#5+1 eddie wip

[piningbuddies]

temptation tuesday/wip wednesday

i've been tagged in stuff the past couple of days by @usercowboy @swiftiebuckleys @buddiefication @madneysjee @gayhoediaz @wh0re-behavi0r so i decided i'm combining the two and giving you snippets from TWO (2!!) different fics wow!!

from 5+1 eddie dating fic:

Vanessa's...pretty.

She's tall and slender and she has a contagious laugh, and in another life Eddie thinks that...maybe. Probably. They'd have had a couple more drinks together, both letting go of their inhibitions. She'd probably have found some excuse to touch him, a playful swat, and Eddie would've turned up the smoulder. He'd have waited for her uber with her at the end of the night, wrapping his jacket around her. Then he would've locked eyes with her, a question speaking a thousand words as he leaned in, their noses brushing, but—

But Vanessa's not over her ex, she says. Her smile is pretty too, as apologetic as it is as she tells him you're a really nice guy, Eddie. Eddie thinks he should feel disappointed— hurt, maybe. At the fact he got dressed up so nice for someone to not even give him the time of day. But he doesn't. He just feels relieved. His shoulders drop as he downs the rest of his drink, and all he can think of is home and bed and Christopher's science project and Buck's lasagne and—

Eddie doesn't know what to do with all of that.

from 6x18 spec:

Opening his eyes is a feat in and of itself, feeling like there's weights on both of them. He blinks a couple of times, disoriented. He can't quite put his finger on why, yet, but everything just screams wrong. He tries to move past the pounding in his head to figure out what happened as he slowly sits up, coughing and spluttering as he looks around. They were on their way to the hospital, Chim was working on the patient—

Eddie's blood turns to ice instantly. Chimney.

"Chim!" Eddie shouts, a hoarse thing that's swallowed by a cough. He looks around frantically, the lack of light in the back of the ambulance serving to aid the nasty concussion he probably has brewing. A pained groan cuts through the air, making Eddie stop in his tracks. "Chim?"

"'m here." a quiet voice mumbles. "Can't get up though."

"Okay, alright, stay where you are." Eddie says, climbing over the medical equipment strewn on the floor. "Are you hurt?"

Silence fills the ambulance for a few seconds, an uneasy feeling settling in Eddie's gut. "Chim?"

"Eddie, I— hah, I'm bleeding."

"How bad?" Eddie demands, throwing miscellaneous medical equipment over his shoulder, nausea filling his gut as he sees a small puddle of red spreading across the side of the ambulance, a sick imitation of a work of art.

"I'd say pretty bad."

i'm not sure who's done it yet uhhhh @capseycartwright @trippedandfell @henswilsons @clusterbuck @burnthatbridge step up to the mic pls xxx

[honestlydarkprincess]

WIP Wednesday!

tagged by the lovely @spotsandsocks, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @diazheartsbuckley, @exhuastedpigeon thank you loves!

i haven't worked on this one in a while but maybe this will help motivate me, have what i have for buddie 5+1 touches

Touch was common between Eddie and Buck, much to Buck’s eternal inner turmoil.

He both loved it and hated it that they were so touchy feely with each other. On one hand, touching Eddie was ninety percent of what Buck wanted to do with his day. On the other, it was always just shy of how Buck actually wanted to touch him.

The light taps and affectionate swats weren’t enough. Buck needed more.

But…he couldn’t have it. Eddie didn’t feel that way about him and he wasn’t about to go ruin the best relationship in his life just because he wanted a romantic element to it. No way. Instead he would take what he could get and be happy with that. And for a while that worked! Buck was happy. He had his sister, his team, and Eddie and Christopher. That was enough.

And if sometimes he let himself think of what it would be like to have Eddie the way he really wanted him, well that was no one’s business but his own. It’s just…they fit together so well. They were almost always in sync, they’d only ever fought a handful of times, and Buck truly believed that Eddie was his person. Even if they never got together, no one would fill that spot in his life because it was shaped like Eddie.

Despite knowing all that, Buck sometimes struggled with his crush. Having Eddie so close and not being able to act the way he wanted to act was hard. Their shoulders were always touching, knocking as they walked side by side. They gravitated towards each other and personal space was almost non-existent between them. It fucking killed Buck. Eddie was so close and yet so far.

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[eddiebabygirldiaz]

several sentences sunday

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thank you lovelies! <3

another snippet from calls fic which i think is just gonna haunt me forever asdfghjkl

“You good?” Eddie asks when it’s been silent for too long, praying that the complexities swirling inside him aren’t present in his voice. If anyone could hear them, it would be Buck.

“What? Yeah, yeah, sorry, just–tired.”

Eddie is pretty sure tired isn’t what Buck was originally going to say.

Buck has the uncanny ability to steer people, including himself, away from what’s really going on inside his head, masterful at the craft of saying things that aren’t necessarily true but aren’t exactly lies either, euphemisms spilling from his mouth like sanctified honesty, so very hard not to believe.

And Eddie has learned how to navigate this for the most part, knows when he needs to push and when he needs to hold back, knows when Buck wants him to offer something he can take whether it’s advice or sympathy or an opinion and when Buck needs him to deflect, to amuse, to lighten their circumstances enough that Buck can breathe.

Admittedly, Eddie doesn’t always do what Buck wants or needs in these situations, because he is only human and stubborn and willful and at times dangerously affirmed of his own thoughts and occasionally frustrated easily enough that he will give no thought to how he should structure his sentences, often straddling the line between being careful with Buck but also not treating him like he’s fragile, but right now, well, right now Eddie has the feeling that a strong gust of wind could knock Buck over, so he treads delicately.

“I, uh–” Buck coughs and there’s some rustling in the background, a familiar enough sound that lets Eddie know Buck is currently sitting on his couch. “I just got home and realized I kinda forgot about our usual Thursday dinner.”

Eddie tuts as loud as he can into the phone, leaning back against the counter so it digs into the bottom of his back. “A truly unforgivable offense, Buckley. Not sure how Chris and I will recover.”

Banter is easiest. Banter he can do. It’s the thing they use most often with each other, because it’s fun, yes, but also because it’s the only thing they really know how to do properly. They can fully lean into it because there are no expectations or consequences, it’s just–them, being silly and teasing because it makes the other feel better and because anything else might be too soft or too harsh to bear.

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[burnthatbridge]

illicit affairs

buddie | E | chapter 1 of 8(ish) | 3k | just a boy helping his boy bestie figure out gay sex, with a side of infidelity This is how it starts: Buck goes on a date with Tommy. How it goes from there, Eddie can't even begin to explain.

Chapter 1: born from just one single glance

It’s in the aftermath, when Bobby and Athena are safe and being checked over and the 118 plus family and friends is piled in the waiting room as usual — they all have their preferred chairs with how often they’re here — that Eddie’s unfocused mild interest in this new guy who his friends trust, turns to sharp notice. 

Eddie has to step away to call Carla, to let her know they got Athena and Bobby, to assure her that he’s fine, Buck’s fine, they’re all fine. And then he spares an extra moment to text Marisol because he knows she’ll see the news soon, if she hasn’t already, and will worry.

After, when he returns to the waiting room, Tommy’s in his seat. Eddie doesn’t really have a specific one he favors so much as he always takes one next to Buck. So, it follows that, Tommy is now sitting beside Buck. 

When Eddie left, Buck’d been pale-faced, and shaky in a way he wasn’t when Bobby was missing and he had a goal to focus on. Eddie hadn’t wanted to leave him, but it was Buck who’d said didn’t he need to call Carla? Let Chris know they’re okay?

Eddie pauses across the room and regards the scene before him. Tommy is leaned in, chatting to Buck, making wide, expressive gestures with his hands as he does. Buck’s still more grey than pink in the cheeks and one hand is clutching the arm of his chair, but he’s stopped picking at the patch of peeling paint he’s about tripled in size over their past handful of waiting room residences and there’s a hint of a smile curling the side of his mouth, which had been a grim line before, waiting for the doctor to report back on Bobby and Athena, waiting to be allowed to see them. 

“He’s in good hands.”

Eddie starts at Hen’s words. She appears from behind him carrying two paper cups of what Eddie understands from experience is the worst coffee known to man. He used to force it down because caffeine is caffeine, but he can’t anymore. It reminds him too much of the three minutes and seventeen seconds that were some of the worst of his life.

read on ao3

[weewootruck]

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Hello 👋 Sorry for the long wait. This fic is close to being completed so here's some sentences from the sections I'm add the finishing touches to

💋 - 5+1 kisses 

Eddie’s wanted to do that for so long, the strands soft between his fingers. It’s been a little while since Buck last cut his hair and Eddie hopes that he decides to let them grow out a little more.  A pleasant warmth floods through his body. He would spend the rest of his life in this moment if he could.

...

Eddie is stunned speechless, unable to turn his gaze away from the ring. “You ran away in the middle of the night,” he finally manages to croak out. “I know, and I’m sorry.” For what it’s worth, Buck does actually look ashamed at his past actions. “But I panicked, because that was the first time that I realised what wanting to spend the rest of my life with you actually meant.”

[thewolvesof1998]

Out of Context Line Tag

tagged by @daffi-990 @forthewolves @exhuastedpigeon @wikiangela @spotsandsocks @steadfastsaturnsrings @eowon @hippolotamus @pirrusstuff @jesuisici33  <3<3<3

A far too familiar ache rips through his chest, his breath catches and his eyes start to burn with tears that have become so common lately that he’s surprised they haven’t left permanent marks on his cheeks. He ducks away, not wanting his darkness to mar their happiness any more than it already has. He slumps down onto the couch, head already in his hands trying to push the tears back into his eyes as if that would erase the fact that they were ever there.  A hand lands on his shoulder, it stretches from scar to shoulder blade, “Eddie?”

Okay, I gave you a few more than one line but I just couldn't help myself. I don't think you'll guess what WIP this is from, I've only shared about it once 👀 Might be some clues in the tags...

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[little-annie]

Snippet of my 5+1 WIP | Steve's Thighs |

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" It's a random Saturday in July at the Harrington house and the Party has gathered for yet another pool day to beat the heat. Though this time as Eddie and Robin arrive, crossing through the kitchen towards the backyard, Eddie catches a glimpse of Steve in his newest trunks through the patio doors and oh fuck. They're short.

"Buckley I can't be here," Eddie whispers suddenly, face red, turning on heel to exit the Harrington house. 

Robin grabs her friend's arm and against his will, she continues to drag Eddie towards the backyard where the pool, all Party members and Steve Harrington in illegally short swim trunks currently reside.

"And why's that Dingus?" She continues to march towards the patio doors, pulling Eddie behind.

He looks at her in shock as if she hadn't just witnessed the same sight of Steve Harrington as he had. 

"Your boy and his fucking gams is why. You see those things? Oh my god Robin, you see Steve's legs? Those thighs. I wanna bite 'em-" he licks his lip subconsciously but it adds to his dramatics all the same, "-… and that isn't the most appropriate thought so um yeah, I should go before I do something very stupid."

"Like what Eddie?" Robin rolls her eyes with a laugh, "Like bite the man?"

"Oh you laugh, but when I'm gums deep in your boy's left thigh you'll be just as sick as I am now for even conjuring that thought."

She scrunches her nose in both disbelief and disgust, "They're just legs Eddie, calm your shit."

"Just legs?" The young metalhead whips around to face Robin head on, throwing her a scathing look, "Just legs? Are you kidding me? My poor little gay heart is about to rupture. 'Just legs' she says. As if. As if they aren't the most beautiful thing known to man and all things beyond. All tan and hairy, covered in beauty marks and freckles I could just lick off. My dear Christ in Hell, what I'd give to make a mess of those thighs."

"Eddie!" Robin all but shouts, looking horrified, drawing the attention of the crowd towards the two of them.

"What?" He whisper shouts, beaming dangers into her soul with his stare. 

She sends him a withering and disgusted look before he continues in a sharp whisper, "Like I said, I cannot be here. I'm not responsible for what I say or do in the same vicinity as those beautiful things."

"You're impossible."

"No, I'm gay and just witnessed Steve Harrington in short shorts." "

[devondespresso]

i finally understand the too-many-ideas syndrome

[2jihiir0]

𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙

A steddie murder comic 🖤 read it here !

The one where Steve kills his parents and Eddie helps

I’m so glad to announce that I just posted page 1 and 2 of the comic I’ve been working on these past couple of weeks!

It’s gonna be 5 (long) pages in total, and I’m gonna post it here once they’re all finished. In the meantime you can follow all the updates and wips on my Bluesky.

Hope you enjoy 🔪🔥✨

[piningbuddies]

seven(ish) sentence sunday

oop i've been tagged by @henswilsons @gayhoediaz @capseycartwright @trippedandfell + a billion and one other people for various different tags over the past week or so! here's some of my 5+1 eddie fic as a special treat for you all

I don't want you to be alone.

The words bounce around his head as he sits with them in the dead of night, nursing a beer in the corner of his couch. Is he alone? Eddie doesn't think he's felt lonely in a long time. Sure, some nights he wishes he had company, someone to hold or be held by, someone to talk to after Chris goes to bed. But he knows he has people to talk to. He has Bobby and Hen and Chimney and Linda and Buck. And between coffee dates with Linda and dinner at Bobby's once a week and seeing Hen and Chimney at work every other day, he never really gets a chance to feel lonely. And of course, there's the Buck of it all. Buck and his (Bobby's) famous lasagne. Buck and his apartment. Buck and his genuine brew beer. Buck—

Buck's kind of everything, Eddie's beginning to realise, and he doesn't really know what to do with that.

i'm honestly not sure who's done this yet so uhhhh @buddiefication @usercowboy @hattalove @thatbuddie @clusterbuck and anyone else who feels like sharing pls feel free!!

[honestlydarkprincess]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday!

tagged by the lovely and talented @monsterrae1, @panbuckley, @911onabc, and @cowboy-buddie 💘

we're 11.7k into the eddie 5+1 dates fic and we're getting close to finishing! i just have the +1 date to do<3 i've been in a writing slump the last few days tho so i'm not sure when the beans will start beaning, but alas, have a snippet! it's more than seven sentences but i can't count <3

“My friend Ben is right, seeing your parents kiss is gross.” Chris went on with what he came to the kitchen for, filling up his water bottle and starting to leave.

“Wait, Chris, are you— are you okay with this? Us?” Buck asked hesitantly. He wasn’t ready for the answer but it needed to be asked anyway.

“Of course,” Christopher said, looking at Buck like he was ridiculous for even asking the question. “I’ve been waiting for this to happen.”

“You have?” Eddie and Buck looked at each other, completely dumbfounded.

“Well, it was kind of obvious. At least, it was to me,” Chris said pointedly. “I gave you a hint, Dad. I told you to look at the timeline.”

Eddie sighed. “You did, you did say that. But how was I supposed to know that that meant I was in love with Buck and that he was jealous?!”

“Wait, you’re in love with me?” Buck asked, looking awed.

“Oh my god,” Christopher groaned. He left the room mumbling about his ‘stupid dads being so oblivious to everything, how did they get anywhere in life’.

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[eddiebabygirldiaz]

several sentences sunday

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thanks lovelies! <3

more calls fic because i can't share anything else asdfghjkl and this is actually one of my favorite parts

“Yeah?” Buck asks and for some reason he sounds like a little kid, nervous and bashful about how he will be received.

Eddie blinks and settles more comfortably on his side, curling his legs up towards his torso, and imagines Buck lying next to him. He’s not sure why. It’s not something he has ever done or considered before, but also, it isn’t unfamiliar.

They sleep in bunks next to each other at the firehouse, so seeing Buck across from him as he sleeps has happened so often that it has become comforting, but this is different.

This is Eddie picturing Buck on the same couch as him, which probably wouldn’t even be able to hold both of them comfortably, imagining how their knees would knock together and what Buck’s eyes would look like in this light and how Buck might breathe as they touched.

Eddie has never shared space like that with someone other than Shannon.

Guilt ripples through him, cold and sharp and acidic, blunt teeth gnawing on his nerve endings and trying to numb him enough that the automatic processes of life just dissipate.

He pushes it away, shoving it down as far as it can go, and locks it up, throwing it into a dark corner that he doesn’t plan on ever examining again.

“Yeah,” Eddie finally replies, whispering now because this moment suddenly feels sacred and fragile, liquid glass surrounding them in a golden cocoon that can be too easily shifted, and if he talks too loud he might break it, cause it to pool on the floor and run away from them, spooking himself or Buck and that’s the last thing he wants right now.

“Yeah, I–” he pauses, rolling around words in his mouth that feel like sharpened knives and silk ribbons, finally deciding that he can cut himself and then wrap a soft bandage around the hurt just to offer Buck a little more truth tonight. “I just wanna hear you. Think I need that.” Truth truth truth.

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[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 17

Sorry to leave you on that cliffhanger. If I hadn't screwed up you would have only had to wait a week instead of two. But tada! The mysterious [REDACTED] from WIP Wednesday.

Steve recovers from his no good horrible bad day with the help of those who love him.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

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Steve raised his head and peeked out of the covers. “Eddie? How are you here?”

Eddie was at his side in an instant. “Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, stroking Steve’s hair. “The tour is over beautiful. It’s coming home day, did you forget?”

“Mr. Munson,” Bob said, moving away from the bed. “We were trying to get him up before you came back. But it was harder then we planned.”

“You did an admirable job,” Eddie assured him. He turned back to Steve. “Robin told me about what happened. I’m sorry, little Canary. I wish I could have protected you from that.”

Steve let out a little whimper.

“What’s your name?” he asked Rosa and when she supplied it, he said, “would you go a draw a bath for Steve? I don’t think he’s up for a shower.”

She hastened to do as he asked.

“Bob, go ring up the kitchen and have them prepare a light meal. Soup, salad, chicken that’s light on the sauce. Anything that wouldn’t hurt an already upset stomach.”

Bob nodded and moved over to the desk phone to do just that. Eddie carefully removed the blankets as they were sticking to Steve’s skin.

He picked him up and carried him to the bathroom where he stripped Steve of his underwear and socks and lowered him into the bath.

“You just stay there, and I’ll be right back to wash your hair, mmk?”

Steve nodded and dumped half the bottle of bubbles into the water causing Eddie to laugh.

Steve laid his head back on the rim of the bathtub with a sigh. He could feel the heat of the water seep into his bones and muscles as he relaxed for the first time since he was forcibly vacated from his job.

Eddie came back in a moment a later and knelt behind Steve’s head. He tipped Steve’s head forward as he poured water over his hair. Steve hissed as the warm water hit his head a shoulders.

“Is it too hot, sweetheart?” Eddie asked gently, stopping his pouring.

“No,” Steve assured him. “I just wasn’t expecting it. It felt good.”

He smiled and began pouring again, once Steve’s hair was completely wet, he added shampoo to his hands and scrubbed it through his hair. He rinsed out the shampoo and washed it again. He continued to do this until all the stickiness had been washed out of the hair. He grabbed the conditioner and ran it gently through Steve’s hair, massaging his scalp.

“You think you can scrub yourself while that sets, beautiful?” he asked, getting to his feet. “I need to go see about your dinner.”

Steve nodded and set to work doing just that. Eddie patted the edge of the tub and walked out, leaving him to finish cleaning himself off. The bubbles almost towered of the top of the water, making the work harder and more fun. He had built a tower of foam by the time the other man came back.

“Someone is having fun,” he huffed and Steve smiled for the first time in days. “Let’s get your hair rinsed and you toweled off. Your friends have gone for now, but they promised to be back after you eat.”

“Okay.”

Once his hair had been rinsed out, he got out of the tub and toweled off, slipping on the yellow frilly robe Eddie had got for him the day he met Robin. He buried his nose into the collar and breathed in the scent of lavender soap that Rosa always used when doing his laundry.

He walked out of the bathroom to find that his bedding had been replaced and the floors cleaned. The carpet was still damp in places where it had been scrubbed.

“Sorry about that,” he muttered going over to sit on the chair.

“It’s all right, little Canary,” Eddie said gently stroking his wet hair. “You shouldn’t have had to go through that. I’m sorry that you had to at all.”

They ate in silence and then Steve’s friends came back in and Eddie slipped out so that Steve could talk to them.

“He’s a good man,” Rosa said firmly. “But I thought he was, eh? Primo?”

Bob grimaced. “That was just something to help keep Steve safe. He’s more...” he waved his hand back in forth, “novio? Ish?”

Steve snorted.

He wasn’t sure there was a term in Spanish for what Eddie was to him. Hell he wasn’t even sure there was one in English. Or at least not a polite one, anyway.

“You let him take care of you,” Rosa huffed, “and I won’t get some many grey hairs, yes?”

Steve burst out laughing. “If you wanted more money to pay your hairdresser, Rosa, you should have asked. I would have been tipping bigger.”

She swatted at him with her towel, but they were both smiling at each other, so Steve considered it a win.

Once they were satisfied he was going to be fine, they left him alone. He let out a shuddering breath and let out all his emotions that he had bottled up since the incident at work. He let out another breath and then another. He was amazed at the end that he wasn’t a sobbing mess.

Steve got up and called Robin.

“Steve!” she admonished. “God, I was starting to get really worried about you. Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine,” he assured her. “I just needed some time to process what happened. It was so messed up. I mean Tommy and I were assholes in school, but we wouldn’t have pulled something like that. That’s insane!”

“Yeah,” Robin said slowly like the word was dragged out of her. “I was thinking about that too. Like, yeah there was some bullying, but the usual shoving people against lockers and giving them wedgies, but this? This feels malicious in a way I have no words for.”

“It feels like something my dad would do.”

That statement hung between them for a moment and Robin’s breath stuttered at the weight of it.

“Shit, Steve,” she whispered. “I–I just never realized how bad things were you with your parents. I guess I pushed how bad it must have been for you under a rug in my head because I didn’t want to face how badly you’ve been treated. I’m sorry.”

Steve let out a long suffering sigh. It had always been the point of contention among all the kids, most of the adults, and yes even Robin, that they just didn’t understand what Steve was going through.

“I’m not sure it’ll make you feel better,” she said softly, “but according to your little nuggets, Hopper downplayed the argument he had with Joyce.”

Steve blinked for a moment as he tried to remember her saying something about that. The way she had first said it made it sound like that they merely had had a conversation and Joyce had agreed to back off.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” she hedged. “So Will said that they had a really bad fight. Hop was saying that if she hadn’t been such a hard ass on you about the job, you wouldn’t have gotten assaulted twice. Joyce complained, saying that he had just told her who was bankrolling your stay, this would have never happened.”

Steve closed his eyes and flopped on the bed. “Shit.”

“It gets worse,” she said dryly.

“How could it possibly be worse than that?” he asked, suddenly sitting up.

“Hop told her that she would have behaved badly if she knew who had rescued you,” Robin continued. “She didn’t like that. She said that she didn’t care who was taking care of you as long as she had a name.”

Dread pooled in Steve’s stomach and began to twist. “He told her, didn’t he?”

“Yeah,” she said softly, “and as predicted she flipped her shit. Hopper told her the ‘you waiting for Monty to get off work’ line so you could spend the night at his place. But know she thinks he’s your sugar daddy and blew up at Hop for thinking that was appropriate to have around Ellie.”

“She didn’t.”

“She did,” Robin said. “Hopper pointed out that not only had Eddie been on tour for three months he’d been taking care of you, but that marrying someone rich and letting them take care of you wasn’t the sin everyone made it out to be.”

Steve did a fist pump. “Score one for Hopper! That’s incredible.”

“Yeah,” she sighed wistfully. “And then he told her that he would trust you and Eddie before he trust you with anyone else in the whole god damned town!”

“Wait,” Steve said, suddenly frowning, “Will told you all this?”

“Ellie, too,” Robin said warily. “The whole thing was a shit show and right now Hop and Joyce aren’t talking.”

“Thanks for the heads up,” he muttered. “How are the rest of the kids taking it?”

“Like even Mike is on your side,” she huffed with a bitter laugh. “Which is really saying something. But I think the most surprising is that Jonathan is mad at her for the whole thing. Apparently he had been trying to warn her for awhile. He said he suspected it might be someone like Eddie who was helping you out. Which blew everyone else’s mind let me tell you.”

Steve chuckled, twirling the phone cord around his finger. “You’ve got to be careful, it’s always the silent types that surprise you.”

“Yeah, sure,” Robin scoffed. “But anyway, I’m glad you’re feeling better. You up for a BBF day?”

“Not to today,” Steve said with a sigh. “Maybe tomorrow, but I wanted to let you know that I was alive and that you didn’t have start planning a funeral or some shit.”

“Message received loud and clear,” she said cheerfully. “And thanks for the heads up. You have a nice pamper day and call me tomorrow, okay?”

“Roger that!” Steve said, a smile on his face. “Bye!” He hung up and flopped on the bed again. He stared up at the ceiling in awe. He never meant for Hopper and Joyce to blow up at each other like that. He just wanted her back off and now...

“I can hear you catastrophizing from here,” a warm voice said with a chuckle. “It’s not your fault with what happened between Hop and Joyce Byers. She shouldn’t have kept pushing like she did.”

Steve scrambled to wrap the robe around his waist as the belt had come loose during his talk with Robin, showing a lot more than was probably decent for company.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly coming over to sit in the chair across from the sofa. “I forgot you were coming back in everything that was going on.”

“That’s okay, little Canary,” Eddie said with soft smile. “You needed the comfort of your friends and I’m happy you’re up and doing better. You’ve got color back in your cheeks. You were so pale when I came in.”

Steve blushed adding more color to his cheeks.

“I’ve got a room across the hall from you,” he murmured, “so if you need anything, just come on over. I’ll be in most of the time, but I would like to visit family a little while I’m in town.”

“Oh gosh!” Steve gushed. “Of course. I’m not your keeper, you can come and go how ever you like. I’ll just do what I always do.”

“Which is what exactly?” he asked with a dimpled grin. Steve wanted to bite them. “I’ve been out of touch for awhile.”

“This and that,” he said with a shrug. “I draw some, I go see movies, I’ve been trying all sorts of hobbies and things. My latest is learning how to skateboard. One of the kids I used to babysit is teaching me.”

“That explains all the purchases at the skate shop then,” he said with a wink. He patted the seat next to him. “Come sit by me. I think we have a lot to talk about.”

Steve chewed his lip for a moment and then nodded. He got up and slunk over to the sofa and sat down. He turned to face him and put his elbow on the back cushion, drawing his knee up under him.

“I’ve spoken to Hopper,” Eddie said, “and he agrees with me that you should remain here in this hotel room at least until the whole mall thing blows over. And by that I mean you’re free to go, but you’ll still be living at the hotel in this room, specifically.”

Steve let out a long shuddering breath. “That’s a relief honestly,” he said with sigh. “I like the people here. I feel safe here.”

“I’m glad,” Eddie said with a warm smile. “As for what happens in the future is going to be play by ear. The rest of the band in town visiting their families, too. In fact everyone but me got their own old rooms back.”

“Oops!” Steve said with a grimace. “No takesbackies!”

Eddie laughed, throwing back his head. “Never. I like how you decorated the place so I’m not going to force you to move.”

“Thanks for everything,” Steve murmured, bumping their shoulders together. “With the hotel room and the money and the car, my dad still hasn’t found out where I am. Which apparently is making family dinners very tense.”

“They think the bouncer...” Eddie said snapping his fingers, “what was his name?”

Steve smiled. “Monty.”

“Monty!” he crowed. “That’s it! So they think ole Monty has you stashed away somewhere?”

“Pretty much!”

“Well, I think once people start seeing me around town,” Eddie said seriously, “they might put two and two together. But as I said for the long term this is your home, until we can find you something safer.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Can I tell people who my mysterious benefactor is now?”

Eddie laughed again. “Yeah, sure, little Canary you can tell whoever you want.”

~

Part 18

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by: @underwater-ninja-13 @wikiangela @daffi-990 @bekkachaos and @spotsandsocks

This fic is currently just over 7k words and I've only got a few more scenes to add to it before it's done 🥰

They stand in silence for a long moment. Long enough that Eddie is about to take the silence as his answer. “I didn’t want to screw things up,” Buck huffs a humourless laugh as he takes a seat at the table, “But I guess I made a mess of things anyway.” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, nodding slightly as he remembers how it stung when Buck kissed him then fled in the middle of the night after he told him Natalia and him had broken up. He remembers feeling humiliated when it turned out the kiss at the bar was just a favour to lose that girl's attention. But he also remembers how loved he felt after he got hurt and Buck was there to take care of him, and the domesticity when they talked about wanting to expand their family together. “I’m not exactly known for having successful relationships,” Buck continues. “Everyone leaves in the end. And I can’t lose you too, Eddie. You and Chris mean so much to me.”

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—just a silly little fluffy fic i wrote the other night instead of working on my wip <33

rated: g | words: 5.8k | read on ao3

summary:

Eddie slipped his gloves off and started to wander back to the truck, stopping when he heard Buck’s voice once more, a little louder than before.

“Yea, my husband over there will come take a look at you. Get you all patched up.”

Did Buck just—

Eddie whipped around to his boyfriend, the man stood there with the patient seemingly unfazed.

There wasn’t anyone else around within earshot, though Eddie wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

—or—

Buck starts calling Eddie his husband. Only problem...they're not engaged. aka the 5 times Buck refers to Eddie as his husband and the 1 time Eddie makes it true.

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WIP Wednesday 🫠

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I gave in and started writing a Bucktommy fic because I love them so so much. Someone tell me to study instead of obsessing over these men. Please… I have 5 assignments and 2 tests. I need to stop thinking of these boys. Bucktommy kiss has been watched so many times I see it when I blink.

Anyway… I love bucktommy so here have this:

When Eddie leaves Buck waits approximately 13 seconds before he’s taking out his phone and calling Tommy.

“Evan?” Tommy answers. And fuck, Buck can not get over him saying his name. It’s just his name. But also, it’s his name!!! There’s something so right with the way Tommy says it. He’d never really cared for his first name. It was too associated with his past and his parents. But— but Tommy says it and it has him feeling something he isn’t yet able to explain. He’s discovered this amazing part of himself, and to properly acknowledge and appreciate that side of him he needs to be Evan. Because healing starts with Evan.

“I- I told Eddie,” Buck starts. “About- about us. Or well, about me.”

Tommy’s silent on the phone for a moment and Buck wonders if he’s made a big mistake in calling. He should have let it go. Tommy doesn’t want him—

“Oh yeah?” Tommy says, and Buck lets out a small breath of relief.

“Um, yeah. And- and I know you said I wasn’t ready. But- but listen, I really like you, okay? And I want to go out with you. And I’m sorry I hid our relationship but-but I told Eddie now, okay? So would you- would you go out with me again?” Buck says, stumbling through his words, trying and failing not to let his desperation show.

There’s another pause and then Buck hears a light chuckle on the other end of the line. “Yeah, Evan. That would be nice.”

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