothing short of a miracle that Eddie still had the brain cells to flirt.

“We could hear you guys coming all the way up the street.” He explained as Eddie let go of him. “Ozzy?”

“Oh for fuck sake,” Jeff muttered from his place at Gareth’s shoulder. “How is Ed not seeing this?”

“He had to do senior year three times, dude.” Grant fired back from Gareth’s other side, but still not loud enough for Eddie or Steve to hear. “Steve could plant one on him right now and he’d still find a way to make it a just friends thing.”

Steve, having finally managed to pull his focus away from Eddie long enough to see his other guests, waved them over. “Come on in guys.”

Gareth made sure to share with Steve what he hoped past for a friendly, macho and athletic half handshake as he passed him to go through the door.

“Thanks again for having us. You really didn’t have to invite us,” Grant said, using the good manners his father taught him.

Steve clapped him on the shoulder. “No way, man. I’ve been trying to get Teddy to bring you guys over for ages. He talks about you all the time.”

“You talk about us, Ed?” Gareth asked with a shit eating grin. 

Eddie pushed at his shoulder, sending Gareth stumbling towards the open french doors. “Yeah and I’ll talk about Tammy Thompson if you don’t shut up.” 

Jeff and Gareth snickered together. They knew all about Gareth’s benadryl induced dream about Tammy Thompson because when he told them he was still half high on the same benadryl.

Gareth huffed but didn’t say anything. He didn’t doubt that Eddie would follow through with his threat if pushed. 

Out in the garden, it seemed that the party was already in full swing. There were scattered cans, Robin and Nancy were giggling together at something, and s portable stereo playing The Cure. 

Steve smiled shyly. “We got started without you.” 

His voice seemed to draw the attention of the other four people. They all stopped in the middle of their conversations. 

“Whoa, dude,” The guy with long hair that Gareth didn’t recognise said to break the silence. “Your cult looks super culty.” 

Gareth froze. Jeff and Grant did too. 

But Eddie, determined to always surprise them, just laughed. “Not a cult, my man.” He kicked his shoes off by the door (surprising how little care he paid them since he sulked for a week straight when Jeff accidentally scuffed them) and started making his way over to the sun loungers. “This the legendary Corroded Coffin. Gareth, Jeff and Grant.” 

He pointed them out each in turn then shucked off his shirt and started working the intricate handcuff clasp of his belt. 

Gareth pretended he didn’t hear the strangled noise that came from Steve’s throat. 

“And guys, this is Argyle. You know everyone else.” 

Gareth waved politely but awkwardly and it was returned by a chorus of ‘hello’s.

Once Eddie had divested himself of his jeans, the black swim shorts he had forced underneath them sitting starkly against his pale skin, he dipped back in his jeans pocket to pull out two perfectly rolled joints.

“I brought party favours!” He waved them in front of Argyle’s face how he would sometimes play with the stray cats that skulked around Forest Hills.

Grant groaned. “Eddie, you know I can’t afford weed right now.” 

Eddie scoffed at him. “These’s ones are on the house, Ad-Grant-age. This is a party after all.” 

Steve, somehow having forced himself out of the trace that Eddie’s torso had put him in, was the first to start moving. “You guys can change inside if you want. There’s bedrooms upstairs or the bathroom just past the kitchen. I’ll get some more drinks. Can we switch this tape?” 

The rambling did nothing to hide the redness of his cheeks. If anything it just brought more attention to them. 

“Your tapes are shit, Steveo,” Robin informed him happily. “But this one is also awful, so yes I will change it just for you.” She ignored Jonathan’s annoyed hey and beckoned Steve to follow her. 

Eddie settled on the sun lounger next to Argyle, already having pulled a lighter from somewhere. 

Gareth took that as his cue to drag Jeff and Grant inside to change. 

Jeff, as soon as they were out of hearing range, asked, “When has Eddie ever given us free weed?” 

Gareth shook his head. “I’ve known about this crush for less than a week and I’m already tired of it. We have to do something to get them together.” 

Grant narrowed his eyes. “You already have a plan, don’t you?”

He pushed them both towards the bathroom. “Get changed, our work starts today.”

(part 4)

[lover-of-mine]

[morganbritton132]

Eddie immediately forgets about his live-stream the moment Steve walks into the house so he can give him a beautifully wrapped gift.

Steve does the whole song and dance of ‘you shouldn’t have’ and ‘that’s so thoughtful’ like Eddie doesn’t know how much this man loves to get presents. Steve tears into the wrapping paper, looks into the box, and his smile immediately drops, “Absolutely not.”

Eddie: Baby

Steve, holding blue shorts and a sailor shirt in his hand: Where the hell did you find a Scoops Ahoy uniform?

Eddie: I had it custom made

Steve: Why?!

Eddie, unapologetically as he places the scoops hat on Steve’s head: Sex

[supercalime]

Just thought about sharing this frame right here

Do with it what you will

[aphrogeneias]

if anyone needs me i'll be thinking about assistant!reader taking care of rockstar!eddie after some on stage accident. they're crammed inside the tour bus's tiny bathroom, he's sitting on the toilet lid looking up at her like she's the sun and all the stars, while she's delicately bandaging him and angrily (well, as angry as she can get, with her soft voice and always measured tone) complaining about the venue's lack of security and how they'll definitely be sueing. eddie isn't hearing a word she's saying, too busy staring at her lips, but he's nodding anyway.

[misspanicdead]

When Eddie is little they play this game.

It starts late one night, when Eddie is supposed to be asleep, tucked up in the bed that used to be Wayne's but is now solely Eddie's. There's a freak thunderstorm that wakes him, and he wanders his way into the living room and into Wayne's lap.

It's still early in their relationship, Eddie still trying to feel Wayne out- figure out how much he really cares, how safe Eddie truly is here. So, wrapped up in a blanket, head tucked against Wayne's chest, Eddie asks "would you still love me if i slept here tonight?" Voice barley audible over a crack of unexpected thunder.

It continues from there. Eddie asking random little questions at odd times. A "would you still love me if i turned purple?" at bedtime. A "would you still love me if i ate all the cheerios?" at the grocery store. Even one very memorable "would you still love me if i was a worm?" on a rainy day- he'd stopped midsplash in a puddle to ask Wayne that one, face scrunched up in seriousness.

Every time, without fail, Wayne always answers that yes, he will still love Eddie, even then.

Even as Eddie gets older and the questions get more serious, Wayne's answer never wavers.

Never.

-

When he comes home from work one morning to find Eddie sitting on the couch awkwardly, hands trapped behind his back, trying his level best to look casual, and asks "if i almost got busted tonight and needed you to pick the lock on some handcuffs, would you still love me?" Eddie's smile is impish, shy, but there's real fear sitting in his eyes. Wayne sighs, gets a drink, and works on setting his nephew free.

(It takes nearly an hour and three bobby pins, but Wayne still gives the kid a gruff "yes" before kissing his hair and going off to bed.)

-

"Would you still love me if i didn't graduate again?" Eddie asks, voice scratchy and eyes red rimmed. There's a bag sitting by his feet, overflowing with Eddie's things, like his boy is expecting Wayne to kick him out for this.

"I'll always love you, kid. And this will always be your home," he says, picking up the bag and dragging it back to Eddie's room where it belongs.

-

..."Would you still love me if i was gay?" It's barley a whisper, shaky and tear filled. Eddie's sitting on the far end of the couch, like he's afraid he might need some distance here and that simply won't do. Wayne stands- knee cracking painfully- and sits down next to his boy. Wraps an arm around him and pulls him into his side. He still fits like he did when he was seven.

"You listen here, and you listen good," Wayne says, "There is nothing that you could ever do or be that would make me stop loving you. Not a single damn thing."

"What if i, like, murdered somebody?" Eddie jokes wetly. Tears are starting to spill down his cheeks and Wayne knows that he's seconds away from sobbing.

Wayne sighs. "Shit, I'd probably help you hide the body." A laugh bursts out of Eddie and then they're off, laughter quickly turning into tears. Wayne holds him through it, letting a few tears of his own drip into Eddie's unruly hair.

-

Wayne thinks about this when he's sitting on his porch steps, smoking a cigarette and waiting for the cops to come. A dead girl lying on his living room floor behind him.

Eddie is gentle. Sweet. That just isn't in his nature to do. And Wayne knows that. Will fight tooth and nail to prove that, to find where his boy is.

Because just like he always said, he still loves Eddie.

[tizniz]

I got in my feels about Eddie needing a cat and expanded those feels with Hippo, so here, you can all enjoy them now too:

I like the idea of Eddie getting a cat.

And Buck finding out.

And just…casually starts buying stuff without commenting anything.

And being so soft over Eddie being soft about this cat.

Like, Eddie comes home to a cat tower in the corner. And it somehow matches the aesthetic he’s unknowingly developed but lowkey (coughhighkey) cares about now.

And he’d be so reluctant at first and deny he’s a cat person but Eddie Diaz is a cat.

And my gods he would love that furball so much that Buck would be worried (almost completely jokingly) that Eddie loves Shadow more than Eddie loves Buck.

But then Eddie holds up that adorable fluffy black cat, who blinks her green eyes at Buck, and gives a mew, and Eddie goes “can you blame me?” And Buck is goo for both of them.

And like. Buck and Eddie aren’t even together yet.

But Eddie comes home from like…therapy or something. And Buck is stretched out on the couch, totally asleep, and curled up on his chest is Shadow, both in the warm afternoon soon.

And that’s Eddie’s moment.

Buck wakes up a short while later, Shadow gives a disgruntled noise before jumping off his chest and he follows her into the kitchen where Eddie is.

And Eddie just walks over and kisses Buck. “Good cat nap?” And Buck’s response, “Am I dreaming?” “No, baby, you’re not dreaming.” “Oh, good.” Buck replies before leaning into kiss Eddie again until Shadow meows loudly because how dare they ignore her when she is right there.

Buck totally grows catnip for her and gets her a little collar. He has a whole dissertation ready on why Eddie should microchip her.

But then Buck goes “she needs to be microchipped!” And Eddie immediately agrees because Buck has that look in his eyes and gods, he can’t say no. Buck deflates a little because he did research. So Eddie sits down and gives Buck his full attention and tells him to share. Eddie being like “tell me anyways, I want to hear it.” And it being a reassuring moment for Buck.

Then there's first time she brings a dead bird or something home as a gift

Eddie cringes and Buck nearly cries because “this is such an honour, Eds!” “It’s a dead bird!” “I know!” heart eyes “she did so good. Didn’t you, sweetie?” “It’s a dead bird.”

And Eddie’s staring at both of them like “why do I love you?”

And he doesn’t know which one he’s referring to haha

Shadow mews and headbutts him

And Eddie is immediately coddling his precious baby and Buck is rolling his eyes.

[eddies-house]

finishing up a good cry and you’re in that state of it where you’re like hiccuping and trying to regulate your breathing while Eddie brushes your hair and whispers softly to you and every once in a while he stops to caress your jaw and turn your face toward him so he can kiss your nose and tell you he loves you

[captain-hen]

i already said this to @911-on-abc but i'm genuinely wondering if whatever the scrapped storyline for bucktalia was supposed to be before the actress had to pull out was just copied and pasted for eddie lmao. because asking his gf of 6 months to move in impulsively is absolutely something buck would do, but never something that eddie would

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

more scribbles to throw in the salad

[terrorterror]

scenes w/ eddie’s song 

I wouldn’t remember me either.      ➥ Stranger Things 4 (Original Score from the Netflix Series)

[maraskywalkers]

I think about the "all this time everyone thought I was a bad cook"/"you were" a lot because 1) it's hilarious, Christopher's delivery gets me every time & Eddie & Buck's reactions each are great but 2) it's also indicative of the relationship that Chris & Eddie have and how lovely & good it is?? like the fact that Christopher can openly tease him like that & how often they are playful with each other & like even with Buck he can rib him about not having a couch or ofc he knows what a porterhouse is like anyway I just think about the other father son relationships right like Eddie's with Ramon and Buck's with Philip and like it's beautiful that Eddie has made it so Chris can talk to him about his feelings, that it's okay to be sad & angry and helping him learn how to handle those feelings, and he does so in a way that's open & honest & vulnerable because he's still learning too and he's worked really hard at being that for Chris but he's also made it so that they can be silly & playful & teasing because Chris know that he's safe with Eddie and by extension Buck too yeah like it's something I think about a lot as an aunt to young kids you know and just Eddie has made mistakes and he's always gonna be learning & growing right like we all are but he's such a good dad because Christopher can be himself with Eddie like he gets to be a whole actual person and not everyone gets that from their parents or family and you can tell just by their interactions that no matter what Chris is always gonna be loved & safe & respected & cared for with Eddie and Chris knows that and it's just so lovely you know????

[ch1zzie]

Forgot to post this here butttt

Working on a welcome home animation and mighttttt take me a while