#i made this yesterday but i wanted to post my eddie one first

[livwritesstuff]

Any recommendations from your Steve and Hopper deep dive? I love them and just thank you for your Steddie Dads posts they always brighten my day <3

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okay i heard y'all loud and clear. i'm working on expanding my steve & hopper drabble into a full fic. in the meantime - here are some recs from my deep dive the other day :)

The Nightly Stroll - RurouniHime

truly a top tier fic to me in general. it's the hop-POV that makes me want to write a hop-POV. peak dad-hopper energy even if there's less of that Steve-Hopper parent relationship there. definitely the one that made me say *ok but what if Steve got to be a brat about it??*

the road not taken looks real good now (it always leads to you in my hometown) - elsie (the_technorats)

hop and steve talking at eddie’s makeshift funeral. some solid (and sometimes sad) banter b/w them and definitely the sense that steve gets to just be a kid here more than he’s used to

My Heart Has Changed And My Soul Has Changed - Atalia_Gold

Hopper and Steve chopping wood together. feat. both of them fighting against minuscule emotional ranges, and also eddie thirsting after steve in the background

you play the dirt and i'll play the water - birthdaycandles

SO fun. eddie-pov in which cops get called after a bar fight and a perplexed eddie watches as hop and steve (who clearly have a whole history) interact. super similar vibe to mine if that's what you're looking for!!

also, a good handful of greatunironic's fics include a parent-son type of relationship between Steve and Hopper. All of them are totally devastating and amazing and beautiful but I particularly recommend their series eating in the underworld (a what-if situation where steve ends up in russia with hop post-season 3). The first work in the series is from Joyce's POV which, believe me, is even more devastating.

also also, I don't typically self-plug but my series the satellite and the sky has a handful of Steve & Hop father/son-esque moments with the same kind of dynamic as the drabble i posted yesterday - particularly Steve's chapters of honeydew (you love me well) and the first chapter of plant a seed (we'll watch it grow) - definitely not the main story but maybe it's worth mentioning :)

[augustjustice]

Sharing Smokes Outside the Snow Ball

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It's the Winter of 1999, and Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are standing outside the Hawkins Middle School Snow Ball, sharing a smoke.

Eddie can't believe he's back here, the whole thing feeling nearly as surreal as that nightmare, wayward Spring Break over ten years ago. He'd barely made it out of that hell hole alive, Steve himself practically having to hold Eddie together as they made their way from Forest Hill to Hawkins Memorial Hospital.

Spring had turned into summer, sweltering and oppressive as Eddie slowly, painfully healed.

There had been bright spots, though. Watching Lucas and Erica squabble during the one-shot campaign he had cooked up just for the party that June. Evenings out beside the Harrington's temperature controlled pool, beer bottle sweating in his hand as he traded a joint back and forth between Argyle and Jonathan, the sound of Robin's cackle loud and bright as she managed to hipcheck Steve into the pool. Steve's own blinding smile--a longtime feature of Eddie's secret high school fantasies--being turned on him the first time he made it from the front doors of the physical therapy clinic to the passenger side of his BMW, without needing any help at all.

But then summer had ended, and Eddie, finally back together again like a character out of a children's nursery rhyme, had packed up his van and headed straight to Chicago, not looking back.

Sure, there'd been post cards sent, phone calls to Dustin and the other Hellfire brats, promises to see everyone soon. Promises that Eddie couldn't keep, even if he wanted to.

Not when he didn't dare set foot in Hawkins, not ever again.

Then, over a decade into his second life as a struggling guitarist by night, record shop employee by day, his cousin Brooke had landed on his doorstep, looking too tired and too young all at once, a bruise around her eye. Behind her, her eleven year old son was studying the apartment hall's tiling.

"I left him." Eddie didn't need an explanation for that one. Her good-for-nothing husband, Nash. "Jake won't be any trouble, he just...needs a place to stay, while I get back on my feet. Somewhere his daddy can't find him. Just for a little while."

Eddie thought of his Mama. And then he called Wayne.

"Shit, Uncle Wayne, I--don't know what to do."

"Come on home now, boy," Wayne said, easy as anything, like Eddie had left only yesterday. "Come on back home."

So Eddie had.

That had been six months ago. And now he was standing in the aforementioned middle school parking lot with Steve 'the Hair' Harrington, while their kids--and wasn't that just a fucking head trip and a half--danced the night away.

"I keep half expecting Click to round the corner screaming my name," Eddie admits as he gives Steve a light. "Remember junior year, I sold to you in the alley behind the gym? Old bat nearly got me that time."

"Remember? I literally had to shove that joint down the front of my shorts, dude," Steve admits, which draws a snort out of Eddie to match his own chuckle. "Most of the guys on the basketball team couldn't move half as fast as you did that day. You practically vanished into the woods before she even made it to the stadium. Totally shoulda gone out for the track team, Eds."

Eddie clutches his chest, as though he's been shot. "Don't speak such blasphemy to me, Harrington."

"Yeah, well, you can quit worrying. Pretty sure she finally retired," Steve tells him, taking a long drag before he's passing the cigarette back to Eddie, even that brief touch enough to send sparks of electricity up Eddie's arm. Then he shoots Eddie that charming, infamous Harrington smile, boyish and cocky, the one that says he's used to getting exactly what he wants. "Even if she's not, I'm head of the PTA. If Higgins tries anything, I'll just threaten not to bring cupcakes to the next bake sale."

"Harrington, my hero," Eddie fakes a swoon, collapsing for a brief second against Steve's shoulder, an excuse to get close.

The theatrics get no rise out of Steve beyond an amused smirk. Even after all these years, he's still used to Eddie's antics, it seems.

"You know, it was total déjà vu," he nods to the middle school gymnasium, all decked out in blue and white, "dropping Sam off here."

Though he's actually gotten to know the Harrington offspring in person since he's been back, Eddie had received the rundown from Dustin and the others on Steve's journey to dadhood in their scattered calls over the years.

The December after Eddie had left, Steve had met a girl, taken her out on a few dates, and accidentally gotten her pregnant.

With Samantha, a name Dustin had proudly persuaded Steve into as the little girl's godfather. Every bit as adorable, now that Eddie had seen her, as the gushing picture the party had painted for him, all big blue eyes and wavy chestnut hair just like her father's.

Steve had gotten down on one knee long before she was born, determined to tie the knot and do right by her mother nearly as soon as he'd heard the news.

The pair had been divorced not even two years later.

"I don't think they were ever really in love," Dustin had informed Eddie one sunny afternoon impromptu of nothing, as always blunt in his honesty. "But you know what Steve is like. He's a hopeless romantic."

Eddie didn't, not exactly. But he's gotten enough glimpses, both back in '86 and much more recently, that he's starting to put the picture together.

Steve draws Eddie out of that particular reverie with another bright laugh. And then he's recounting the memory of Dustin's hair, done up in the infamous Harrington 'do, as Steve pulled up in front of the '84 Snow Ball playing chaperone in his trusty Beemer, long since traded in for the much more affordable sedan he's driving now.

"I demand photographic evidence, Harrington," Eddie insists, smile crooked, that distracting dimple appearing in his right cheek, "you can't conjure up an image like that and then not fork over the goods."

"Hey, man, talk to Dustin. Mrs. Henderson took like...a million pictures that night," Steve laughs.

But he's already mentally going through the album tucked away on a bookcase back at home, positive he's got his own photo to show for it. It'll make for a nice excuse to invite Eddie over for dinner one night.

The subject turns then to their own checkered experiences with school dances.

"Class of '85, baby! That's when they made your 'King Steve' title official," Eddie crows, teasing as he taps Steve once on the nose.

Steve goes a bit cross-eyed, following the movement of his finger.

"Yeah, well, talk about a total let-down of a night. I didn't even bring a date," Steve admits, tone blasé. The truth is, his entire senior year had been something of a disappointed trudge towards graduation, a walk he had taken mostly alone. There had been bright spots--the little band of miscreants he'd fallen into babysitting, for one--but they had all been far outside the walls of Hawkins High. "I'm guessing you weren't around for that? Not really your scene, especially with the Munson Doctrine's strict rules about 'forced conforming.'"

He puts Eddie's words in deliberate air quotes, his turn to give him a teasing smile.

"You're wrong about that one, big boy. I saw them, adorning your glorious locks with the crown." That mischievous smile is back. "We're not that old, dude, don't tell me you already forgot the whole 'prom streaking' incident?"

Eddie shoots him a loaded, deliberate look.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Shaking his head with a laugh, Steve waves his arms in front of him, like he's calling a time out. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me. That was you?"

"The one and only. What can I say, Jeff and Gareth dared me. Besides, by that point," Eddie shrugs casually, "I already knew I didn't have a shot at graduating anyway, so. Thought I'd close out the year with a bang."

"You've seriously never considered doing anything halfway in your life, have you, Munson?" Steve asks, giving Eddie's shoulder an almost exasperated nudge, smile fond in spite of himself.

"Absolutely not, Stevie boy. Life's too short. Where's the fun in playing it safe?"

Eddie swings into Steve's space, then, dark eyes sparkling. Goading and flirtatious. Just like when they were teenagers, thrown together in the worst of circumstances but making the best of it, before time and pain and trauma put all that distance between them.

And if Steve's eyes drop down to Eddie's lips as they share air, slow enough it can't be anything but deliberate, and their fingers brush just a tad too intimately the next time they trade the cigarette back and forth...well. They've got a lot of lost time--and shared smokes in school parking lots--to make up for.

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck & Eddie: Season 7 Ravi's back for a reason

The video includes some of the important things Ravi said and some of his interactions with Buck and Eddie from seasons 5 and 6. Please note: the sound has been removed from the last few seconds of the video because it includes music and if I would have left it in, Tumblr would have given me issues with adding it to the tags. I left it in so everyone could see Buck lay his head on Eddie's shoulder after he picked Ravi up 🙃🤪😉😜.

Last season I believed Ravi returned at a specific time for a specific reason and when he did, I completed a post about how Buck's NO LONGER the KID of the 118 because Ravi is the kid now (linked here). Reminder, Bobby hasn't called Buck kid since Buck's coma dream.

Yesterday, a BTS from Season 7 was posted that includes Eddie, Ravi and Buck and it was intriguing. The look on Ravi's face makes it seem like it's his first time seeing something and Buck looks like "F" not again" and Eddie looks like "Ok... that's interesting but we can handle it" but neither Buck nor Eddie look shocked at all. There's not enough included in the picture to go on but their facial expressions say a lot.

Today, another BTS was released that included the same three 118 members, Eddie, Buck and Ravi. Please look at the GIF below and notice the doors they exited from. Eddie got out of the captain's seat but please remember in 6x1, he said he appreciated it if Bobby didn't ask him to be interim captain. Has Eddie ever sat there? IIRC he hasn't, unless I missed it.

After I saw the video, I had several questions.

First, why wasn't Buck sitting in the captain's seat? He always sits there whenever he has the chance. But for some reason, this time he won't be.

Also, where is Hen and Chimney? It's possible they could be in the ambulance (if medical is needed) but if Bobby hasn't returned to work then that really doesn't explain why Hen's not sitting there instead of Eddie.

Where is the rest of the 118?

Are they the only three who will be needed for the call?

Ravi and Buck got out of the back but since Buck got out first, it's possible they were sitting where they sat in 5x18 and 6x16.

In 5x18, Ravi made the infamous "Isn't that what we all want in a partner..." declaration when Buck was still with TK but he knew (the audience knew too) that she wasn't who Ravi was referring to with regards to Buck. (Pssst... he was talking about EDDIE! 🤪😜🥰)

Later in the same episode, Buck defined what love means to him while him and Maddie were sitting on his balcony (related post linked here). Reminder, he said it AFTER Ravi asked the team, what they all wanted in a partner.

Enter season 6 and Ravi was absent and couldn't be found with a pair of binoculars because KR (the former showrunner???👀 hopefully she's no longer co-showrunner since TM the OG is back) wouldn't tell the audience where he was but she sure had time to film a FaceTime or whatever the "F" LD ended up talking to Bobby on in 6x1 regarding why she couldn't be interim captain.

I said this in a post earlier this week (linked here) that KR was telling half-truths and these BTS pics of Buck, Eddie and Ravi are kind of proving my point. In season 6 she didn't let Ravi come back until 6B because she was doing something with the characters. I answered an ask from my friend @mattsire a few weeks ago after one of the promos was released (linked here) and I said now that Buck and Eddie will be partners again, I wasn't sure what was going to happen in Season 7 (I'm still not sure and that's why I'm not speculating because I don't want to get blindsided again like I was with 6x18) but seeing Ravi again reminded me of my original theory. He's back for REASONS that have to do with Buck and Eddie.

Reminder, for the majority of Season 6, Eddie and Buck weren't working as partners. Buck mainly responded to calls with the team and Eddie spent most of his time being a medic. They were only partnered together for one call in 6x7 and it was the last Felisa emergency where she got buried in her car. Even though they were partners again in 6x13 for every call, it was strange since KR said they were trying new pairings for the season (I debunked her BS statement in a post I did earlier this week [linked here]. I believe the show was trying to see if the audience would notice and be vocal about Buck and Eddie not working or hanging out together and we were.) But reminder, they weren't working together while Ravi wasn't there. Even after he returned in 6x14, Ravi went into the dumpster fire with Eddie in 6x16 and Buck was kind of still working on his own.

In the latest TCA interview, TM said Ravi will return in Season 7 and since he's the OG showrunner and Buddie's his idea, I believe he has a reason for bringing Ravi back unlike KR who did it to appease the negative feedback she got for splitting Buck and Eddie up in the first place. Then she only included him in the finale so he could hand Buck some tools🙄.

In 6x14, Eddie hugged Ravi first but Buck literally hugged him and picked him up.

Also, later in the same scene, Buck laid his head on Eddie's shoulder.

The point of this post is to illustrate how Ravi returning could mean the original plan for season 6 is back in play. Therefore if the narrative that was set forth continues and it remains unchanged, everything that happened in 6x13 between Buck and Eddie and the Buckley-Diaz Family along with Eddie leaning more towards the medic or paramedic side of things and Buck remaining a firefighter then it's possible Ravi's back at the 118 so he can work with Buck. If so then maybe he's there so Buck and Eddie can continue working at the same firehouse after they become a CANON couple.

Please note, I believe Buck and Eddie were supposed to go CANON in season 5 but it got delayed and with everything that happened in season 6, it seemed like they were going to be in a relationship by the end of 6x18 but it got delayed once again. Will it be delayed in season 7 too? I don't know but I'm working on two posts about some things that were said during the TCA interview and I'm debating if I'll post them because I said I wasn't going to speculate but I'll make my decision after I finish the posts and decide then if I'll post them.

[sibylsleaves]

wip wednesday

tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz

i did not finish the some things fall yesterday but I am very optimistic that the final chapter will be up at some point this weekend!!! If you want to be tagged when it goes up reply/rb/like this post.

until then, here's another snippet of Eddie being the most pathetic pining loser:

He types out, missed you at work the other day. Deletes it. You coming in tomorrow? Delete.  Hey. I know I dropped a lot on you the other day. I just want What? He just wants what? To talk to Buck? To apologize for blowing up their entire friendship? To make sure they’re going to be okay? Make sure Buck knows that?  He had to. He had to do it, right? It was the only way to fix things. But he didn’t have to tell Tommy about his feelings in the first place. And maybe that’s what he still needs to apologize for. I just want you to know you’re still my best friend. Eddie stares at the typed out message, his thumb hovering over the little blue arrow. God. He’s never once had to think this hard about what to say to Buck. He hits send, and watches the text bubble form. He stares at the screen for a minute, two, but there’s no reply.  Something akin to panic seizes him, and he types out, and I really am happy for you and Tommy. But he hesitates before sending the follow up. Because he’s made it a habit to be one hundred per cent honest with Buck, and he can’t really say that this is honest. A knock at the front door startles him, sending the phone slipping from his grasp. He scrambles to his feet, heart hammering, and just—freezes for a second.  It’s not Buck, he tells himself. It’s absolutely not Buck. It can’t be Buck. It doesn’t stop hope from swelling in his chest, a kite on a string. Feeling somewhat outside his body, he goes to the door and pulls it open with shaking hands.

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[mixsethaddams]

Throwing my hat into the latest trend of Shovel Talk posts. tw reference to past child abuse (not detailed)

Eddie gets the shovel talk from no less than five people.

Dustin, Robin, Erica, Max and Lucas. (Those two came as a pair, as they so often did since the Vecnapocolypse) Actually, technically six, if you count the fact that Dustin kept saying And Will Said...

They all say in and around the same thing. Steve deserves the world, he's been the babysitter for longer than Eddie's been the DM, blah blah blah. Honestly, Eddie's getting a little tired of people assuming he'll hurt Steve and leave him heartbroken. By the time he closed the door after saying goodbye on the final He Means More To Us Than You Do conversation, he was left in no doubt that the kids expected him to fuck up royally and they would not hesitate to choose Steve when (not if, as far as they were concerned) it happened. They would never forgive him. It was good to know where he stood, he guessed.

What Eddie didn't know, was that Steve was getting a few shovel talks of his own.

Wayne was first, obviously. Steve wasn't surprised to be pulled aside at the Byers/Hopper barbecue to listen to some very unsubtle threats about what might happen to him if Eddie came home with so much as a pout Even One Time, Boy, You Hear Me?

More surprising, was Joyce.

Joyce came by one night under the pretence of bringing by some leftover lasagne. Steve offered her a tea and they sat in the kitchen together while she asked polite questions about how things with Eddie were going. When Steve was done telling her all about the constant butterflies in his stomach, she clasped his hand gently across the table.

"I'm happy for you sweetie, I am,"

"Thanks Joy–"

"But you need to understand that Eddie is a fragile boy, and he needs real love, Steve. He's not the type to be happy with a, what do you call it, a fling? He's not the type for that,"

Steve was taken aback.

"This isn't a fling, Joyce,"

"Can you promise me that? I remember him from when he was just a kid and, god, well, I'd hate to see him hurt,"

Steve's mouth was open and closing like a fish, totally at a loss for words.

"Steve, can you promise me that? I know you're grown now and things are different, but I need you to say it for me,"

"I promise, I... I'm not who I used to be,"

Joyce patted his hand.

"Good boy. I better get home,"

And then there was Hopper.

Hopper knocked on the front door of the Harrington house early one Saturday morning, three sharp thuds on the door that made you think, Yup, Cops Are Here.

Steve answered still half asleep, barely aware he'd even pulled on a pair of sweatpants.

Hopper didn't accept the invite to come inside. He noticed Eddie's boots by the door.

"He here?"

"Uh, yeah, has been since yesterday, why? Did someone say he done something?"

"No, he's not who I'm here for,"

"What? I haven't done anything?"

"Good, and I expect you to keep it that way,"

Steve didn't know how to react. His eyes were still adjusting to the daylight and his brain hasn't quite woken up yet.

"Hop, I don't know what you're talking about,"

"El told me that you all know about the night he went to live with his uncle, says he told everyone the basics when Jon was worrying about turning out like Lonnie,"

"Yeah, he told me some more about it after too,"

"Figured he might,"

Steve shuffled from one foot to the other.

"I still don't know why you're here..."

"I was the one who carried him out of that house that night, Steve,"

"Oh,"

Oh indeed. Hopper's voice was gruff and low. Steve was actually nervous.

"I listened to him cry for hours. He couldn't breathe it was so bad. I never wanted to hear another child even speak after having to sit in the room while he told Wayne what went down,"

"I–"

"And I don't think I'll ever be able to sit right with the idea of that kid being sad again, because of someone else messing with him. I never forgot what he sounded like when he cried. Don't make me have to see him cry again, Steve. Do you understand me?"

Steve was stunned. All he could do was nod dumbly. There was no point offering any sort of defence, Hopper obviously wasn't here to listen. He was here to tell. Of all the people Steve might have thought would be on Team Munson, the former chief of police wasn't exactly top of the list. Eddie's distinct lack of criminal record through his teens might have been some indicator though.

Hopper gave Steve a curt nod and turned back down the driveway without another word.

He closed the door and leaned against the wood, letting out a low breath. Eddie appeared at the top of the stairs, rubbing his eyes.

"Baby? Who was that?"

"Uh, Hopper..."

Eddie huffed a sleepy laugh.

"Hmm, shit, Law Man swing by to make sure I was behaving myself?"

Steve went to Eddie and pulled him into a tight hug, nuzzling into his hair. He really had no clue, did he?

"He was just checking in,"

Eddie hummed and went towards the kitchen to switch the coffee pot on. He had told Steve about the shovel talks he got from the kids earlier in the week. Trivial threats about leaving Hellfire and never helping him write a song again or going to one of his shows, taking back his Walkie privileges, things that seemed like the end of the world to a group of minors. Eddie had wistfully mentioned that Steve would never have to worry about being on the receiving end of something like that, he didn't think anyone really cared enough. Maybe You'll Get A Weird Look From Wayne, But I Think You're In The Clear, Golden Boy.

Eddie had no idea about the people that were looking out for him without him realising it. It made Steve's heart hurt. He'd half expected Robin and the others to have words with Eddie. It was almost a joke, he hadn't thought twice about it because he just kind of knew it would happen. He knew they cared, and he couldn't imagine how it would feel to be so sure that they didn't. That no one did.

Steve made a promise to himself then and there to never let Eddie feel like no one cared enough ever again, giving himself his very own version of the Don't Hurt Eddie Munson shovel talk.

It was the least Eddie deserved.

(Also posted to my ao3)

[penny00dreadful]

Somebody To Love - Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 AO3

Looks like we're going the direction of two parts here = one chapter on AO3 so consider this your sneaky peek for chapter two! 😘

Eddie was not spiralling.

He was not.

He had not fallen into a complete self-destructive hole after his world was rocked by the sudden and out of nowhere realisation that Steve Harrington… Steve fucking Harrington, his employee, his best friend, his babysitter, his god-damn saving grace, his… his everything… was in love with him?

It hadn't...

It couldn't...

He refused to believe it.

So what if he had called the guy from the video shoot yesterday. 

So what if he had taken him back to his home and done exactly what he had planned to do to him last night, for hours.

It wasn’t like he was trying to prove anything to himself.

It wasn’t like all of these god-damn feelings, that had cropped up in the wake of that realisation, were fucking drowning him and he needed to do something about them. To make them go away, to fuck them out and all but destroy the body underneath him to make himself believe that all of this was just some crossed wires or misinterpretation or him seeing things where there wasn’t anything to be seen.

Because there couldn’t be anything.

There couldn’t be.

But Eddie was forced to recon with the fact that maybe he had been running again when he woke up the next morning and looked over to find that bruised and tender expanse of skin stretched across the back of that guy from the video shoot and fuck, he couldn’t even remember his name.

Eddie had made a rule for himself some years ago after a particularly harrowing experience to never ever sleep with someone who seemed just a little bit too eager to have him specifically again. 

And Jesus H. Christ had this guy been eager. 

It wasn’t unusual, people clamouring to get into his pants. But there was a difference in between them and the type that this guy was.

Something just a little unsettling in hindsight about how badly he wanted Eddie to mark him up. To put bruises and bite marks and handprints on him, like it was some kind of trophy to parade around. 

Look at me! Look at all these marks I got a rockstar to put into my skin!

Like, everything had been consensual on both ends, of course it had. No matter how deep Eddie would go, he would never lose himself like that. 

But it still left a bad taste in his mouth in the light of day. Like Eddie could’ve carved his name into the guys forehead and he would have said thank you. Like it would be something for him to post online or scream from the rooftops about like a badge of honour that never ended well.

Eddie slid out of his bed, being thankful not for the first time that the obscene amount of money he had now allowed him the space and budget to buy a bed big enough to fit at least four grown men easily.

And it had, a few times in the past. 

Shit.

Maybe he wasn’t as in control of everything as he’d always thought he was. Had he ever been? Had he ever had a proper handle on the amount of sex or drugs or alcohol he’d subjected his body and mind to?

Deep down he knew the answer to that. He’d known the answer to that for a very long time, he’d just never wanted to admit it to himself. 

Not before now.

He'd never had a handle on it.

Because Steve had had a handle on it for him. 

Steve had always been the one keeping him at a relatively safe level, ever since he’d come into his life all those years ago. Ever since the first time he’d had to stick his fingers down Eddie’s throat and ride with him to the hospital to get his stomach pumped. 

He’d never been allowed to get to that level again.

Jesus H. Christ Eddie was just one walking giant fucking red flag, wasn’t he? What the hell did Steve see in him?

He felt like he was walking downstairs with a cartoon cloud hanging over his head.

Eddie didn’t stop at the kitchen, just continuing on down to the basement, reaching out for his guitar like a lifeline. He curled up on the couch and picked out nonsense on the strings, letting whatever music came out of him compliment his sour mood.

Eddie didn’t know how long he stayed down there, but eventually his mood started to lift. Music was always a bit of a gift for him like that. It always managed to make him feel better.

It was only when he caught sight of a melting bright pink frappuccino sitting on the coffee table that he started to panic.

Because that meant that Steve was here. 

Of course Steve was here, Steve was always here, taking care of him and cleaning up his messes.

He realised then why he’d felt so comfortable leaving that guy alone in his house, alone in his bedroom while he hid underground like a worm.

Because he’d done it so many times before.

Because he’d always left it up to Steve to show the guys the door while Eddie fucked off to do whatever it was he decided he was doing that day, oftentimes exactly what he was doing now, brooding in his basement studio with his guitar.

He didn’t know what it was this time around but he couldn’t shake the feeling that if Steve came face to face with the guy upstairs it would be disastrous. Something would happen, something would go wrong.

Except he did know why it was different this time, of course he did. Because this time was the first time he was fully aware of Steve’s potential feelings for him and what it must do to him every time he had to go kick Eddie’s latest conquest out of the house.

He shot to his feet but only made it halfway up the stairs before the sound of the front door slamming shut echoed around the house and he froze in place.

Another creak came from up above and he shot back into action, running up the remaining steps like a bat out of hell and barrelling straight into the man himself.

“Jesus.” Steve had both of his hands on Eddie’s arms to steady him, he looked as put together as he always did but there was something about his posture that was off. He was a little too stiff, his eyes were slightly red and his face had a slight flush to it. 

He looked like he’d been crying.

Or trying desperately not to.

“What happened?” Eddie clutched back at the lapels of Steve's suit jacket in a panic and Steve himself looked momentarily bewildered at Eddie's desperation before he tried to brush it off.

“Sent the guy home,” he shrugged, “the usual.”

“Something happened, tell me.” Eddie couldn't explain it, he felt like something was slipping through his fingers and he was powerless to stop it.

Steve shook his head. “Nothing happened, Eds.”

“No, no. Something happened, Stevie. What was it? Did the guy say something to you or-”

Steve’s face shuttered, that infuriating blank mask was put back into place.

Eddie dug his fingers in. “What did he say?”

“It’s- he didn’t say anything.”

“No, Stevie, sweetheart, tell me please. Please.”

“Eddie.” Steve’s voice was firm and unwavering. He let go of Eddie’s arms and prised himself out of his grip. “Drop it, alright? It’s nothing for you to worry about. He’s left. It’s done.”

Opportunity gone, that was the only thing cycling through Eddie’s head at that moment. He’d missed something, let something pass him by but he didn’t know what.

Steve wouldn’t be argued with, when he didn’t want to talk about something the guy was a fortress and no amount of needling would get it out of him.

“Okay.” He almost whispered as Steve turned, walking further into the house without a backwards glance.

Eddie didn’t follow him, he couldn’t. If Steve wanted space to deal with whatever the fuck happened, he’d give him space. Though he did have half a mind to call up that guy and find out just what the fuck he had done to make Steve react like that.

Steve had never been outwardly riled up by anyone Eddie had slept with before, he'd always been polite smiles and gentle but firm demeanour unless whoever it was decided they could boss him around too.

Then the smile turned cutting and he became more firm than gentle but he never got upset.

Nearly the whole day had passed before he saw Steve again, hidden away somewhere in his giant house, which was very unusual for the both of them. When Eddie wasn’t touring or writing or doing whatever else he needed to do for work he and Steve were inseparable. They hung out constantly, Steve practically lived in Eddie’s biggest guest room during those times.

But when he did see Steve again, it was with a cold pit of dread settling in his stomach. Because Steve was dressed casual. Like he wasn't at work anymore. Like he was... like he was leaving.

“I think I need a vacation.” His tone was light, but forced. Like he was trying to convince the two of them it would just be a simple jaunty outing and everything was fine.

Right.

A vacation.

Right.

Steve wasn’t leaving forever. He was just taking a break.

Eddie could handle that.

He could.

Steve deserved it after all. He’d been running around after Eddie for so long, always so dedicated, always so…

He deserved a vacation. He really, honestly, truly did.

“How-” Eddie cleared his throat and wrapped his arms around himself. “How long will you be gone?”

Steve looked at him with something close to relief that Eddie wasn’t putting up a fight with him. Maybe, just maybe there was a thread of sadness underneath it all but it was so difficult to see.

“A couple of weeks. Maybe a month. I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll know until I get there.”

“Oh, one of those vacations, huh?” He laughed. Or attempted to. It was pathetically flat.

“Yeah. One of those.” Steve stepped forward and enveloped Eddie in a hug, warm and solid and soft and all encompassing, like he always was. “I’m… I’m gonna try to switch off, I think. So I’ll probably be out of contact for most of it.” Eddie nodded against Steve’s neck and squeezed him around the middle as tight as he could.

He wasn’t leaving forever, he was going to come back.

He was going to come back and everything would be fine and it would all work out. 

“Where-?” Eddie shook his head. Steve wanted to get away and Eddie didn’t need to know where he was going. It would be fine. Everything would be fine. “Never mind.”

“I’ve already got my replacements lined up. They’ll be here in the morning. You’ll like them. Promise.”

Eddie pulled his head back, still comfortably settled in Steve’s arms but able to see his face now.

Close enough to kiss.

Eddie wanted to kiss.

“More than one?” He said instead.

"You're a handful." Steve smiled, a familiar, easy, mean thing. “I’ve left them a list.”

“A list?” Eddie huffed, wedging his arms in between the two of them so he could cross them over his chest before burrowing his head back into Steve’s neck. “You’ve left them a list like I’m some pedigree dog.”

“You are a pedigree dog.” Steve lifted his arm and patted him on the head, like he was petting him, like a dog, the bitch.

“I’ll miss you.” It was muffled and barely audible to Eddie’s own ears but Steve still heard it.

Of course he did.

Steve’s hand gentled, sliding to cup the back of his head. “I’ll miss you too.”

A car beeped outside and Steve finally let go, stepping back out of Eddie’s space.

Steve was leaving.

Steve was leaving now and Eddie wasn't doing anything about it. Was there anything he could do to make him stay? Anything he could do that wouldn't break the two of them?

With one hand on the front door Steve turned to look back at him. “See you in a few weeks, Eds.”

Eddie had to swallow down the golf ball in his throat and try to ignore the cavernous ache in his heart that had just sprung up to be able to respond but somehow he managed. “I’ll be waiting.”

With a small smile and two light pats on the doorframe, Steve was gone.

Eddie stood there with his arms clenched tightly around himself in his big empty rockstar foyer, in his big empty rockstar house long after the car had pulled away, long after the automatic sensor of the porch light switched off, long enough to feel the ache in his knees, his hips, his back from standing so still for so long. 

He trudged upstairs still in a haze, bypassing his bedroom and heading straight into the biggest guest room of the house.

It was always kept pristine.

Eddie had worried initially that Steve had felt unwelcome here when he’d first started using the room but then he slowly came to realise that that’s just who Steve was.

Neat and tidy.

In nearly everything he did.

Eddie slid under the covers and burrowed his head in deep, deep into the pillow that smelled of hairspray and amber cologne.

He swallowed around that fucking golf ball that was only getting higher, threatening to spill over as he pulled out his phone and dialled.

“Twinkie!” Her bright voice came through despite the late hour.

“Chrissy.” Eddie gasped out her name as his sob finally broke free, shocking himself at just how harsh it was.

“Where are you? What’s wrong? Do I need to call Steve?”

He hiccupped in a breath. “No, don’t call him. He's... I’m at home-”

“Okay, I’m on my way, honey.”

She stayed on the phone the whole drive over, they didn’t talk. He just quietly wept over the line until it went dead when her footsteps could be heard coming down the hall.

Chrissy crawled under the covers next to him without a word, just pulled him into her chest and let him cry.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 AO3

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[bettyfrommars]

I'm on Fire

biker!Eddie x fem!reader Part 2.5 🚨18+Only, smut, angst, sex with someone other than reader, penetrative sex (protected), maybe also fuckboy!eddie? But he doesn’t want to be. 90's music & nostalgia, insomnia, smoking, mention of cheating (not on reader), Eddie is having a hard time, but I promise it will get better.

wc: 1.7k

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🔸To the handful of cherished readers on this ride with me: this is a 2.5, a little bitty part, because I posted Part 2 yesterday early and realized I wanted to add more. Chapter 3 will be done by this weekend xoxo

ALSO, the Erika mentioned in this chapter will be introduced more later, but it's NOT Erica Sinclair, my god I would never.

This was not the night Eddie had in mind for a first time hanging out with you. There was admittedly a long list of regrets in his life thus far, but deciding to invite you to the Hideout of all places was now up there somewhere at the top. That dive never used to be like that. Back when he was a teenager, it wasn’t so rough or so full of angry burnouts ready to rage. The only drunks who used to frequent it were sad and polite, and almost half dead.

You handed him and Steve a few tissues from the front seat because Steve’s nose was dripping blood and Eddie’s lip was split. Neither one of them felt a thing, though, not in that moment---the adrenaline was still pumping hot.

Eddie didn’t say much for the rest of the drive, except to ask Katie to take them back to Munson’s Garage so they could take a truck over and pick up their bikes once the chaos died down.

This whole connection he thought maybe the two of you had was not a good idea. For fucks sake, you had been a hair away from getting a secondary blow from the brawl---he couldn’t handle the thought, it made him sick to his stomach. He got the feeling that you were bothered by his silence on the ride back, but there was nothing he could do about it at that point: he was shutting down. He was hammering nails in the boards over the windows inside of him where people (you) could peak in. It was a survival technique he’d been forced to learn when he was a kid.

Katie reminded him that she was Danny Clayton’s older sister, and he had been one of his old D&D buddies—reminding him of a time in his life that he missed. He barely had time to practice his guitar these days, let alone fuck around as Dungeon Master in a role-playing game.

In a haze, he remembered thanking you, but then you said something else to him as he was bent over lighting a smoke, headed toward the garage, and he just kept walking, pretending not to hear you. Once he shut the door, he regretted it with a curse, and went back out to see if he could catch you, but there was nothing but brake lights in the distance.

“You wanna talk about it?” Steve asked Eddie once they were in the transport truck on the way back to the Hideout.

Eddie had a cigarette pinched between his lips and he looked offended. “What is there to talk about?”

“Listen, man,” Steve adjusted his vest and sat back in the passenger seat. “You might not want to give me credit for knowing you as well as I do, but I can tell when you’re slipping over into the dark side.”

Nothing but silence from Eddie.

“You like that girl, or what?” Steve kept talking, because much like you, he wanted the old Eddie back.

“What’s not to like?” Eddie responded under his breath, flicking his cigarette out the window. “I’m sure I’ll never see her again. It’s for the best.”

“Oh, I doubt that man---look what I got,” and then Steve stuck his tongue out and held up the Wrigley’s gum wrapper with Katie’s phone number on it. “You said they’re roommates right?”

Eddie looked over at the number, and then he looked up at Steve’s excited face, and he shook his head, but there was the glimmer of a smile there.

After they brought the bikes back, Steve took off to take care of some family stuff, and Eddie sat on the old couch up in his apartment above the garage, staring out the window with nothing but snow static on the TV. He’d been watching the Dave Attell show Insomniac with a frozen bag of peas on his punching hand, but it ended, and now he was in his head again, a place that he dreaded lately. He knew he wouldn’t get more than 2 or 3 hours of sleep again that night, he could feel it in his bones, and it didn’t matter how exhausted he was.

So, in order to keep himself from thinking about you, he called up one of his faithful booty calls: her name was Erika.

She’d been a long time groupie of his band and she had a kink for guys on motorcycles. He always treated her good and made her cum, but he never let her sleep over.

He never let anyone sleep over.

And he was always gone by daybreak if he happened to pass out in someone else’s bed.

He had this way of going out of his body, so to speak, when he had intercourse with these women he didn’t love. It was like he hollowed himself out and became someone else. He became exactly what they all wanted; this dominant force who choked them a little and fucked them rough and made them beg for more.

That night, with Erika, he kept thinking of you, and it made him stop a few times to blink and catch his breath. “What’s wrong, baby?” She’d ask, just as she was on all fours and his cock was inside of her, the condom straining at the size of his girth.

He shook his head and kept going, but at one point, he was doing her missionary, and in the dark of the room, with his eyes closed and his forehead pressed against hers—he could pretend it really was you.

He went slow, he kissed your face, your eyelids, and down your neck. He imagined that it was you with your hands in his hair, telling him how good it felt, how close you were to cumming. That it was your voice that said, “don’t stop, baby, you feel so good,” and he kissed your mouth, tongues searching deep, as he buried himself inside you with a strangled cry. He imagined that he didn’t have the condom on and you wanted him like that; to pour his seed into you and make you his.

He trembled as his orgasm overtook him, and he came so hard that time, he worried that he forgot to put the condom on.

When it was over and he opened his eyes, all of his intrusive thoughts came rushing back and the light behind his eyes was all but snuffed out.

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“That was amazing!” You shouted at Katie, rubbing her shoulder, thanking her for the stealthy getaway while Cryin’ by Aerosmith played on the radio.

You turned around in your seat to say something to the guys, and then immediately started pulling tissues out of the Kleenex box in the middle console.

“Aw shucks, it’s just a flesh wound,” Steve joked, quoting Monty Python as he gargled blood in his throat.

Eddie was directly behind you, and when you twisted your body to hand him some tissues, he took them and looked down, not wanting to meet your eyes.

“Well, that was...intense,” Katie said from behind the wheel, slowing down for a stop light after checking in the rear view mirror to make sure there were no cops behind her.

“Just another day for us,” Steve chuckled, and then he pulled up close behind her seat to compliment her getaway. Katie didn’t say anything back, but you could see her blush. Katie had been a bit of a wild child back in her day, but adulthood had changed her, as it did most people.

From behind you, Eddie mumbled, “god, I hate this town.”

For the most part, Eddie was abnormally quiet in the back seat, and so you tried cracking some jokes, but Steve was the only one who engaged with you.

“Who was that guy?” You asked Steve, because you couldn’t bear the silence.

“Just some douche bag,” Steve responded, a piece of tissue stuffed up one nostril. “I accidentally had an affair with his wife almost a decade ago, and I guess he never forgot about it.”

You couldn’t help it, you laughed. “How does something like that happen accidentally?”

“Well, for one,” Steve sat forward in his seat and clamped one hand on the back of Katie’s chair. “She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. And two, I’m not sure I would’ve cared at the time, even if she had.”

That response elicited a bit of a scoff-chuckle from Eddie.

Munson’s Garage wasn’t too far from where you’d just been, and Steve jumped out to open the security gate before climbing back into his seat.

As the car idled in front of the main entrance to the building, white exhaust filling up the darkness, you heard Eddie get out, and then you waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. He shut the door, and then you felt him hover there.

He leaned down into your open window, his head to the side and his hair hanging down. He met your eyes for a flash, but then he was trying to hand you something, and you opened your fingers so he could press something cool and tiny into your palm. “Hey, I’m really sorry about tonight. I think you dropped this the other day.”

You were too busy watching his face, the curve of his lips, the dark moon of his cuticles from residual grease stains, but when you realized he had just slipped you your missing earring, it caught you by surprise.

You could barely get out the words “wait...thank you,” before he turned on his heel and slipped a smoke between his lips, head down as he pulled his keys out to unlock the door.

“It was good to see you,” you called after him, but he was already inside the building and the door shut with a thud and a clack behind him.

Steve had been over at Katie’s window talking to her, but once he straitened up and came around to your side, he looked confused. “Where the fuck is Eddie? Did he go inside already?”

You didn’t answer him, you just waved goodbye as you rolled your window up.

“See you around, girls!” Steve called out from the center of the driveway, holding the hand in the air that had the gum wrapper number in it.

“Boys,” Katie said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes as she exited the complex and turned to head home. “They’ll be the death of me.”

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Part 3

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[eminsunnytoons123]

⚠️⚠️⚠️ATTENTION EVERYONE FROM MY TUMBLR FAMILY AND EVEN CLASS OF 3000 FANS!!!!!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

@splashy900 @kxllboii @aquamarine-dream-queen @dayzsaclark @oscarandgrinchfan @moshywoosh @ilovescaredysquirrel2 @nuggetaubrey @sharkyy599 @nightkit92 @familyoffood @mysafespaceblog13 @thelazzyblogzz @sugar-miss1 @shrimpathizer @shypeachrunaway @iggyguyy @sayuri-does-skits @typical-sophie @peaceforpeople @ben5569 @itsmyaltaccountforshiitybloglol0 @ducktoonz903707 @artismeyou-12 @blackstar044 @acen402 @diego-r-the-artist-2009 @nia1sworld @rumplestiltsbear @s4gefr0g @beeware-of-lulu @leafith @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing @muppet-fan-frr @thegroovyskull @blo0st4r @vickymcsworld @fancytigercupcake And @muppet-fan-real And @cheezekennith

This isnt really something dangerous, but...

Y'all, we gotta give Class of 3000 some more attention!

I know I tagged y'all yesterday again in all the Melanie Martinez songs I relate to, but oh well ^/////^; And y'all gotta hear me out on this one

So, I have now gotten to deviantart again but without an account on my computer because I wanted to look at some class of 3000 fanart, And I noticed that theres mostly with The Main cast (sunny, lil' D, philly Phil, Madison, Eddie, tamika, kim And kam), And not really with other characters such as: Salieri, lil' G, Freddie, Brooklyn Bill, Addison, Bambi, jim And Jam, cheddar man "Charles", mila... Etc the characters I Drew. And lots of People in class of 3000 community fan-girl And fan-boy over Madison, And even make fetish arts out of her, not only her, but also kim And tamika. And that really bothered me... But its Nice that they made lots of funny, innocent And cute scenarios And fanart of class of 3000 Main cast, And I even saw FOUR fanarts of kaylie

But I wanna say that we all should make fanart of class of 3000 here too since muppets is mostly trending here on tumblr... And I say....

LETS SHINE SOME LIGHT ON CLASS OF 3000 TO BE ON TUMBLR FAMOUS TOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! =>v<= ✨🌟💥💥💥🎉🎉🎉🎉🔥🔥🔥

But no like, I really wanna see more fanart of class of 3000 characters, not only the Main cast, but even the characters I Drew for 'co3k: back to the SING!', im not forcing my loved ones in my tumblr family to do that tho, this is just an offer And an reminder because this is my wish too since eid Mubarak olsun is now gonna start on june 16th =^_^=

And if y'all wanna make fanart out of class of 3000 here on tumblr, y'all can use the deviantart link I now puted here on this post as inspirations, And even use 'co3k' And 'class of 3000' tag =^///^=

And! I was imagining class of 3000 in an anime style, And I have even saw two fanarts of anime styled class of 3000, one with Sunny, And one with Madison. =^/////^=

Even 'co3k: back to the SING!' will have the artstyles And movements between an cartoony And anime artstyle since I have both an 'anime-ish And cartoon-ish' artstyle, And I was thinking of giving Sunny his natural short hair, because its literal pain to draw his hair ^///^;

And from now on, I'll even use 'co3k' tag when posting class of 3000 related stuff too =^_^= but remember, my first tag of class of 3000 is still 'class of 3000'

And I really hope I'll see some class of 3000 fanarts here on tumblr too, since tumblr has always been my home since september 24th of 2022... 🤞😖🤞

And also!

~Heres some of my wishes about class of 3000 for this month since its gonna be eid Mubarak olsun~

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Number 1 - to see more class of 3000 characters fanart And even some scenarios of them, And possibly even in anime artstyle since Im planning to make them in anime artstyle

Number 2 - being asked about my class of 3000 AU's by my loved ones in my tumblr family or literally any class of 3000 fans that are curious about my class of 3000 AU's And even 'co3k: back to the SING!'

Number 3 - (before I start, if y'all wanna make class of 3000 fanarts similar to these I found on deviantart, just let me know that ya made them, either send me the post on private messages or even @ me in the post ^_^ And again, Im not forcing or anything. Just offering some love for class of 3000.) Seeing class of 3000 arts such as these from deviantart:

Crossover comics with class of 3000 And more characters y'all like ↑

Anime styled ↑

Headcanon or Canon ships ↑

Crossovers again ↑

Redraw scenes from the Show ↑ this example from ETAlternative I gave is probably from the Show or not ^^;

RP like drawn, something like "doki doki literature Club" And more anime RP games

Number 4 - Seeing fanarts of MY And even some canon class of 3000 ships here on tumblr

Number 5 - after making the Main cast of class of 4000, I wanna see some fanarts And RESPECT for my class of 4000 characters like for the moopets, whatnots, teppums And parodies

Number 6 - Seeing some class of 3000 cosplays, not only Sunny cosplays. And maybe even Seeing Salieri And his students cosplays

Number 7 - Seeing some class of 3000 fanfics And Journal stories, maybe even some from Anna @aquamarine-dream-queen

Number 8 - Seeing artworks And stories of class of 4000 characters, like, moony And his students (And dont worry, i'll draw philly phil's, tamika's, eddie's, kim And kam's whatnot Brothers And Sisters counterparts And the rest of the cast =^///^=)

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I know that thats a lot of wishes And desires I want for class of 3000, but they really need some attention and love like the muppets, And again, Im not forcing any of my loved ones in my tumblr family to do it, but I would be very flattered if they do these ^////^; 💛🧡

Thats all I have to say for this topic! I may make another post like this later =^_^=

I hope y'all will like this wishes And desires I have, And thanks for listening~ =^////^= 🧡💛♥️

[thatbanditqueen]

A Basic Training Snippet

Life has been very cruel and gotten between me and my favorite pastime... writing delusional scenarios in which I, I mean my original characters, dated Elvis Presley. So I thought for fun I would just share a very short snippet from the chapter of Basic Training I am working on, in which Elvis invites Bess to spend the weekend with him in Waco at the house of his friend, DJ and TV host Eddie Fadal.

This is very rough, I am not sure if it sounds like Elvis, I need to go back through it once I finish the chapter. I haven't even had anyone alpha this. However, I had at one point told @be-my-ally I would participate in the writing prompt "weather" and post Sunday (yesterday) and so this is my very pathetic attempt to just post something that at least mentions weather in passing...

If you want to read or catch up on this WIP you can find it here

“Well, you know I’m mainly a legs and ass man, through and through, but boy oh boy, Bessie is stacked. I tell ya what. Fa sho. I don’t know how it's possible, but they’re even bigger when you got ‘em in ya hands. Why you nodding Lamar, you ain’t ever gotten to second base, quit lyin.”

The rain had stopped by the time Bess opened her eyes again to find the bed empty, though she could still hear the drip drop of water through the hole. There it was, like an inverted nipple in the middle of the new glossy pink wall, a perfect round sphere with layers of drywall caved in around the edges where the firework had shot through. The smell of cigarettes wafted in from outside, along with a set of men's voices.  Bess was about to call to them when she heard Elvis say the word “Anita.”

There was laughter, then the sound of slaps and skids along concrete, as if a scuffle had broken out, followed by more laughter.

“Shit, but you’re wrong, Rex, cuz there are really only two types of girls. See, with ‘Nita, she is a good girl, but she puts it all on the table. If I’m happy, she’s happy, that’s all she wants. She let's it all hang out. All I gotta do is look at her and smile and she’s gonesville. But then, then there are the ones who keep it all tied up. You know, you saw it Lamar, when I come down here, Anita was ballin her damn eyes out. Now Bess, Bess’d never let you see her cry. Not if she can halp it. She plays it cool. But when you touch her you can feel her vibrating underneath that ice, jus enough to know her motor's running. And boy, when you get it going, what a motor. When she cries out, man, you know ya really earned it. Know what I mean?" 

There was some muffled laughter, and Bess couldn’t quite hear everything, but what she did hear made her face flush a deep crimson red.

“Oh, well I found out last night.  I swear, Bess tastes so fresh and sweet, I know I’m the first guy she let touch her.”

“Nah, a college girl?”

“What do you know, huh, lardass? Reckon I been with seventy five, no, I mean a hundred or more girls. Trust me, I know women, that girl spent college with her nose in her books.”

“Now you got your nose in her - OW - what the fuck?”

“I don’t wanna hear you talk bout her like that, got it?”

“But you just -”

“But you just, but you just, just mind ya goddamn manners.”

Bess sat there, unsure if she wanted to keep listening, but as she turned she was distracted by a dark set of eyes staring her from the doorway. She pulled the strap of her nightie up, and smoothed her hair back as she smiled at Janice Fadal.

“Mommy told me not to wake you up, so I’ve just been sitting here waiting. Ready to do my make up again?”

Bess nodded, relaxing as she stood and patted the little girl’s head.

“Sure, just let me get dressed, huh?’

Then Janice’s slick little tongue curved up and licked the bottom of Bess’ wrist.

“I don’t think you taste like ice cream at all. More like salt. “

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more to come, let me know what you think....

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[badcaseofcasey]

Steddie Soulmate/Met as Kids AU - Part 7 (The End) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

a/n: we’ve made it to the end, folks! I have had so much fun posting this and seeing all of your reactions as I went, so thanks for coming along on this ride with me! I’ll be posting the full fic to AO3 soon, so keep an eye out for that. Without further ado, the final installment (for now…)!

The next thing Steve knew, he was blinking back against the light, the room filled with a warm late morning sun. He and Eddie had gravitated towards each other during the night and he woke up with his arm slung low across Eddie’s hips. They were still facing each other so Steve could see Eddie’s peaceful expression as he slept.

Steve let out a huge sigh of relief when he felt Eddie’s breath moving his arm up and down where it rested. According to the clock on the nightstand, Steve had gotten a miraculous six hours of sleep without waking up from a nightmare or tossing and turning over worries about whether or not everyone was safe. Steve knew it was likely because the person he worried about the most had been lying safely next to him.

The other benefit to sharing a bed with Eddie was that he got to watch as the other man slowly woke, eyes scrunching up to keep out as much of the light as possible, to stay in his cocoon of sleep as long as he could. It was adorable, Steve didn’t mind admitting it, and he couldn’t help the smile across his features either.

“You see something you like?” Eddie asked, voice rough with sleep. “Just saying, it’s been a while since I’ve woken up to a pretty boy in my bed looking at me like that.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Take me out to dinner first, Munson.”

Eddie’s eyes slowly opened and Steve noticed, not for the first time, that they were the color of molten chocolate when the light hit them just right.

“Morning,” Steve said. “How do you feel?”

“Like a bunch of interdimensional hell beasts used me as a chew toy,” he responded. “But I feel less like that than I did yesterday, so I’m going to count it as a win.”

“Good,” Steve said.

They were both quiet for a few minutes, soaking in the warmth of the sun streaming in through the windows and of each other’s body in the bed next to them. Eventually, Eddie sighed and held his eyes open.

“I think I promised you a conversation,” Eddie began.

“That you did,” Steve said, steeling himself.

“I just want to know… What does all this mean to you?” Eddie asked. “Because for a long time, I had this idea in my head of what would happen when I found my soulmate again, but then we did see each other and it was… not like that. But recently, things have been different and I know you and I both aren’t the same kids we were at the park, or even the ones we were in high school. So.”

“So,” Steve agreed. “I see why you’d want to talk about that.”

“And I grew up with this image of my soulmate as this dragon slayer, the person who could battle away anything that was bothering me and make it all okay again. And not two weeks ago I watched you do literally that - with demobats instead of dragons, but still.”

Steve laughed slightly. He was suddenly self-conscious about where his arm rested on Eddie’s hip, but when he tried to pull it back, Eddie just scooted closer to keep Steve’s hand where it was. Eddie’s arm was steadfastly around Steve’s shoulders as it had been when they’d fallen asleep.

“And, to put it all out on the table,” Eddie continued, “because I literally almost died and that puts things in perspective like no other, let me tell you, and because I’m sick of not saying it anymore - I’ve kind of been falling steadily head over heels in love with you since I saw you kill a demobat with your teeth, and I don’t see that changing any time soon.”

Steve sucked in a breath, eyes wide. He wasn’t quite sure he had heard Eddie correctly. After everything he’d done to basically reject Eddie over the years, he hadn’t dreamed that Eddie could really love him. And yet, here Eddie was, admitting it out loud and without shame that he didn’t just love Steve, but that he was in love with him. And wasn’t that a miracle, in and of itself.

But Steve must have been processing in silence too long, because it was Eddie’s turn to try and pull away, muttering about how he didn’t expect anything, and how he knew that there were such a thing as platonic soulmates, and it was okay if Steve didn’t feel the same way - and that just wouldn’t do.

Steve used the hand on Eddie’s hip to keep him still and brought his other one up to cup Eddie’s cheek where it rested against the pillow and angle his face so that Steve could press their lips together in a sweet, but sure kiss.

Eddie sucked in a breath as soon as their lips touched and Steve could sense his surprise even before he pulled back to look at him.

“I’ve already got the one platonic soulmate,” Steve said. “And honestly, she’s kind of a handful. Not sure I could handle another.”

Eddie looked at Steve like he was a wondrous thing and huffed out a laugh. “Thank god. Because I was talking a big game about being fine with whatever you were ready for, but I think it honestly would have killed me if you had wanted to keep things friendly.”

“Definitely not,” Steve smiled before leaning in to kiss Eddie again, this time angling his body a bit more on top of Eddie’s so Eddie’s head could rest on the pillow.

They stayed like that for hours, swapping gentle kisses - and some not so gentle - and basking in the glow of being together and on the same page for the first time since they were kids in a park fighting dragons. 

Steve had nearly stopped in his tracks when he pushed Eddie’s shirt up to feel the warm, still-healing skin and saw his own handwriting snaking along Eddie’s rib cage. Eddie had been right - there were a few letters missing and a few others stretched into scar tissue, but they were still perfect to Steve, and it felt like a punch to the gut to see them there for the first time, proof that Steve hadn’t lost Eddie after all.

Eventually, they would leave the safety and stillness of their bed to start their day, running into Wayne in the kitchen who gave them a knowing look when they arrived together from the downstairs bedroom. They would find their way around each other, adjusting when needed to fit the other into their respective lives. Eddie never did move out of Steve’s place, even when he was fully-healed, not until they all moved out - Wayne to his new trailer, furnished by a shady wing of the US government, Eddie and Steve to their first apartment together.

And though the rest of the dragons they would face were of the metaphorical kind rather than the interdimensional hell beast variety, they would always face them together.

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[wildlife4life]

Fuck-it Inspiration Saturday

Tagged yesterday and today by @fortheloveofbuddie, @spotsandsocks, @disasterbuckdiaz, @jeeyuns, @eowon, @theotherluciferr, @thewolvesof1998, @wikiangela @try-set-me-on-fire, @devirnis @forthewolves You are all so amazing!

I have been trying to write the past few days, but with the NFL back, my mood and mind set to write is affected by how games go for my favorite team. And they lost the other night and I couldn't really redirect that anger into my writing lol. I am so much calmer now and will be back to writing. But for now I will drop this moodboard that I made to help get me back into NFL Buck and a tiny snippet. Enjoy!

“You know I would love to meet your team, finally try your Captain’s cooking that you’ve bemoaning about, see Hen and Chimney’s antics, even help pick on Ravi.”  Eddie reaches over, placing his hand over both of Buck’s, making him look up, those blue eyes oh so big and misty with melancholy, “I want to be there for you, be a part of the world that brought you to me. I want it so much, but…” “Being a part of my world, means you lose what brought me to you, what we have fought so hard for these past 10 years.” Eddie finishes and Buck hums a sad note of agreement.  “I want all that too, you know I do. And someday we’ll get there.  Someday you’ll get to visit my firehouse, attend a team cookout, have friends you don’t have to lie to daily, and even have more than one cheat day from your meal plan. But we agreed, live out the dream you’ve held onto since Maddie first strapped on that peewee football helmet.  Hoist that Lombardi and get that gaudy ring. Then we reopen dialogue, reassess, and figure out if your world is ready for the true Evan Buckley.” Eddie reassures, reminding Buck of every other discussion they’ve had about, keeping their lives separate outside their home, keeping their love a secret. The quarterback blows out a wet breath, airing out his sadness then nods, “All dreams are being lived, with this one,” He frees one of his hands and taps over the tattoo on Eddie’s chest three times, “Hidden for now and it’s the best we can have with society as it is.” Eddie gives him a soft smile, “Exactly.” He returns the three taps to Buck’s matching tattoo with the hand not tangled with his boyfriend’s, “I love you so much and that love makes all the lies, and secrets and awkward conversations worth it.”

Hope you all enjoyed! If you want to see other posts and snippets from NFL Buck just go here.

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[pxrxcxa]

Boy next door

✶ One shot

Pairing | Eddie x fem reader

Post summary | Eddie catches and interrupts his neighbour during her ‘alone time’, - so he promises that he won’t tell anyone about what he saw if she lets him watch her finish.

What to expect | 18 + so minors DNI, Perv!Eddie, Dom!Eddie. ‘O’ denial. Some degrading language ( he calls you a slut once and then it’s sweetheart from then on out)

Post Warnings | Pure Smut.

Word count | 3.5 K Word Count.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | you guys have no idea what a pain in the ass it is to write this in my fking notes app - so I really hope you enjoy and appreciate this 😂😭😭 I could never stop writing for you all though 😏🥺

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The whirring sound increased as my shaking hand slid the button on the sex toy between my legs up to the second level, making my head dig into the mattress as my shoulders arched into the air. Overwhelming pleasure shot up through my frame as I pressed the vibrating head into my slit harder, rolling it back and forth over my throbbing bud that was begging for more.

The thin, aging walls of the trailer didn’t offer much recluse, but I couldn’t help myself. My neighbour, long time friend and recent star of my never ending sex dreams - Eddie Munson had joined my roommates and I to watch our weekly horror movie on the floor of our small living room last night. The fat joint passed between our lips had hindered my thoughts, stealing my attention from the low budget effects of blood and gore spread across our small static tv screen.

My legs curled up against my stomach as the toy slipped between my weeping folds, vibrations flamed throughout the lower half of my body as my hand moved to pinch at my hardened nipples, imagining that my soft warm hands were strong, deft fingers covered in bulky silver rings instead. The images of yesterday flashed to the fore front of my mind as I writhed mercilessly under my own arm, pretending that our movie night finished in a different ending.

Eddie was lounged across the floor on his back beneath where I was curled up on our rickety couch opposite my room mates cuddling on the other end of it, my eyes had raked the solid planes of his body as I took advantage over his attention glued to the screams and murderous sounds screeching from the tv set. I’d been fine until he’d raised his arms above his head, exposing a milky white strip of skin above the belt of his jeans as he rolled his hips into the air.

I’d stopped breathing as the rise and fall of his chest made the line of his pants fall lower, unmasking a dark line of a snail trail that disappeared into its beckoning depths. I’d clutched the thin blanket draped around my legs closer to me, sure that the throbbing between my thighs had its own beacon as I tried to hide my struggle.

Eddie, damn him, had no idea about his hold on me as he turned his face to the side and gave me a cheeky half smirk, raising his eyes brows in a ‘you all good’ silent question.

No I wasn’t ‘all good’, and as his biceps flexed as he placed his hands behind his head and ran his tongue over his lips, turning back to the screen, I’d wanted to run down the hall, rip my vibrator from where it was plugged in charging beside my bed, and pretended once again the the silicone toy was Eddie running his tongue along my wet pussy and his hands wrapping around my neck.

It had felt like forever before the screen turned black and my roommates rose from the couch with groans and muttered goodbyes as they headed to bed. I’d hesitated to stand up with them, scared the the growing throbbing between my legs as I struggled to keep my eyes off Eddie, had soaked through the thin fabric of my pyjama shorts.

He’d saved me the embarrassment by leaving first, I swore I’d practically jumped out of my skin as he reached up to grip my knee as he launched up from the ground, using my leg to push off as he stumbled to his feet.

Eddie, completely oblivious to the turmoil I was suffering under his gaze, had just held out his fist and smiled goodbye as he headed home to his trailer across the road. As soon I closed the door behind him and slid the lock into place, I tripped over my feet in my hurry to get to my room, lightening my footsteps as I passed my roommates room directly next to mine.

They had the decency to keep it quiet when I was around, so it was with deep loathing and effort, that I shut my vibrator away until I was alone and made do with my fingers.

It just wasn’t as good though, I hadn’t been able to make myself finish, even with the vivid mental picture of Eddie hovering above me and whispering about all the dirty things he wanted to do with me, raging though my mind as my finger tips slipped against the wetness between my folds, rolling harshly over my throbbing clit as I tried to force my orgasm.

I’d wanted to scream with frustration as it evaded me, so as soon as I’d heard my housemates ancient car roar to life at the crack of dawn, I’d snatched the pink wand from my side table draw and had it between my thighs as I wriggled out of my panties.

The instant pleasure as I hastily held down the on button and held my breath impatiently, flooded me in a way I’d never felt before as I played in my mind from the beginning, the sexual fantasy I’d conjured up of my neighbour.

My head lolled back as my vibrator sent a zapping throughout my frame, making every muscle in my body clench as I pressed the toy harder against my clit, almost painfully as the sensations in my nerves electrified. My abdomen coiled in the familiar release as the buzzing deepened, screaming out in protest as I pushed it past its limits.

Slick dripped down my thighs and between my folds, drenching the sheets beneath me as my breathing turned to gasps and stars burst behind my closed eyes.

I was close.

So fucking close.

My arms began to shake as I gripped the vibrating hilt with two hands, my back arched off the bed as I curled up in the air. The distant sound of a wire door smacking back on it’s hinges broke through my concentration, and panic shot through me before I remembered that my roommates were at work for at least a couple more hours and I’d definitely locked the door anyway, I knew the walls were as thin as paper and it was probably just the deaf old women next door.

I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and ignored it, picturing Eddie’s rough fingers gliding over my thighs and lightly playing with my aching pussy, he’d glance up at me with his cheeky half smile and make some witty comment about how wet I was. I groaned and rolled my hips up against the vibrator, tensing as my impending orgasm crept up like a tsunami wave.

“Eds…” I mumbled into the crook of my arm, gasping and biting into the soft patch of skin there as I jolted.

“Ahh fuck Eddie.” My free hand that trembled, rushed lightly as a feather across my skin to crush the sides of my throat, the lack of air adding the mounds of pleasure.

“Hey y/n you got a lighter I can borrow - fuck”

“EDDIE” my scream wasn’t in pleasure, but in shock as my bedroom door flung open to reveal my thoughts in real time. The joint he’d held up in anticipation tumbled to the floor as his hands shot up to cover his face, his cheeks tuning a deep red beneath his fingers.

I’d thrown the vibrator away in my surprise as I scrambled to rip up the loose sheets to cover my half naked body and the incriminating scene, it fell between the wooden side panel of my bed and chest of draws where it buzzed embarrassingly louder then ever. With a stream of horrified “oh my god”s I reached down and fumbled with the off button for an ungodly amount of time, hiding in my hair as a bundle of profanities rushed to my lips.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I screeched, sitting up into a crossed legged position as I chanced a glance at him, his face was screwed in what I panicked was disgust as his tongue ran over his lips.

“I needed a lighter - what are you doing!” He shot back, hovering in the door way as his feet shuffled back and forth uncertainly.

“Gardening genius, what does it look like?” My usual sarcasm dripped through to mask my horror at being caught.

“I - uh - well. Is it safe now?” His words made me blush deeply.

“Yes oh my god Eddie, it’s safe.” I breathed a half hearted laugh as he peaked through his fingers, lowering his hands as he avoided my gaze.

“I uh um knocked, but I guess you didn’t hear me.” His eyes raked over my scarcely hidden body beneath the flimsy sheet, before flashing away quickly when I caught his stare lingering.

“How did you even get in here? The door was locked.” I scolded, tightening the cotton fabric under my arms.

“It was.” He grinned, shrugging his shoulders at his invasive antics.

There was a loaded pause that hung heavy in the air between us as my breathing slowed and his stance relaxed slightly. My thighs slipped against each other from the slick pooling between my legs as I fidgeted, chagrin flowing through me over my vulnerable position.

“Okay… well there’s a lighter on my desk that you can keep Ed’s.” I waved my hand towards the corner of my room, watching his hands flex at his sides.

But still, he didn’t move.

“I… heard you.” He admitted, his sheepish grin crinkling his eyes as mine shot up to meet them.

“What?” I exclaimed, embarrassment choking me.

“I heard what you said… or moaned I guess.” He crossed his arms as he leant against the open door frame.

“Oh my god Eddie I didn’t mean for you to-“

“Yea that’s right. ‘Eddie’, I heard you.” He nodded his head with a smirk as I stared back in shock, speechless.

“Hey I mean it’s okay. But do you wanna tell me what that’s about?” His smile slid from his face as I sat motionless and silent like I could melt through the wall behind me to disappear.

“… or not. I just thought that there might be something you wanted to tell me.” He shrugged his shoulders down at me again, laughing as he hesitated in the doorway, his usual confident cockiness returning the longer I trembled under his stare.

Maybe there was, and maybe under different circumstances where booze and drugs were involved, I would admit to him that he and those dammed dark eyes were what kept me up at night, but I’d be dammed if I was going to tell him right now when he had the upper hand.

“Screw you Munson.” I snapped, the last lingering fragments of my embarrassment leaving my body and anger replacing it.

“You better not say anything to anyone or EVER bring this up to me” I groaned, covering my blazing face with my hands.

“Wanna make a deal?” His voice was gruff and filled with something unfamiliar to me. I stole a quick peek at him through my fingers before hiding away again.

“Whatever… I just figured that you didn’t get to finish and you might want to.” I didn’t stop to consider his words and their meaning behind them before I bit back at him.

“Yeah well maybe when I get a fucking moment of privacy I will.” My frustration made my retort flow easier.

“Can I watch?”

“What?”

“Can I watch you finish?” His words were slow and precise, so that I didn’t miss a single syllable. His eyes flashed with something sinister as I gasped, staring down at where my fingers loosened around the sheet gripped to my chest. He waited patiently for my answer, standing frozen as a flurry of emotions played across my face.

“That’s the deal. Take it or leave it. I get to watch you finish… or I’m walking up and down the entire trailer park with a banner telling them what a dirty, horny slut y/n is.” His smirk was so cocky and confident, like he already knew my answer.

My fantasy - or something very close to it - was coming to life, and for the first time in mine, I didn’t have a witty comeback.

I searched his face to see if he was serious, nerves fluttering through me as my clit throbbed excitedly. He stared back unchangingly, almost waiting for permission as I sat undecidedly.

His dark raging eyes, as they ran over my entire body like he was seeing me - really seeing me- for the first time, made the choice for me.

I blindly reached out beside me as my gaze never left his to fumble for the cold metal I tossed away earlier, Eddie’s Adams apple rolled nervously as I uncrossed my legs and leaned back against the pillow, stretching out as the sheet fluttered and rested over the curves of my body.

With shaking hands I held back down on the on button, quickly hiding it beneath the white fabric that protected me from Eddie’s prying eyes.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

That Eddie was standing right there and watching me get myself off. I felt like I should have been more embarrassed and cautious, but as I moved the pulsing vibrator back between my legs, all my inhibitions were thrown out the window. I tossed my head back as I grinded my hips down into the mattress, letting my lips form into an ‘o’ as my nose scrunched.

My orgasm had slipped through my fingers before, but as I ran the sex toy up and down my folds, collecting the wetness that pooled beneath me, it rushed back without failure. As I let the first unintentional gasp fall past my lips, I heard Eddie’s sneakers brush against the carpet.

He’d moved, almost like he didn’t mean to, to stand at the end of the bed between my legs, his hand had travelled down the bulge beneath his straining jeans, palming against his hardness. His eyes - flaring with intimidating urgency - flashed up to meet mine as I faltered beneath the sheet.

“I said ‘watch’ sweet heart, y’ain’t exactly putting on a show here.” His words shot through me like a knife of toxicity, they should have made me end the whole thing there, but it spurred me forward.

Erotic moans and whimpers passed my lips with ease - almost porn worthy as I tried to prove his teasing wrong - as I let the cotton fabric slip down my chest, a deep growl rose in Eddie’s chest as I wrapped my fingers around my hard nipple, pulling and twisting as pleasurable pain shot through me. I hissed as the vibrations made my pussy scream in frustration as I shakily slid the toy up to its highest setting.

I’d thrown my head back so I didn’t see him, but I felt the mattress groan and roll under his weight as he kneeled on the end of it between my covered legs. I snapped my eyes open in surprise and accusations as he hesitated, a moment of clarity flashing across his face as I shook beneath him. He had his fist clenched around a hand full of the sheet besides my knee, his gaze probing mine in a consentful question as he waited patiently.

I nodded ever so slightly as I bit my lip and anticipation curled within me, Eddie didn’t spare a second as he tore the sheet off of me, letting it flutter to the ground behind him as his eyes devoured the sight of me melting beneath him.

I snapped my thighs closed with a wet slap as his stare traced down my naked body, with a feather light touch as the vibrator blared between us, he tranced his fingers down my legs, allowing me plenty of time to tell him to stop. But his hands didn’t move towards mine like I thought - like I wanted him to - instead they moved across the shivering skin of my knees, curving down my soft calves as his fingers hooked around my panties trapped between my ankles.

My gasp of shock was stolen from me as the invisible coil tightened inside of me, Eddie ripped the leopard print fabric and brought it to his face, inhaling deeply as his eyes rolled back in his head. The sight of him doing something do dirty almost had me falling to pieces right then and there.

“Fuck you smell so good y/n, wanna taste you. Maybe later, you need to finish.”

“Ahhh fuck Eddie - I can’t I can’t.” Yes I could, my moan of protest was more referring to how I couldn’t handle what he was doing to me, it was all too much. He was still completely dressed and had barely touched me but I was still coming undone at the sight of him. The coil tightened even further as the body wrecking end rushed towards me. I practically screamed as Eddie flung himself over me.

“I can.” He grunted against my bare skin. All manners were forgotten as he sat back up and hooked my right leg over his shoulder, his quick, experienced hands replacing mine as he buried the vibrator further against my glistening pussy.

I squeezed my eyes shut as the overwhelming pleasure wracked me and became the forefront of all my senses. Tears sprung to the corner of my eyes as he switched between pressing the silicone head against the oversensitive bud and cruelly ripping it away every time I tensed and bunched up.

“Oh fuck Eddie. PLEASE.” I screamed out, tearing at the sheets beside me as I grinded my hips up into the air pointlessly, finding no purchase as he held the vibrator high in the air teasingly.

“Not yet sweetheart.” He laughed against my ankle, turning his head to place a soft, wet kiss along my sensitive skin. But he relented, bringing it back down between my legs as I let out a thankful moan, the glowing, golden feeling threatening to drown me instantly. I gasped and shivered as I felt the tips of his fingers graze between my soaking folds.

He barely noticed the hold he had on me, he had brought my panties back to his nose as he rocked with the motions he was playing against my mound, groaning into the wet fabric as I reached out to wrap my hands around his wrist, swearing.

I felt a painful ache against my thigh as I glanced down, Eddie had started to hump against it, his large cock screaming against his tight jeans had left a wet patch there. I didn’t mind, in fact watching him use my body for his own means was single handedly hurtling me towards my orgasm at lightning speed.

I felt my fluttering walls throb and curl around nothing as it ripped through me, making me arch against the bed like I was in a scene from the exorcist. Bliss exploded through me as I screamed his name, each time he’d denied me my release and my frustrations from the last twenty four hours, made it that much more sweeter, it felt like it lasted for hours as the high finally came down and my vision cleared.

Eddie has dropped his grip from around my ankle, pressing my panties against his crotch as he thrusted forward faster against my leg, the bed rocked beneath us with his movements. With a final gasp he curled over my shaking frame, pulling my now cum soaked panties away from him to reveal a large, dark stain against his jeans.

His eyes filled with lust, flicked up to meet my awe struck ones as a smirk played on his lips. I stayed still - or at least couldn’t move - as he leant up to place a sweet kiss to my forehead, shoving the wet fabric between my shuddering lips. He laughed as an aftershock flinched through my body, the taste of our mixed essences flooded my mouth.

The lining of his jacket grazed my bare skin as he straightened up, I didn’t dare look at him as my body collapsed further against my bed, focusing on the crack in the ceiling above me as his voiced drifted through the roaring in my ears.

“I look forward to the next time I catch you sweetheart.”

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Also Readers - if anyone is looking for a slow burn Eddie x y/n, check out my Opposite Ends series.

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[hippolotamus]

get to know your fic writer

tagged by the lovely and talented @stereopticons @jesuisici33 @heartshapedvows @wikiangela Thank you mwah! 😘

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

July 24, 2021

First character(s) you wrote for:

I had always written for OCs and never considered writing for established characters until I met David and Patrick from Schitt's Creek. After a few months of reading SC fics I finally wrote something of my own.

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Currently Buck and Eddie, but I also write for Alexis/Twyla and David/Patrick

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

I’m not sure I have any? Technically I’ve not really written Lucy before so exploring that currently is interesting. Does that count?

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

911, Schitt's Creek

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Currently Buck and Lucy but I also love writing David and Stevie.

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Buck/Eddie, Alexis/Twyla, David/Patrick

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Fluff, First kiss, POV David Rose

Your current platform where you post your works:

AO3

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

This is a future scene that I don’t think really spoils anything. But I love it and what I’m not sharing made me ugly cry so…

Buck cups his cheek, pressing a gentle kiss there. He gets a grunt in response that makes him chuckle under his breath. “Sleep well, sweetheart.”

Stiff, achy joints make getting out of bed much more of a process than it used to be. Eventually he swings his legs over the mattress and puts on his slippers. After relieving himself, he shuffles to the kitchen for breakfast.

The routine hasn’t changed much in the years since they retired. A few more prescriptions have found their way into the medicine cabinet, and neither one of them eats a hearty meal like they used to. But Buck still starts by turning on the radio and getting coffee ready for when Eddie wakes up, the same way he has for decades.

While the coffee maker gurgles, dripping the precious liquid into the pot below, Buck gets his own breakfast ready. He pulls out a container of plain yogurt, then some berries Chris brought from the market yesterday. Slowly, steadily Buck assembles a small bowl with his ingredients, topping it off with honey and granola. Before he takes it to the table he fills a mug with coffee, cream and sugar for himself, and sets an extra mug out for Eddie.

An old country song he can’t remember the name of anymore plays on the radio. The singer croons about a Mexican maiden and a young cowboy, wild as the Texas wind. Buck looks to the doorway and smiles to himself thinking about the young cowboy who swept him off his feet so long ago.

Eddie’s hair has turned completely gray, coffee brown eyes have dulled, surrounded by wrinkles and crow’s feet, and there’s nothing quick about his movements anymore. Not that Buck’s any better. It doesn’t stop him from seeing the ruggedly handsome man with the devastating smile that could always stop Buck in his tracks.

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“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

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Season 7 FANON Speculation: 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 is now available on AO3.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Currently 27 chapters completed: 1.097M Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 27 of emotionally distraught Buck and Eddie after Buck prepares to admit he's ready to face his death after having avoided it for 10 months.

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“EDDIE!” He screams then he hiccups on a sob but he does his best to keep talking so he can explain. “I—I don’t know how to pro—cess it. I got struck by light—ning and—and uh… I—I DIED!”

While looking at his husband, his eyes begin to rapidly move around like he’s searching for an answer and once realization sets in, he continues. “Then you… you had to…” He trails off again as his eyes widen even more and the look in them changes to something that resembles sheer horror and fear. His mouth falls open and all the words he wants to say come to a screeching halt inside of his mind.

Immediately, silence fills their bedroom, it’s deafening and the mood gets heavier but Eddie remains directly in his husband’s line of sight, so he’ll know he’s right in front of him.

Their eyes are locked on each other’s and after a few seconds pass, Buck breaks the sound barrier and yells, “OH MY GOD!”

Eddie can tell all the pieces to the puzzle from the night Buck died are falling into place but since Buck was dead, everything he knows about those three minutes and seventeen seconds was told to him by someone else including Eddie. Imagining how terrifying it must be for him sends a shockwave through his body and he fully understands how upsetting this is especially since he remembers all the feelings he experienced every time he remembered being shot. But there’s a difference since he was in and out of consciousness and he remembers bits and pieces of the things that happened and the blanks were filled in by Buck. Instead of remembering some of it, Buck’s only been told by other people what happened to him and having all those thoughts bombard his frontal lobe at the same time has to be overwhelming.

All he wants to do is take the pain away and with all his attention focused on his husband, he calmly says, “I love you and it’s ok because I’m right here with you. Always and forever, remember?”

Buck lowers his eyes like he does whenever he feels like he should have been able to fix it but Eddie’s not going to let him blame himself for something that’s not his fault. He softly suggests, “Amore mio, guardami”. [“My love, look at me”.]

He slowly raises his eyes and when they meet his husband’s, he shatters and falls forward but Eddie catches him just like he did yesterday. He’s crying so hard he’s hyperventilating and Eddie’s trying to calm him because he doesn’t want him to become unresponsive and fall into a state of unconsciousness again.

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

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 - After Buck resumes therapy, he’ll continue to face the fact that he “DIED” in March 2023 and during those sessions, he’ll learn about the 7 stages of grief. As he continues his healing journey, Eddie will be right by his side just like he promised and the Diaz family will start to deal with their three minutes and seventeen seconds loss as a family.

Chapter 28 - Will be posted soon.

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[avatarskywalker78]

It's Work in Progress Wednesday and I've been trying to make a dent in my WIP list!! I completed and uploaded the Wario centric one yesterday and I've been trying to make some headway into the others using the advice from the WIP clearout post. The first extract is from my 'Alex & Daniel' wip - where Daniel Sousa offers to look after an eight-year-old Alex Thompson for the day, and is a little apprehensive about it.

Daniel would like to say that he didn’t know how he’d been talked into this, but that would be a lie – he’d been talked into it because the Thompsons were practically family and had asked for this favour, and because Peggy was too busy at SHIELD to help look after Alex for the day, so it had been left up to him.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t had to look after children before, of course, but still, he couldn’t help but be a little nervous – he’d only looked after Alex a handful of times and those had been when she was very small, not the bouncy eight-year-old who’d be coming to stay for a few hours, and there was always a worry about having to look after someone else’s child. Especially the granddaughter of one of his closest friends. Plus, he wasn’t exactly getting any younger here, so he wouldn’t be able to keep up as much as he might’ve done back in the day – and he already felt exhausted as Sophia parked the car and Alex came running over with a speed he envied. “Uncle Daniel!” She rushed towards him and for a second he feared she was about to leap at him and expect him to catch her because that really would send him crashing to the floor— She didn’t. She did, however, knock the wind out of him and almost bowl him over with the force of the resulting hug. “Oof.” “Sorry!” She jumped back, apologetic. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Mom says I get too overexcited sometimes.” “I’m fine.” He assured her as he got his breath back, Sophia coming over and looking faintly amused. “Nothing wrong with a hug, kiddo, you just gotta be a little careful - you could’ve knocked me flying.” “Sorry.” She hugged him gentler this time. “I’ve just been looking forward to this for ages.” “I got that.” He said with a laugh, returning the hug. “It’s great to see you too, Alex.”

I have identified a couple of the main blocks; not only have I not watched the source material for a few years, but...I also don't have a clear plan for the fic!! Which isn't helpful, but now I know I can work on it - I've already found both seasons so a rewatch will be a great help (and not just for this one).

Another one I've been working on is...the Sad Westhallen Fic!! Which might not be as sad as it originally was - Barry's still dead but the bulk of the fic is going to be his friends and family sharing all the good memories they have and celebrating his life - but, of course, Eddie and Iris are still dealing with the loss, compounded by the fact their twins have basically no memories of their dad.

It wasn't meant to be like this. Days after Eddie had been freed from captivity, days after Barry, Oliver, and Teams Flash and Arrow brought down Eobard and called in Rip Hunter to see justice served, that had been when he'd finally start to believe - at least a little - that maybe, maybe things would get better. It had been far from easy, of course - Eddie and Iris's relationship was...not on hold, exactly, but any talk of marriage was shelved for the time being until he got the help he needed, which had made sense, of course, but...part of him had worried that she'd choose Barry in the end after all, because the other man was kind and brave and unflinching, someone who would treat Iris right and all Eddie had ever, ever wanted was for Iris to be happy. And if Barry was the one to make her happy... Who was he to stand in the way of that? Course, this had been a symptom of his depression, and once he'd started going to therapy he'd realised how spectacularly untrue it was. Iris and Barry were nothing but supportive the whole time and Iris assured him that she still loved him and always would. She wasn't going anywhere - and neither was Barry. This had made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside - and he'd finally had to admit that yes, he was in love with Barry too, and had been for some time.

This one needs a rewatch too, so it'll either be this or Agent Carter that I rewatch after I finished OUAT S1.

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @starstruckpurpledragon @dream-beyond-the-fantasy @daughter-of-melpomene

[steviestits]

WIP Wednesday - By the Pricking of My Thumb Ch4 Part 1

From now on, going to be posting previews of what I have of the fics that weren't originally posted to my Tumblr on Wednesdays. The first three chapters are here on Ao3 if you wish to read them.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: T Summary: After Jonathan bashed Steve's head into the pavement, Steve remembered he had powers, setting off a chain reaction from Nancy breaking up with him early to certain enemies showing up sooner than expected.

Coming back into consciousness, Steve felt as if his head was about to explode, like he’d just healed from a major injury. He didn’t know how he’d been injured, though. The last thing he remembered was Eddie apologizing to him behind the arcade then the rest was blank. He didn’t hear Eddie now and only heard the sound of a coffee pot gurgling in the distance, which he shouldn’t have heard since his bedroom was on the second floor, furthest from the kitchen.

Steve opened his eyes then glanced around, recognizing the space instantly. It was his bedroom, but not the one in the house that belonged to the government. When the weather had warmed up, Hopper built an addition onto the hunting cabin, hoping that Steve would use it whenever he needed a break. However, Steve hadn’t. He felt like he was intruding since Hopper was El’s dad, not his, and he didn’t want to become a third wheel yet again.

The room wasn’t large, only able to fit a full-size bed, work desk, and armoire. There were some shelves on the beige walls, for his sports trophies Hopper had said, though they were still empty since Steve never planned on using the room. Everything in the room was empty without even a comforter on the bed, but it was a different kind of empty than the one he was used to back at the other house. This room was empty in an expectant sort of way, as if it was waiting for someone to add personal touches to it.

Though, if Steve was here, that meant something had to have happened since he wouldn’t have left the kids at the arcade alone. And since Hopper was involved, he was sure that the kids got home safely, which was at least one thing he didn’t have to worry about. What he did have to worry about, though, was Eddie, since at some point, Hopper had gotten involved. Had Eddie’s apology gone wrong somehow? Did Steve piss him off enough to the point where it came to blows? He guessed he could ask Hopper, but that would involve leaving his bed.

Fate wasn’t on his side, however, as a knock on the door sounded before it slowly opened to reveal El. She toed her way into the room, edging in carefully, worry etched into her face. She was different than when they met for the first time after her escape. It wasn’t only that her hair had grown out or that her face was a little fuller, but also that she didn’t look at Steve like he was a stranger any longer. They were siblings again.

“Okay?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Steve assured her. “What about you? You okay?”

“Better now.” El smiled brightly. “Hop made breakfast. Come eat.”

“Triple decker extravaganza?” When she nodded excitedly, Steve laughed. “Why am I not surprised? Tell Hop I’ll be right there.”

El smiled, showing she understood, then left, not bothering to close the door behind her. She most likely felt as if she didn’t need to, assuming that Steve would follow her directly to the breakfast table. Steve, however, couldn’t as he had to change his shirt first since he was dressed in the same clothes he wore yesterday. He figured he could get away with wearing his jean again, but the shirt would be too obvious.

There was a second-hand dresser shoved against the wall, and Steve rose out of bed then walked over to it. The drawers were filled with spare clothes, so he wouldn’t have to pack if he ever needed to lie low from the suits. He chose a maroon long-sleeved shirt with blue stripes, feeling that the color suited, and changed into it quickly.

A mirror hung above the dresser, which Steve used to check his hair. He grimaced when he noticed how wildly out of place each strand was and attempted to use his fingers to style his hair into something that didn’t resemble a bird’s nest. Despite his best efforts, though, Steve only seemed to be making it worse, finding that he couldn’t get the same hold without his hair spray.

“Jesus, kid, you’re going to make yourself go bald pulling at it like that.”

Looking over his shoulder, Steve saw Hopper standing in the doorway. The police chief looked awkward, trying to appear casual, though there was a tension in stance that couldn’t be missed. His brow was also furrowed, possibly with worry, making Steve question what had happened last night and how he ended up here.

“Do you have a brush I could borrow?” Steve asked instead. “You know, so I don’t go bald.”

“Yeah, I do. Go sit at the table and eat before your waffles get cold. I’ll bring it over afterwards.”

“Fine. Fine. I get the message. I’m going. I’m going.”

Hopper grunted in acknowledgement then stepped aside to allow Steve to pass. Steve tried one last time to fix his hair on his own but quickly gave up when his efforts proved fruitless. He did as Hopper suggested and left the room to join El at the breakfast table, who was sitting eagerly in her seat, waiting for Steve’s arrival.

There was an extra chair at the table, clearly squeezed in to make room for him, and a third plate filled with waffles and whip cream. If he allowed himself such fantasies, then he’d think that maybe he could be a part of their family. Steve knew better by now, though. The facility would never let him go, never let him have anyone besides his handlers as parents. At least El got to have a family outside the other numbers, friends that she found on her own, and El being happy was enough for him.