#pining eddie my beloved

[lover-of-mine]

And I'm yours, but you're not mine...

Inspired by @bucksbackwardcap

[faethfigueroth]

lovely to sit between comfort and chaos

[exhuastedpigeon]

I am desperate for bitchy interactions between Eddie and Josh at the wedding. Maybe even Josh saying something about how cute Buck and Tommy are and how he always figured it Buck was queer he'd end up with Eddie, but Tommy's hotter than Eddie anyway.

And Eddie's just so hungover and he and Buck had some really intense eye contact at the bachelor party and he thinks they might have even snuggled? and fuck he still has a girlfriend but he's pretty sure he's in love with Buck???

So Eddie says something like I'm not surprised at all that you don't have a date before he walks away to wallow in self pity talk to Hen and Karen.

But Josh clocks the longing looks that Eddie is giving Buck and Buck is giving Eddie. He decides to leave it alone for now because yeah he wants more queer love in the world but he's going to let Eddie pine for a bit before he smacks some sense into him.

[lonelychicago]

because, evan— by pining idiot, eddie diaz.

[menace-behaviour]

Buck: I think I’ve really started to fall in love with Tommy and I want to plan something special so he knows how I feel about him.

Eddie: You’re not planning another Hot Air Balloon joy-ride disaster, are you?

Buck: God no, but since you and Tommy get along so well, can you help me figure out a nice date for him?

Eddie: I mean the two of you could maybe just like take turns stabbing me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

your honor they're everything

[elvensorceress]

Sunday Sentences

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from the Unless finale

Eddie leans in closer, pressing harder, more securely against Buck from shoulders to thighs. “I wanted you,” he whispers and leaves a light brush of a kiss on Buck’s lips. “I want you.”

Buck holds onto him but leans to the side to look at him with a puzzled expression on his face. “You want me?”

What sort of question is that? No, Eddie does this all the time to everyone. He’s the one stealing firetrucks and hooking up in bar bathrooms. Because those are things Eddie would do. When he can’t even talk about having sex even with the man he loves without panicking. Whatever. Of course he wants Buck. “Do you think I don’t?”

“N-no. No, I don’t mean. I mean— what? What do you mean?”

Eddie means this is the strangest conversation he and Buck have ever had. Which says a fucking lot. “What do you think I mean? I want you. I wanted more. I wanted you to stay. You and your hard-on. We could have—” Eddie’s still not sure where they might’ve landed on the they could have had sex spectrum. But it would have been something more than Buck running to jerk off alone because he was too turned on and thought it wasn’t welcome. “I mean maybe you aren’t ready to have sex yet. I get that. We haven’t even said if we’re dating dating and it’s only been hours that we’ve been together. So… maybe this was better. Maybe we should wait. But…” 

But he doesn’t know how to finish that thought other than Buck should have stayed. He needs Buck to stay. He wants Buck with him. He wants to take care of him and love him and be good for him. 

Buck blinks at him then leans back even further and stares with a scrunched look of trying to do complicated math and failing at it. He even holds up a hand like he needs a teacher to call on him and answer his questions. “What? I just. I don’t understand. What do you—what?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’?” 

“I mean who are you and what have you done with Eddie and I don’t know what you mean by, I want you. And we should wait? And you think I’m not ready to have sex yet? Why do you think we’re going to have sex? What do you want with me? Of me? What do you— w-what do you want when you say, you want me?”

What else might it mean? Were they not just making out all over the kitchen? Is it not obvious? Eddie didn’t think he would have to spell it all the way out. But maybe direct and to the point is the best approach? 

He rests both his hands on Buck’s chest. His very soft, very warm, very muscled and beautiful chest with his beautiful beating heart that Eddie swears he can feel racing beneath his fingers. “Buck,” he says slowly, passionately, with as much warmth and love as he can possibly pour into his words. “I want to have sex with you.” 

It doesn’t quite have the reaction Eddie was expecting. Or hoping for. Not that he knows exactly what he thought might happen, but Buck just blinks at him like Eddie’s suddenly confessed he was wrong and actually does believe in jinxes and the “q-word curse” and other stupid superstitions. 

But he’s not the one who responds to Eddie’s declarative wanting anyway. 

“Uhhh. If you’re going to do that, can you not do it in the kitchen,” Chris says from the doorway. “I eat here. We all eat here. It would have to be some kind of health hazard violation.”

Chris is leaning against the doorway. Without his crutches. Which somehow makes him far too stealthy and quiet. Either that or Eddie was just way too distracted with... never mind.

Eddie’s stomach, lungs, liver, kidneys, heart all plummet out of his body. Metaphorically of course because literally dying of mortification would give him an out from this situation. That would be too easy. 

He pulls away from Buck and steps backward until he’s at the opposite side of the room, while Buck is left with his arms hanging in midair, curved around where Eddie used to be. 

“We’re not,” Eddie says. “We weren’t doing— anything. We weren’t going to. We were just talking.”

Chris gives him a withering, skeptical look that only makes him look a thousand percent like his mother. 

Which Eddie absolutely cannot handle right now.

“H-hey, Chris,” Buck steps toward the doorway, coincidentally or maybe not so coincidentally between Eddie and Chris, and turns into his bubbly, eager, friendly self. “Are you— are you hungry? Do you still want those pancakes? Cinnamon swirls and cream cheese icing? I was getting ready to make them for us.”

Chris wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. “Not hungry anymore. What’s going on? When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Buck looks back to Eddie with clear worry all over his face, and Eddie tries to silently convey that everything is okay. Chris isn’t in the dark about how Eddie feels about Buck. He’s not angry with them. 

Eddie’s pretty sure anyway. “It only just happened. We weren’t keeping anything from you.” 

Chris gapes at him with wide, horrified eyes. “It just happened? That’s how you told Buck? By saying that? Oh my god, Dad! What were you thinking? That is so embarrassing.”

Eddie’s mouth falls open. “N-no. No! That wasn’t— That wasn’t how.”

Chris’ very disbelieving, very Shannon-face comes out again, and Eddie sags against the counter and rubs a hand over his suddenly aching head. 

“No. Chris,” Buck says gently but solidly. Something firm and stead through storms and Eddie just wants to hold onto him and never let go. “Your dad told me last night that he’s in love with me. And I love him, too. I love you both more than anything.”

Chris turns his scrutinizing gaze on Buck this time and still looks skeptical, but also not so horrified. Just wary. 

At this point, Eddie will take what he can get. 

[infinite-orangepeel]

if they were my barbie dolls i would make them kiss in a beautiful princess castle <3 just saying

[iceplanetbarbarianwhore]

Underworld Girl // Eddie Munson x OC

Synopsis: 

The world is still ending, Hawkin’s is still split in half, and Eddie Munson is still a loser. He wants to run away from all the responsibility of The Upside Down and graduate on his fourth attempt at senior year when he meets Franchesca White. She’s his new English tutor who mysteriously reappeared after being missing for almost two years. His friends want him to investigate her disappearance, and he just wants to kiss her.

Warning: Extremely Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Porn with Plot.

Chapter 1

Fog hovered above the ground, still and unmoving. The clouds were grey and the air was damp, and Eddie Munson awoke in a sweat.

He woke before his alarm, something that had become a habit only recently. His calloused hands reached up and rubbed his eyes.

“You up, boy?” 

Wayne knocked on the door to his room, thundering with his strides and movements that only an old man could do before six in the morning.

“Yeah, yeah,” called out Eddie, only for his uncle to walk in.

Eddie felt that feeling, the one where it seemed as though a pile of stones were settling in his stomach. Wayne had just gotten home from his shift at the plant, and yet here he was, checking in on his nephew before school. 

“You ready this year?”

Eddie sat up to look at his uncle properly. There were bags under Wayne’s eyes, his clothes were old and tattered, and yet, year after year, the man never seemed to let his voice go monotone. Despite it all, he held out hope. 

“I gotta be,” was all Eddie said, but instead of false smiles and over enthused inflections, he sounded more sure this time. His jaw tightened. 

Wayne nodded, his brows furrowed.

“There’s no shame, you know, throwin’ in the towel. I did it. I can even get you a job up at the plant if you want.”

Eddie shook his head. He knew that. He knew he wasn’t destined for greatness anyway.

“I promised her, you know?”

Wayne paused, nodded, and left the room.

Eddie got ready for school. He felt numb and robotic as he brushed his teeth and showered, barely tasting the mint of the toothpaste or smelling the rosemary shampoo. 

And yet the day went on as it always did, no matter how many times he thought it wouldn’t. He stepped outside, shivered as he noticed the eerie weather, and got into his van as though it were 1985 all over again. As though it had never happened.

The fog shook him though. At every innocent glance he thought he saw floating spores, and his teeth grinded and his grip on the wheel tightened. It was a trick of the dark, he told himself.

Before he reached the school, he knew what to expect. Glares, whispers of murders and cults and demons. He knew that he wouldn’t be liked this year, more than ever before, and he was only sure that he had to get through it, rather than sure if he could.

Only, when he rounded in his van to park, a gang of familiar gawky teenagers stood proudly at the front entrance. They stood expectantly, grinning as he reversed in to a spot. 

This was what got him through the summer. Hearing stories that matched his own, leaning on those who understood, and seeing these kids who had been through more than any other person he knew. He smiled to himself.

“Eddie! My man!”

Dustin reached him first, patting his back like an old man. Eddie couldn’t help but grin.

“How ya feeling about the new school year? Feeling it this time?” 

His tone was jovial, but Eddie understood his intent. He knew he was worried.

“Hey, 22 and ready to graduate. Who said it’s ever too late?”

Dustin practically burst with joy. “That’s it! That’s our Eddie!”

Eddie looked around at the rest of the group.

“Steve? What are you doing here?”

Steve shrugged and half-smiled in that playboy way Eddie always hated.

“Making sure my kids get to school, ya know?”

It was hard to hate him sometimes when he said stuff like that.

Eddie saw the rest of the group, and felt Max’s absence, even now. Instead, a smaller, kinder face replaced hers. Mike’s long gangly arm hung off her shoulder and barely brushed against her short brown hair.

“You good, supergirl?”

He never exactly clicked with her the way he would have wanted to before the upside down. It felt weird, giving into the wants of learning about someone’s superpowers when they were the exact reason everything happened in the first place. He somehow felt like it was a touchy subject, or that he was the only one that thought that it should be. 

Her name, too, he soon realised. Eleven, Elle, or Jane? He felt like even Mike didn’t know. So, Supergirl worked.

“Yes,” she said clearly, properly. “I am good.”

Eddie nodded, mentally putting another little nerd on the roster of people to protect. That girl’s vernacular was going to have every mean girl in a one mile radius on her ass like hot snot.

“Alright, you kids head inside, I wanna talk to Eddie for a bit.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at Steve as everyone groaned.

“Don’t care, grown man business. Get going.”

They all huffed inside, with the occasional ‘yes, mom,’ that made Steve roll his eyes. 

“So,” began Eddie.

“So,” Steve repeated.

“What grown business we talking here, Stevie? Coz I don’t sell anymore, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

Steve rolled his eyes again. “I don’t want your drugs, Munson.”

Eddie grinned. “Oh, you’re looking for something else? Well I don’t usually swing that way, but I could make an exception. Sugar costs more than coke though, I gotta tell ya.”

“Oh shut it, Munson. I’m trying to be serious.”

Eddie let him continue.

“Just, take care of those guys, alright? And if anyone gives you trouble, which they will, call me.”

“Call you?”

“Call me.”

Eddie laughed. “No offense, Harrington, I really don’t wanna see you get your ass beat by high schoolers.”

“Hey, that was like, one time, and I was in high school at the time too, you know.”

Eddie gave him a condescending look. Steve sighed.

“Alright, or Nancy. Give Nancy a call.”

Eddie nodded. “Now that makes more sense.”

Steve often went red in the face talking to Eddie, and that conversation was no exception. He felt like he was about to burst out of his skin and combust into nothing but blood and skin. He couldn’t dance around a conversation the way he knew how, the way men were supposed to. He had to be clear and direct. It made him uncomfortable.

“I just don’t want you only relying on the kids. Not that I think you would, not on purpose, I just want them to be high schoolers, you know? We can deal with the other stuff.”

That made Eddie uncomfortable. He didn’t know when being dragged into a mythical underworld over the age of 18 suddenly made him responsible for armageddon and all the emotional turmoil that came with it, but somehow it did.

He had a responsibility now, more than the kids did. All he wanted to do was run away and never see Hawkins again.

“Hopper and I measured the gap again,” said Steve.

“Oh?” was Eddie’s only response. This conversation made him feel sick.

The gap was what they were calling the gaping split through Hawkins which leads to the upside down. The news had called it a ‘scientific mystery which needs further study,’ but so far only corrupt upside down scientists protected by the CSI had gotten their hands on it. Hopper had gotten special permission to look at it too, and Eddie always wondered what kind of hold he had over those people.

“It hasn’t gotten any bigger in the last month, which makes me feel great, but Hopper’s worried. It’s making him think there’s other plans in the work.”

“Plans better than just splitting the world in half? I can’t think of any,” said Eddie, nauseous.

Steve nodded. “That’s the worry.”

They stood in silence for a moment.

“So if you see anything-”

“I did, I think anyway, today.”

Steve looked at him expectantly.

Eddie rushed his words, feeling sweaty and panicked. 

“Spores, especially with the fogs, and the weather. I think I keep seeing them but I don’t know - it could be-”

Steve’s shoulders settled down and awkwardly placed his hand on Eddie’s leather-clad shoulder.

“I know, it could be in your head. I know that feeling.”

Eddie nodded.

“Well, thanks for letting me know. We’ll keep an eye on it.”

The bell rang.

“You better get to class, Munson.”

“Oh fuck,” was the only response Steve got as Eddie rushed towards the entrance.

“And Eddie?” Steve called out. 

Eddie whipped around, narrowly avoiding his long curls from becoming a mid-morning snack.

“Graduate, okay?”

Eddie grinned and saluted. “You got it, boss.”

Inside, he felt as though his brain was melting, and maths probably wouldn’t make it any better.

[pxrxmoore]

and i don’t have much to offer

but had you loved me

i’d have loved you back forever

rock bottom - neck deep

[forevercherry]

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 (𝐩𝐭𝟐) | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: who holds out hope for a girl that they haven't seen in four years? eddie munson, that's who. y/n l/n, a hawkins native, is forced to move back home with her father after the death of her mother. as much as she'd like to say that she hates the idea of moving back to the gossipy midwestern town, a certain munson boy definitely sweetens the deal.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the couple, at last, are reunited after four years. old flames are quick to reignite for one, and for the other? the fire never dimmed.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: slow burn eddie munson x fem!reader fic

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4,462

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 18+ themes in future chapters. eddie is touch starved as hell in this. this is going to be a slowburn friends to lovers fic. eddie is a big fat virgin in this fic and it's absolutely adorable. he's literally obsessed with you, and it's the cutest thing ever.

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 “This is going to be mortifying.” Her buttered toast had gone cold ten minutes ago, and she still couldn’t find it in herself to eat anything. Y/n’s stomach was tied up in knots, and she felt like she might double over and puke at any given second. She took a tentative sip of her coffee, praying that it would somehow tide her over until lunch. 

        “There’s no shame in what you did. You took time off of school so that you could take care of your mother. It should be seen as honorable, even.” He spoke to her from behind his morning paper, the pages ruffling loudly as he turned it around to read the headlining article. 

        “Kids aren’t going to care about any of that. They’ll catch wind that I’m almost twenty years old and automatically assume that I’m a flunkee.” High schoolers always had a propensity for cruelty, and she was positive that they wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to give her hell.

         Going to school in California had been a waking nightmare, one that she was glad to be rid of. When her mother had first gotten sick, she had jumped at the chance to take the first semester of her senior year off. She knew that she was smart enough to catch up relatively quickly, and though she hated homework, she wasn’t opposed to working hard in order to graduate. It was only supposed to be one semester. That’s how long they thought that her mother’s cancer treatments would take. One semester soon turned into a year. . . and then into two. 

        She eventually learned that it wasn’t school that was a nightmare, but her life in general. Watching your own mother slowly deteriorate was unlike anything that she could actually put into words. It was as if she had watched her die a thousand times a day. There was no way, realistically, that Hawkins High could be any worse than what she had already experienced. She held on tight to that thought as she said her goodbyes to her father, gathering up her belongings. 

        “I’ll be home late, so make sure you lock up after you get home.” He shook his head, folding his paper and setting it down on the kitchen table. He tilted his head back and finished off the rest of his lukewarm coffee. “This used to be the safest place on earth when you were younger,” He grabbed a napkin off of the table, wiping his mouth off before tossing it into the trash. “Too many kids have been dying lately.” He finished grimly. 

        Y/n swung the front door open to leave, but stopped dead in her tracks as her father’s words fully sunk in. Kids? “What do you mean?” She called out to him, her grip on the doorknob tightening slightly. Death. . . no- she didn’t think that she could handle that sort of thing all over again. “Dad? I-Is. . . Is it anyone that I would know?” She croaked, quickly clearing her throat. She sounded pathetic, even to her own ears. 

        She couldn’t help the fear that began to bubble up in her chest. How long had it been since the last time Eddie called her? What about the last letter? Sure, it had been her fault that they had fallen off. She had gotten busy with taking care of her mother, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to lose contact with him. He was her oldest friend, and that sort of connection didn’t just go away. . . did it? At least it hadn’t on her end. Her breath caught as she thought about the possibility that perhaps Eddie would end up being one of those names. What would she do? How would anyone expect her to survive that? To lose two people that she had been closest with in the span of six months? It would be horrific. No- more than that. If Eddie died, she was sure that she would die right along with him. 

        Her father stepped out of the kitchen, his car keys jingling in his hand. “I didn’t recognize any of the names. One of the boys was your age though.” He replied mindlessly. 

         Y/n felt like the world was suddenly closing in all around her. She couldn’t seem to get in a breath as she numbly stumbled out of the front door, trying hard to keep her footing on the porch and not go tumbling down the stairs. A boy her age? “Was it Eddie?” She somehow managed to find her voice, turning around just in time to see her father lock up. He stopped for a second, turning to face her. 

        “Munson?” There must have been something in his daughter’s eyes that made him stop, his hand quickly moving out to give her shoulder a reassuring shake. “No, honey. It wasn’t Eddie. In fact, it wasn’t anyone that I ever remember you talking to back in school, let alone being close with.” She took a deep gulp of air. And then another. “Thank god.” Her lips felt numb, but she still managed to get out her reply. 

        John gave the top of her head an affectionate pat as he passed her on the way down the porch, heading towards his station wagon. “I’ll see you tonight for dinner, okay?” Her father had never been like her mother, and so she didn’t expect him to suddenly be overly affectionate. He was a man of very few words, and he wasn’t one for emotional sentiments. He was far too awkward for that. She was quite sure that if her father suddenly started hugging her on a daily basis, she might think that he had finally lost the last bit of his sanity. Her mother had always been the loud one in their dynamic duo. She danced in the middle of the grocery store when they played a song that she liked, and had a bad habit of talking too much during movies. Her father was the complete opposite, but there had always been a certain kind of charm in that. Her mother and father- so different and yet so perfect. The only thing that hadn’t changed after her mother’s passing was the fact that her dad stayed exactly the same. He was still famous for his one liners, his dad jokes were still just as horrendous, and he was still the reigning champion of bad gift-giving. 

        The drive to Hawkins High School felt second nature to her. She used the few minutes of silence to think over what her father had said. She had thought that there was something different about the place, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what exactly. The midwestern town used to be horribly boring. If anything the local police and fire department usually looked like they had nothing better to do other than drive around in circles all day. Something had changed over the past four years, and it was nothing good. 

        The young adult climbed out of her car with a small groan, practically throwing her book bag over her shoulder. There were a thousand other things that she would like to be doing at that moment, and none of them involved school. Her beaded moccasins barely made a sound as she made her way through the familiar halls, heading straight for the main office. She had shown up a few minutes early hoping that she could beat the hallway traffic, and was thankful to only see a few drifters hanging around by their lockers. 

        The office ladies were both past middle age, their faces round and jovial. Despite how stressed she was, Y/n felt her shoulders relax and her lips pull up into a smile. “I’m back.” She said simply, watching as Miss Pam jumped up from her chair, running around the desk so that she could scoop the girl up into a tight hug. “It’s my girl!” She rocked the smaller girl back and forth, not stopping until she heard her laugh. Pam had been a friend of her mothers, and so it was safe to say that the sweet little attendance lady was rather biased where Y/n was concerned. The younger female breathed Pam’s familiar gardenia perfume in, rubbing her back up and down as she relaxed further into the hug. 

        “I almost cried when I heard that you and your father had moved back to town.” The older woman finally let go, taking a step back so that she could get a good look at the girl in front of her. “Goodness, you’ve gotten even prettier somehow.” Pam picked up a strand of the girl’s hair before tucking it behind the girl's ear sweetly. 

        “You’re the spitting image of your mother back when she was in high school.” The female’s throat bobbed as she swallowed thickly, blinking back the unexpected tears. 

        “Thank you.” She mumbled, picking at a small hole that she had ripped in the leg of her pants. 

        Pam instantly noticed the swift change in mood, and quickly made her way back behind her desk, leafing through a few papers before she finally found the one that she was looking for. “Here’s your schedule, baby. If you have any trouble throughout the day you come back in here and see me.” Y/n nodded, looking down at her schedule before walking out of the office, shooting Pam a small smile before making her way through the busy halls. She could only pray that her day wouldn’t be so horrible that she would have to sit in the office. 

        Quite a few people stopped to stare at her, which she was expecting. It wasn’t every day that someone “new” showed up in Hawkins, and most of these kids had been her underclassmen for quite a few years. There’s no way any of them would remember her. Well. . . she could only hope. Her usual way of dressing wasn’t exactly discrete either. Not when everybody looked the same, anyway. Whatever trend all of the females seemed to be following, she obviously hadn’t gotten the memo. 

        “No way. . .” She heard a female voice to the left of her. Her skin turned ice cold, the blood rushing from her face. Not yet. . . she was hoping she could at least go half a day without some sort of ridicule. She turned on her heels, her eyes hardening as she tried to find the source of the voice. Whoever it was, she would find some way to deescalate the situation, even if it meant making a few immediate enemies. 

        “Y/n? Is that you?” Nancy Wheeler took a few steps up to the girl, her lips parted in shock. The familiar blue eyed female gave her old friend a once over before rushing over to her, wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug. Y/n let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, quickly returning the sentiment. 

        “What a relief. . .” Her laugh sounded nervous, which definitely wasn’t her intention. She pulled away to get a good look at the younger teen, giving her a quick once over. “You cut your hair.” She noticed, nodding a little in approval. “You look hot, Wheeler.” 

        Nancy threw her head back with laughter, brushing off her comment. “Thanks. I thought that I needed a change.” The last time Y/n had seen Nancy was when the girl was a freshman. Sure, she still looked a little preppy, but it was obvious that the girl had truly come into herself. Hawkins wasn’t the only thing that had changed in the time that she had been gone. Nancy Wheeler seemed more confident, and that subtle change was really all she had needed. She was practically glowing. “Nevermind me! What the hell are you doing back here?” Nancy hooked her arm with Y’n’s, walking her through the halls. 

        “Dad and I moved back here because we wanted to be closer to family again. California just. . . wasn’t for us, I guess.” Keep it simple. That was the best option. She really didn’t want to start off the day with the whole “dead mom” talk, even though she knew that it was inevitable. Someone was bound to ask eventually, she just silently prayed that the time wasn’t now. Nancy seemed to nod despite her obvious suspicions, her eyebrows furrowing as she pulled the girl along. 

        “I’ve always seen you living somewhere like California though. Are you sure that moving back to Indiana isn’t going to be even more depressing for you?” The question was harmless enough, but it was loaded regardless. She hadn’t minded California before- well. . .  before everything happened. School had sucked, but that was about it. Besides, when did school not suck? After she had finished up her junior year, everything had gone straight to hell in a handbasket. Whatever friends she had made during school quickly lost interest with her once they realized that she wouldn’t be able to spend any real time with them anymore. She barely even left the house after a while, unless it was to take her mom to her doctor's appointments and to do the grocery shopping. Nothing could be more depressing than that. 

        “I could always move back out there for college. Dad wasn’t keen on staying any longer than he had to.” Not that she blamed him either. If Y/n had to live in that house for even a few months more, she wasn’t sure if she would have been able to crawl out of the deep hole she had dug herself into. 

        Nancy, the angel that she was, seemed to get the hint that whatever had actually happened in California shouldn't be a topic for discussion this early in the morning. She changed the subject, looking down at Y/n’s schedule. She made a small noise in protest, her nose scrunching up in distaste. “We only have two classes together, and they’re both towards the end of the day.” The relief that she had felt earlier seemed to be short lived. The long haired brunette quickly looked over her schedule one more time, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. “Well that blows.” She shoved the piece of paper into her pocket roughly, as if she could make the scrap of paper pay for its grave transgressions. It would have been nice to spend the morning with a friendly face. 

        Nancy was nice enough to walk the older female to the Chemistry room, dropping her off with the promise that the two would meet up again later. Y/n was quick to take one of the seats in the back of the class, other kid’s dibs be damned.

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        Her morning classes passed by without much of a problem. A few people tried to talk to her, while most others just stared. She couldn’t necessarily blame anyone for their curiosity. Her way of dress and mannerisms wasn’t exactly considered the norm in Hawkins. 

        “So you’ve been to a concert before?” The other senior asked, leaning over the buffet table so that she could grab a carton of milk. The female made a mental note that the girl had picked up the plain milk- and two percent at that. Huge red flag. 

         Y/n chose something that would be easy on her stomach, which meant nothing too filling. She took a small bite out of the apple she had picked out, inspecting it closely for any bruises. “Tons.” She said before chewing her food. The other girl let out a small groan, stomping her foot on the linoleum floor a few times. “I’m so jealous. My parents would never let me go to a concert.” That explains the two percent. 

        “I hate overprotective parents. I feel for you.” Y/n said simply, grabbing a carton of chocolate milk and giving it a few rough shakes. The girl, Gemma, nodded enthusiastically. Looking around the lunchroom for her group of friends. Y/n, thankfully, had been invited to sit with them. The last thing she wanted to do was force herself onto Nancy and her group of friends. Not that the other girl probably would have minded. . . it just would have been awkward introducing herself again today for the one thousandth time. 

        “If I ever have kids, I’m going to let them go to all kinds of concerts.” The redhead claimed, her sneakers squeaking softly as she rounded one of the tables so that she could make it to the other end of the cafeteria. “They can get a perm- even dye their hair! Who am I to tell them how to look?” She shrugged her shoulders, before giving Y/n a once over. “They could even look like you if they wanted to.” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, bracing herself for the ignorant questions that were bound to follow. “You’re an “alternative”, right? I’ve never actually been friends with one before though. My dad absolutely hates them. He says that he fought in the war for the good of the country, and goths are just long haired snowflakes that want something to complain about.” Gemma had been so nice. Emphasis on the word had. The hazel eyed female had remembered that people in Indiana were usually pretty closed-minded, but for a senior to be acting like this? She had to swallow back an insult. 

        “We just like to complain about blatant injustice, that’s all.” She watched as Gemma’s expression fell, her eyebrows knitting together as she worked through the older girl’s comment. The redhead opened her mouth, turning her head as if she was going to say something, but soon realized that Y/n was no longer beside her. 

        “U-Um. . . Gemma, I don’t think I’ll be able to sit with you at lunch today. Thank you for the offer though.” She smiled widely in the direction of the table farthest to the right. What were the chances, huh? What were the fucking chances that Eddie Munson would still be gracing the hollowed halls of Hawkins High? “Your father sounds wonderful though.” She called behind her before making her way over to the man, practically jogging in his direction.

        He was talking animatedly with a friend, his arms crossed over the table in a rather relaxed looking position. The closer she got, the louder his voice became. “Changing your character to be a dark elf this last minute is such a cop out, man. You’ve gotta spice it up or else we’ll get bored.” Eddie grabbed one of his saltine crackers off of his tray, breaking it in half so that he could toss the pieces in his friend's direction. “You’ve been a Drow over the last three campaigns.”  

        “Come on, dude. Wait until you hear his backstory-” The larger man was quick to close his mouth, his eyes widening as he took in the approaching female. “G-Guys? Why is the cute new girl looking at us?” Eddie narrowed his eyes, turning his head in the direction that the boys were facing before his expression fell, his jaw right along with it. 

        The wavy haired male stood up faster than anyone could blink, the metal legs of his chair scraping loudly against the floor before toppling over completely. The plastic clattered to the ground, the sound echoing around the lunchroom. Usually Y/n shied away from unwanted attention, but she didn’t even notice that the room had practically gone silent as the students watched the scene unfold before them. The girl tossed her half eaten apple and milk carton down on his table, not really caring where it ended up. 

        She couldn’t wrap her arms around him fast enough. She heard the breath leave him in a grunt as she pressed her chest tightly against his, giving him a tight squeeze. Despite his obvious shock, his arms made their way around her shoulders almost immediately, causing her face to burrow into the crook of his neck. His long hair tickled her nose and mouth, but she couldn’t care less. She hadn’t seen her best friend in over four years. Deep down she had been dreading the fact that maybe. . . maybe he had moved on with his life. She had come back to Hawkins knowing that there was a strong possibility that he wouldn’t even be here anymore. 

        Y/n felt like she could cry. 

        Oh. . . wait, she was crying. She was beyond relieved. She let go of him so that she could quickly wipe at the tear stains on her cheeks, hoping that he hadn’t noticed. “Oh my god, Eddie. You’re here.” She purred, her eyes wide as she gave him a once over. She sniffled softly as she realized just how old he looked. The last time that she had seen him, his hair had just started to grow out of its usual buzz cut. He looked good. 

        He looked really good. 

        “I-I’m here? No, you’re here. What the hell. . .” He looked like his brain was on the verge of exploding. He started stammering, his chocolate brown eyes wildly trying to take in the sight of her. They danced around her face, then down her body. Hell, the man even looked down at the shoes that she was wearing. It was almost as if he couldn’t get enough of her. He looked just as relieved to see her, if not. . . maybe even a little more so. The slight flush to his cheeks definitely didn’t go unnoticed. 

        “Eddie, here man. Sit down.” One of his friends picked his chair up and off of the ground, forcing him down into the seat by his shoulders. He didn’t put up any fight, his eyes as wide as saucers as he looked up at the long haired female. 

        “Doll, what the fuck are you doing here?” He finally finished, by the grace of god somehow able to get the sentence out. He nervously began reaching out for her hand as if to convince himself that she was actually real. She was actually there, right in front of him. Where he could finally touch her again. He could hear her voice whenever he wanted to. He could see her whenever he wanted to. He hesitated for a moment, his arm hanging in the air, before deciding against it. 

        The female was quick to close the distance, reach out for him so that she could delicately take his hand in hers. His gaudy silver rings felt good against her hot palms, and his fingers were calloused from the guitar strings. She was happy to see that he still played, and from the feel of it, it was something that he still did religiously. When had his hands gotten so big? Had she still been there for that, or had she somehow missed most of the big changes in his life? She swallowed down the guilt, and instead tried to focus on the here and the now. 

        “Doll? I haven’t heard that nickname in forever.” She teased, almost tearing up again when he smiled back widely at her. It was good to know that he was still just as innocent looking when he smiled. At least some things didn’t change. “I like it.” She assured him looking back down at his different rings. She ran her fingers along each one, trying to see which ones were familiar to her. Some of them were new, and some were old. Either way, all of them were so very Eddie. Her lips almost split open as she smiled widely, pointing out the clunky pig head. “Still hate cops, I see.” 

        His lips twitched as he tried not to laugh. “Pigs.” He corrected, before shaking his head, using his free hand to point at her accusingly. “You can’t dodge my question though. What the fuck are you doing back in this hellhole?” Y/n looked around the table, smiling nervously at all of the new faces. She could feel the unwanted eyes on her from around the lunchroom now that the adrenaline had begun to wear off from the initial shock. Eddie noticed her growing discomfort and quickly motioned for one of his friends to move further down on the bench. The boys, who all appeared to be no older than fifteen, were quick to scoot down. 

        “Here ya go.” The boy with braces mumbled nervously, going as far as to pat the spot that he had once occupied. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, nodding her thanks. She eased into the spot, giving the rather nerdy looking boy a thumbs up. “Thanks for keeping it warm for me.” The joke, which had been mediocre at best, somehow managed to make the boy double over with laughter. She wasn’t sure if it was just the nerves from meeting somebody new, or just the fact that he possibly had a very strange sense of humor. She was thinking that it was a little bit of both.

        She turned to face Eddie again, her chest warming up when she noticed that he seemed to have been staring at her that entire time, his chin balanced in the palm of his free hand patiently. “Dad wanted to be closer to family.” That was the same excuse that she had been using all day whenever somebody asked. She should have known that it wouldn’t have worked with Eddie. His smile faltered, as if he suddenly began to put two and two together. She had told him when her mother had gotten sick- it had happened when the two of them were still calling and writing to each other rather religiously. “Mrs L/n. . . “ He didn’t finish that train of that, and she wasn’t sure whether or not it was for her sake or for his own. Y/n merely shook her head, knowing that it was answer enough. His eyes were steadily becoming a bit too honest for her to handle, and so she averted her gaze, looking back down at the hand that she still hadn’t loosened her grip on. 

        “Oh,” He mumbled softly, nodding his head in understanding, even though she couldn’t see it. “Shit, I’m so sorry.” 

        She shrugged her shoulders, clearing her throat as she looked around the table. “We can talk about it later.” And they would, she was sure of it.        “How about you introduce me to your friends?” The group was quick to all shout their names, each one trying to speak over the other. Eddie groaned, slipping his hand out of Y/n’s so that he could massage his temples. After a few more moments of suffering through the cacophony, he slammed his hand against the table as the noisy boys continued to bombard her with names and long winded introductions. “One at a time, gentlemen! Holy shit. You’re all acting like you’ve never seen a girl before.”

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[theladyyavilee]

we haven’t done this in a WHILE but remember when we made the stage 4 eddie diaz playlist? yeaaah it is time to break out your favorite, absolutely devastating and heartbreaking yearning and pining and feeling like you are in unrequited love songs for this one, please tell me your faves in the tags!

[mintedwitcher]

So I finally wrote a new 9-1-1 fic

A short little fix-it for 5x11 because I didn't like it so :)

[menace-behaviour]

Tommy: Hey Eddie, I think we should talk. I feel like you’ve been keeping your distance since Buck and I started dating and I’m worried that I’ve overstepped without realising it.

Eddie: Oh, no, I’ve just been busy with work and adjusting to raising a teenage Christopher and also with dating my dead wife that wasn’t dead anymore.

Tommy: Okay, what? That’s a lot to unpack. What do you mean your undead dead wife?

Eddie: Don’t worry about it, okay? Buck is so perfect for you and I'm so happy for you! You both deserve a win in this department.

Tommy: Do you actually mean that?

Eddie: Yes! Well, except for the part where I'm secretly in love with him, but you know, I'm happy for you! That’s what matters!

[matchingbatbites]

"What the fuck did you do?"

Eddie wasn't expecting hostility when he answered Jeff's phone call, his best friend's usual calm demeanor replaced with open annoyance. And yeah, okay, the annoyance itself wasn’t new, but Eddie doesn’t think he’s actually done anything recently to earn it.

"Well-"

"Actually, no. I'll tell you what you did. You retweeted photos of Steve Harrington - internationally beloved heartthrob actor Steve Harrington - along with the caption 'not to sound like a subby slut but GOD I would be his puppy baby boy in a heartbeat'. So I guess the better question is, what the fuck were you thinking, Eddie?"

Eddie's jaw clicks shut because- yeah, he had done that. Had seen those photos of Steve smoking circling the internet and spent god knows how long just staring at them, had curbed the desire to shove his hand down his pants by posting a single thirst tweet about it.

“I was thinking, Jeff, that I'm allowed to post whatever I want to my private fucking twitter, man. I mean it's a free country, isn't a guy allowed to make a horny tweet about a sexy man every now and then?”

“You are, when you actually post it to your private account and not our award winning band's main account.”

No. Oh no. There's no way Eddie actually-

He rips his phone away from his face to open twitter, and realizes two things simultaneously. One, Jeff is right, he had posted it to the band's account. Not on his private, locked, personal account, but on the account that's actually open and free for literally anyone on earth to look at.

The second thing he realizes is that their notifications are currently flooded with responses to Eddie's tweet, somehow racking up into the thousands in the few hours it's been since. 

Jesus Christ.

“Eddie?”

The metalhead jerks back into the moment and put Jeff on speaker so he can scroll through the horde of replies, says “Fuck, I fucked up. Are we gonna have to do damage control on this?”

In the mess is a reply from Gareth's own personal account: @ corrodededdie stop tweeting from the band account challenge 🙄🙄🙄

”Maybe. There hasn't been any type of response from Harrington or his people, but they might ask us to take it down if it blows up too much.“

Eddie hums, thinking they might be too little, too late about it blowing up too much, and flips over to his main account so he can reply to Gareth's little jab appropriately. He isn't surprised to see that he has a couple of new messages, probably from other people wondering just what the fuck Eddie was thinking, but when he goes to check them-

He's never been happier that he turned on messages from followers only, because then he would have missed this, missed Steve Harrington's little profile picture beaming up at him from the screen of his phone, along with a new message request.

”Jeff, I gotta go,” he says, not even realizing he's cut the other man off.

“Eddie, what-

”Harrington messaged me. I'll call you back.“

Eddie doesn't wait for a response as he hangs up on Jeff, and his hands definitely aren't shaking as he opens the message from Steve. And listen- Eddie is a fan of the guy, that much should be obvious. 

Steve had grown in popularity around the same time Corroded Coffin had; he’d gotten some part in a drama film that had skyrocketed him into stardom, and Eddie fell in love the moment he saw that gorgeous face on the silver screen for the first time. He's never had a chance to interact with the guy, has been in the same place a few times but always missed him, like ships passing in the night, but Eddie's been fine with pining from afar, just like every other person on the planet that's even remotely attracted to men.

Besides, even with how popular Corroded Coffin has gotten over the years - a couple of Grammy’s here, a dozen chart topping metal songs there - Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to just. Know who Eddie is.

With all of this in mind, Eddie is expecting some kind of semi-casual request to take the tweet down, that it's not a good look for his image-

Anything other than what Steve actually sent.

'If you're puppy baby boy, does that make me Master? Or Daddy?'

And Eddie- 

Eddie slides down, sinks into his couch cushion as all of the blood in his body suddenly shifts, rushing to fill his dick like it's a fucking race. The phone almost slips out of his hand and he fumbles it briefly before taking a deep breath. 

Is Steve serious? He wouldn't send that if he wasn't serious, right?

This could be it, could be Eddie's one chance to impress Steve, to get his foot in the door of Steve's interest. He bites his lip and types out a reply, something quick that he sends before he can change his mind.

‘I’m open to either, actually. Do you have a preference, sir?’

He doesn’t expect the typing indicator to come up immediately, and just knowing that Steve is somewhere right now, typing out a response to Eddie, is enough to have him nearly vibrating in his seat.

‘I’m partial to Daddy, myself.’

Fuck fuck fuck.

Eddie takes a breath, tries to think of a response that isn’t just ‘Please, Daddy, can I sit on your massive dick that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since that one indie film you did that just had all of your junk out in the open?’

Steve saves him by sending another message.

‘But maybe we could start with Steve, and possibly dinner? Though I’d be happy to see where things go after that.’

He- What-

Eddie must have stopped breathing, because the next time he takes a breath his lungs burn, his mid races because there’s no way Eddie’s long term celebrity crush just asked him on a date. He sits there long enough that the screen goes dark and he scrambles to turn it back on, sees the message still there, real and unchanged.

There’s no way he can say no to this, to Steve, and his hands shake as he types out a response.

‘Dinner would be great. Just name the time and place, Daddy.’

[buddierecs]

sharing clothes buddie fics

all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

and i just want to wrap you up, want to kiss your lips by: bucksbuddies "five times buck steals eddie’s clothes and one time eddie gives them to him." word count: 9.8k important tags: 5+1 things, soft!buddie, getting together, sharing a bed, hurt/comfort in the arms of the ocean by: allyasavedtheday "after the tsunami, eddie takes buck home." word count: 6.8k important tags: hurt/comfort, sharing a bed, love confessions, cuddling the definition of love and all things ineffable by: elvensorceress "in which buck processes his breakup, learns his place in his family, has a huge crisis of sexuality, and finds the truth about love beating in his own heart." word count: 29k important tags: friends to lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love, sexuality crisis, love confessions, family feels firefighter diaz by: sourwolfseblaine "5 times buck wears something with 'DIAZ', making eddie go absolutely crazy." word count: 3.3k important tags: married!buddie, soft!buddie, possessive!eddie diaz, domestic fluff put my heart inside your palms by: markofalover "how an accidental pet name, a thoughtful dinner, and a shared shirt makes them get their shit together." word count: 3k important tags: mutual pining, idiots in love, pet names, love confessions, getting together the love within these threads by: warpedpuppeteer "the case of the missing hoodie and the subsequent capture of the hoodie thief eddie diaz." word count: 2.7k important tags: family feels, established relationship, fluff god only knows where this could go by: sam_writes_fics "buddie + clothes sharing" word count: 7k important tags: fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining, possessive behaviour you can feel it on the way home (you are in love) by: made_ofmemories "buck's apartment is destroyed when an earthquake shakes LA, luckily there's always a space for him in the diaz household." word count: 23k important tags: roommates, getting together, sharing a bed, fluff, moving in together, didn't know they were dating i built a home (for you, for me) by: made_ofmemories "eddie shows up to work wearing one of buck's shirts. assumptions are made and revelations are had." word count: 6.1k important tags: getting together, didn't know they were dating, idiots in love, fluff e. diaz: hoodie thief by: spaceflower eddie diaz is a hoodie thief and he has no shame about it. word count: 3.5k important tags: getting together, fluff, team as family, soft!buddie, first kiss clothes thief eddie my beloved (series) by: renecdote "the one where eddie is a clothes thief and buck kind of loves that about him." word count: 16k important tags: stealing clothes is a love language, clothes as comfort items, fluff a discovery of boxer briefs by: princessfbi "he had to be dreaming, right? or maybe just in heaven and painfully aware of the warm fluttery feelings in his chest that were making him dizzy. because there, in eddie’s kitchen, was buck in a pair of socks with one pooling down his ankle like the elastic had been overstretched, an oversized hoodie, and a pair of grey briefs and it shouldn’t be the thing that made eddie’s head spin but it was." word count: 3.6k important tags: fluff, lazy mornings, morning cuddles, 6x10 speculation fic, hurt/comfort stay (always) by: galaxyninjer "buck takes the morning off to attend a doctor's appointment with maddie. when he gets back to station earlier than scheduled, he learns that eddie had a rough call that morning and goes to comfort him" word count: 1.7k important tags: pre-relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, sharing a bed, cuddling, fluff, pet names, team as family and it smells like me; you can't get rid of it by: browney3dgirl6 "five times buck leaves his clothes at eddie's, and the one time they're right where they belong" word count: 6.4k important tags: 5+1 things, werewolves, scenting, getting together, idiots in love, soft!buddie