#ED AND AL MY BOYS
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arsonamiright ¡ 5 months ago
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what did they put in fma??? This show made me cry over a serial killer??? Like???
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ahsokalegend ¡ 6 months ago
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what am i supposed to do now that I’ve finished Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood
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infestedguest ¡ 11 months ago
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tfw you’re a couple chapters into an fma found family fic and it’s becoming increasingly clear that the author sees Al as an accessory for Ed and not as an actual character
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gareleia ¡ 9 months ago
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the ed & alfons comedic duo we never got
"Well I'd like to see YOU people try to FLY this thing through a FUCKING Portal of Truth with TWO BLOODY DECADES of time displacement yanking you in 83 directions at once, and not fucking CRASH! OOH, LOOK AT THAT, ED! IT'S A PORTAL! LET'S STRAP YOU INTO A PROTOTYPE OF A GODDAMN FLYING DEATHTRAP AND FLING YOU RIGHT INTO IT, WHY DON'T WE?! WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?! "THE THEORY IS SOUND", HE SAID! "SHOULD BE EASY", HE SAID! WELL, FUCK YOU, HEIDERICH! YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT!"
"Oh, shut up, Elric! Everything is always MY fault with you, isn't it! Shows what I get for trying to help you, you delusional asshole!"
"OH, I'M THE ASSHOLE?! I'M THE ASSHOLE?! YOU TIED ME UP AND STRAPPED ME INTO A ROCKET, YOU FUCKING NUTCASE! BUILDING ROCKETS FOR TERRORISTS OF ALL PEOPLE, AND HE CALLS ME DELUSIONAL!"
"OH, SURE! I SHOULD'VE JUST TURNED DOWN THE FUCKING THULE SOCIETY! AND THEY TOTALLY WOULDN'T HAVE KILLED ME, RIGHT?! AND THEN I WOULD'VE JUST GONE TO WORK FOR ANOTHER WELL-FUNDED FACILITY LOOKING TO SPONSOR MY RESEARCH! AND WITHOUT A FIXED BUDGET, NO LESS!"
"RIGHT, WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE?!"
"WELL EXCUSE ME, ELRIC, I'M AN ENGINEER, NOT A FUCKING WIZARD! WE DO SCIENCE IN MY WORLD, I CAN'T JUST MAGIC A WALL WHEN SOMEONE IS SHOOTING AT ME!"
"ALCHEMY IS A SCIENCE, YOU UNCULTURED SWINE! YOU WOULD'VE KNOWN THAT IF YOU EVER BLOODY LISTENED TO ME! LIKE, YOU KNOW, THAT TIME WHEN I TOLD YOU NOT TO BUILD ROCKETS FOR THULE SOCIETY?! BUT NOOO, WHO EVER LISTENS TO ED?! NOBODY!"
"WELL MAYBE I WOULD'VE LISTENED TO YOU IF YOU EVER TONED DOWN THE INSANE BULLSHIT! BABY STEPS, YOU KNOW?!"
"THERE ARE NO BABY STEPS IN SCIENCE, YOU COWARD!"
"AND THAT'S WHY I'M BUILDING THE ROCKETS AND YOU'RE EXPLODING THEM!" "GREAT! AND NOW THE WORLD IS ENDING!"
"WHICH ONE?!"
"BOTH OF THEM!"
"…oh. We should probably do something about it, huh?"
"Yeah. Let's get moving."
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greed-the-dorkalicious ¡ 1 year ago
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Back in like, the early 2010s I quit reading FMA fics because there were almost none that didn't treat Al as an afterthought (other than Al/May fics), and you know what? It's uh. that still seems to be the case huh
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coockie8 ¡ 1 year ago
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when you say ed has body image issues what do you mean by that???
I mean that I headcanon that Ed doesn't think very highly of himself physically; like he feels like he's not much to look at.
He knows he's smart, strong, and he's a great Alchemist, but he feels like that's pretty much where his desirable qualities end. He hates pretty much everything about his body; his height, his stumps, his country-boy teeth, (the fact he looks so much like his dad), but bottles it up because he feels like he should be grateful to have any body at all when Alphonse doesn't.
This comes out a bit in my writing, mostly in To Hell and Back for obvious reasons, but it's been cropping up in other fics that are still WIPs lately as well. I don't even really have any canon evidence for it, it's just a vibe I get lol Plus the fact Ed blames himself for Al being stuck in the armour and hates himself is practically, if not literally, canon.
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adrift-in-thyme ¡ 1 year ago
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Roy and Ed have the best mentor - mentee relationship. Discuss.
THEY DO
Roy after thirty minutes discussing a plan: Ed did you listen to a word I said
Ed: yeah totally. I especially liked the part where you suggested we go get some sandwhiches. I heartily agree
Roy: *internal screaming*
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mightydyke ¡ 1 year ago
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Today I learned the phrase "Promethean Over Reacher" which basically describes my favourite type of character ever
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magicandmaybe ¡ 1 year ago
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radibe5 ¡ 7 days ago
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every once in a while i see an out of context spoiler post about fma03 and get just a little bit more scared
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kylermalloy ¡ 2 years ago
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Red Right Hand
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Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Edward Elric/Alphonse Elric
Word Count: 1177
Fullmetal. Elric. The boy wonder, the prodigy. He’s known by many names, all of them earned. Barely twenty years old, he surpassed the criminal empire built by his father—who’s now missing? Deceased? Murdered by the boy himself?—and expanded his reach beyond belief.
He has all of the criminal underworld licking his boots, begging to deal with him. His operations are goddamn near flawless, and he deals with any problems swiftly and ruthlessly. He has the police eating out of the palm of his hand.
He’s untouchable. And he walks fearlessly in the streets because he knows it.
The assassin grips the blade in his hand. He has one chance.
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silent-stories ¡ 2 years ago
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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆
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Pairing: Eddie x GN!Reader
Summary: The soft way you wake Eddie in the morning is very different from the way his father used to.
Warnings: fluff, Eddie's father being an ass
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1977
Eddie's bedroom door slammed open and his father strode in, heading for the bed where Eddie had just woken up from the loud noise.
His dad already had a bottle of alcohol in his hand even though it was only seven in the morning.
"Wake up, asshole." He said kicking the bed, making Eddie jump, "It's eight o'clock and you're already late for school."
Eddie rubbed his eyes with a hand, yawning.
Al Munson, who evidently wasn't the very patient type, grabbed the mattress and basically tipped it over, knocking Eddie, who was thin and not very tall for his age at the time, to the floor.
"If you'd woken up earlier this wouldn't have been necessary." His father mumbled walking out of the room slamming the door behind him.
Of course, it was never his fault but always Eddie's. It was easier for him that way.
Eddie rolled onto his back with a grunt and stared at the ceiling of his room.
"Well, good morning to me."
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"Eddie."
He heard your soft voice calling his name and slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey, good morning. It's almost nine."
You were sitting on the edge of the bed next to him and you were wearing only one of his black Metallica t-shirts which was way too big for you. Your face was still slightly sleepy so you mustn't have woken up long before but still Eddie thought you were one of the most beautiful things he'd seen in his entire life.
Daylight was filtering through the window, lighting up Eddie's messy bedroom.
You reached out and moved a strand of dark hair from his face, your fingers gently caressed his skin.
Eddie still had to get used to that. To you waking him up in that sweet and peaceful way. Without haste, without yelling, without any kind of violence.
He still had to get used to the way you caressed his face or kissed his cheek to wake him up every time you did before him, when you spent the night at his trailer, and he still had to get used to the fact that there was no one left to kick him out of bed every morning, even though it had been years.
He sat up on the bed in front of you, the blanket slipping off his body revealing his bare chest and the tattoos covering his pale skin.
Seeing you in his shirt gave him a feeling of absolute peace, he felt like not only he felt at home and safe when he was with you but you did it too when you were with him.
"Do you wanna help me make breakfast?" You asked, a soft smile on your lips.
Eddie in response slowly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him.
Not yet, that meant.
You giggled. "Are you okay Eds?"
He nodded as he rested his head on your shoulder and you ran your fingertips against his bare back. A shiver ran through Eddie's body but it was a good feeling.
Thank you for still being here with me, he wanted to say. Thank you for waking me up every morning like you do.
You softly ran your fingers up and down his spine for a few more moments, your gaze falling on the almost invisible freckles on his skin.
You gently brushed his hair away and planted a kiss on his bare shoulder, only realizing you'd tickled him when you heard a small, muffled laugh come from the crook of your neck where Eddie was resting his head.
Despite this he didn't ask you to stop when your lips found his shoulder again, leaving a trail of soft kisses.
During that quiet intimate moment the only sounds that could be heard in the room were your breaths and the sound of your kisses.
"I love you." He muttered as he gently pulled away from you, after some moments, and you cupped his face in your hands after tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
"My sweet, sleepy boy." You laughed before placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you too."
My.
Eddie still couldn't believe it.
You took his hand in yours and got out of bed as he did the same, Eddie was still shirtless and his bare feet met the cool but pleasant floor of the trailer.
"Pancakes?" He asked as you both made your way to the kitchen.
A smile appeared on your face. "Exactly what I was thinking about."
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Tags: @jacklesdeanvessel @morning-sky7 @pipsqueakkitten @navs-bhat
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hotshotsxyz ¡ 8 days ago
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love dresses up in many ways
(buddie)(8x07 spec)(881 words) how about a little not-evil spec? as a treat title from yet another bastille song
“Buck,” Eddie says flatly as soon as he opens the door.
Buck pastes on his most charming smile. “Eddie,” he replies.
“I’m one person.” He steps back to let Buck in anyway.
“One person that’s choosing joy!” Buck reminds him sunnily, kicking the door shut behind him.  
Eddie grins and leans against the wall. “I am,” he acknowledges. “Pretty sure I don’t need to overdose on baked goods to achieve that.”
“Sure you do!” Buck exclaims. “Besides, this one’s focaccia. There’s like, a vegetable in it.”
Eddie snorts and rolls his eyes. “Oh, well, if there’s a vegetable…”
“See, I knew you’d come around.” Buck makes his way into the kitchen to drop off the focaccia (and the pound cake and the brownies, but shh, who’s counting?).
“Grab a couple beers?” Eddie calls after him.
He opens the fridge and finds a six pack of a fruited wheat beer he’s never seen before and grins. It’s not that he’s actually all that excited to try You’re My Boy Blueberry Wheat Ale, but man, it’s hard to put into words just how much he likes seeing Eddie try news things just for the fun of them. There’re a few familiar sours in there, too, but fuck it. Buck grabs two of the blue-labeled bottles and heads back into the living room.
“I reserve the right to pour this out and get a new one if it’s weird,” Buck announces, popping the top off Eddie’s and handing it to him.
“Mm,” Eddie replies. He takes a tentative sip, then his face blooms into one of those easy smiles Buck’s seeing more and more of these days. “S’not weird,” he says. “It’s good.”
“Yeah?” Buck asks.
Eddie shrugs. “Guess you’ll have to try it for yourself.”
“Guess so,” Buck murmurs before taking a sip of his own.
To his genuine surprise, it is good. Better than he expected. Like maybe-his-new-favorite-beer better.
“Okay, yeah,” Buck says, dropping down onto the couch next to Eddie. “Not weird.”
Eddie grins at him, so bright that Buck kind of wants to look away, but also maybe never stop looking.
“So what inspired today’s round of baking?” Eddie asks, knocking his knee against Buck’s.
Unbidden, an image of Eddie’s bare thigh pops into Buck’s head. He brushes it away because—
Anyway, he brushes it away.
“I dunno, Eds,” Buck says with a sigh. “I just— I think I’m a little stuck. In—in my own head, I mean. About, you know, all of it.” He waves his beer around to emphasize his point and narrowly avoids spilling it. “It’s not even about him, you know? It’s what he represents.”
“Which is…” Eddie prompts.
Buck settles back into the couch and wraps his non-beer-holding arm around himself. “I don’t know. Finding whatever it is I’m missing, I guess.”
Eddie hums and takes a long sip of his beer. “What makes you think you’re missing something?” he asks finally.
Buck frowns, nonplussed. “I mean,” he says, gesturing vaguely.
“What, a couple of not-forever relationships and there’s something wrong with you?” Eddie asks and—
“Five,” Buck says dully. “Five not-forever relationships.” Yeah, he’s pretty sure there’s something wrong with him.
“Buck,” Eddie says softly. From anyone else, it would feel chastising. From Eddie, it’s just… comfortable.
“Well what do you think it is?” Buck asks.
“I think,” Eddie says slowly, “that I’m probably the least helpful person you could possibly ask for relationship advice.”
Buck rolls his eyes. “M’not asking you about relationships, I’m asking you about me.”
“Ah, well, in that case,” Eddie says teasingly.
Despite himself, Buck smiles. “Just—what is it that makes me so—” Easy to leave? Hard to love? He can’t quite bring himself to voice either thought.
Eddie frowns like he heard them anyway. “Whatever it is, I like it,” he says with a shrug.
Buck blinks. “You… like that I keep getting dumped?”
“No, obviously not, Buck,” Eddie says, turning to shoot him an exasperated look. “I like you,” he continues. “Whatever it is your exes were too stupid to love about you, I do.”
All the air seems to leave the room. It’s—one time, in high school, Buck was slammed into the ground so hard during a football game that for a few seconds, he was literally incapable of breathing. This feels a little—a lot—like that.
“Eddie,” he croaks.
He shrugs again, like he didn’t just say the most insane, incredible, intense thing Buck’s ever heard.
“I like you the way you are,” Eddie reiterates. “You don’t need to make yourself less to be loved. The right person will get that.”
Buck swallows. “You think?” he manages.
“I know,” Eddie says emphatically.
Buck opens his mouth and closes it again. It’s just—it isn’t something he hasn’t heard before. Hell, Eddie’s said it more that once before. He just feels—
It’s like there’s something in his chest that’s dying to break loose, some incredible revelation that’s just around the corner. But for all he pokes and prods at it, it won’t come any sooner. There’s something, though.
Maybe he does just need to let the universe do it’s thing. In the meantime, he’s sitting next to Eddie on the only couch he’s ever really felt completely comfortable on. It’s enough.
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steddieas-shegoes ¡ 8 months ago
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cw: discussion of past parental death due to overdose, mention of drug use
Steve stumbled upon the article when he was helping Robin collect articles for a project for her Industry Studies course.
He didn’t think much of reading about another small time musician getting caught up with the wrong crowd, and overdosing or getting in a drunk driving accident. It seemed like a pretty common theme. It was terrible, sad, horrible, but he’d seen about 30 stories like that in the last two days and he was kind of getting numb to it all.
Until he saw the name Munson.
Until a picture of a woman with long, curly hair and Eddie’s smile stared back at him next to a headline that read: “Kentucky Country Queen Dead at 27.”
He read the article with tears in his eyes.
Elizabeth “El” Munson, a hopeful country singer and guitarist, was found dead in her home by her six year old son, Edward. The boy reportedly tried calling his father at work with no luck before finally calling his uncle, Wayne Munson.
Toxicology reports show that she overdosed on multiple illegal substances. At this time, it is believed to have been accidental and no foul play is suspected.
It has now been made clear that Elizabeth was seeking a divorce from her husband, Al Munson, but had not been successful as lawyers were unable to locate him until her funeral. Their son has been put in the care of Wayne until further notice.
Robin found him 20 minutes later, staring at the page with swollen, red eyes. She took the paper, read the article, and put it back in the files wordlessly.
“I don’t think he wants us to know,” she finally said.
She was probably right.
But Steve had grown pretty close to Eddie over the last six months, had opened up to him about his parents, his fake friends, his concussions and nightmares. Eddie had started opening up to him, too.
He thought he had, anyway.
He told him about how his mom died when he was young and his dad was awful so he moved in with Wayne. He told him about how his dad appeared every couple years looking for money or a place to stay and Wayne always turned him away.
But he never really talked about his mom, always said he barely remembered her.
Did he know what happened?
——
Steve asked Wayne the next morning.
He’d come by to pick Eddie up for a day with the kids, but Eddie hadn’t set his alarm and was still asleep.
Perfect opportunity to find out more.
“So. Eddie’s mom.”
Wayne tensed over his plate of toast and scrambled eggs. He didn’t look up, just took another bite of food.
“Does he know how she died?”
“Do you?”
“Newspaper said overdose,” Steve tapped his fingers nervously against his thigh. “Says Eddie found her.”
“Trauma messes with your memory.”
It was final, a statement that left Steve with more questions, but a certainty that he’d get no answers.
“Yeah.” He gulped. “I’ve heard.”
——
Steve doesn’t bring it up to Eddie for a while.
He figured Wayne’s reaction said a lot about what Eddie knew or would be willing to share.
But they were a little high and alone and Eddie’s hand was warm in his and his filter was broken.
“I’m sorry you had to be the one to find your mom.”
The air around them was thick. The silence was deafening.
“Me too.”
Eddie’s voice was quiet, nothing like his usual playful tone.
Steve immediately wanted to put this conversation in reverse, pretend his curiosity didn’t matter.
“I’m sorry.”
Eddie moved closer to Steve, his arm a constant pressure against Steve’s. His head leaned against Steve’s shoulder.
“Wayne doesn’t know I know how she died. He doesn’t know I know my dad gave her bad drugs, convinced her all the up and coming musicians were doing a new strain of heroin. She’d kicked him out of the house,” Eddie’s breath caught. “She shouldn’t have let him come back that day. I heard them arguing before I left for school. She told him she was finding a manager and recording an album and that she was divorcing him. I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew it was bad.”
“Eds, you don’t have to tell me.”
“I know, Stevie. But you know everything else.” Eddie’s face turned until his nose and mouth were pressed against Steve’s arm. “I went to school. Didn’t think about it. Figured my dad would be gone when I got home and might come back in a few days once they cooled off. But when I got home, he was gone and my mom’s bedroom door was closed. And I opened it and there she was.”
Steve turned so he was face to face with Eddie, cupping his jaw and rubbing his thumb along his cheek in encouragement.
“I don’t even know why I tried calling the store first. I didn’t even know if he still worked there. But then I called Wayne and it’s like he just knew.” Eddie’s eyes closed for a moment. “Don’t think he’d ever gotten to our house so quick.”
“Did he know all this?”
“He knew enough. I stayed with him and then my dad gave up his rights. Lied to the counselor about what I knew so Wayne wouldn’t freak. Kept it up for a while,” Eddie let out a small exhale that slightly resembled a laugh. “I read the article about eight years ago. A kid in my class made a joke about me being an orphan because of the drug problem in America as if he even knew what that meant and I decided to see what the newspaper reported.”
“Do you play because of her?” Steve asked.
Eddie blinked back at him.
“I play for a lot of reasons. But I started because of her, yeah,” he whispers. “You’re the first person to ask me that instead of give me that look of pity.”
“I’m sad about how it happened, but giving you pity doesn’t change it. I’d rather hear how it changed you,” Steve whispered back.
They were close, legs intertwined, hands touching bare skin under shirts and on faces and necks.
“It changed everything for me. Wayne packed us up and moved us here as soon as he legally could. Probably for the best. Well,” Eddie gave a small smile. “Definitely for the best. Wouldn’t be here with you if he hadn’t.”
“Do you ever go back?” Steve did his best to ignore the fluttering in his stomach.
“Her birthday every year. She’s got a nice spot near her mom.” Eddie bit his lip. “It’s actually coming up in a couple weeks. Maybe you could come with me?”
“Me? Are you sure?”
Eddie nodded. “If it doesn’t weird you out that I talk to her. I like to give her updates on my life, Wayne’s life, music. Think she’d find it quite funny that I bring the guy I’ve had a crush on for two years.”
It takes a minute for the words to sink in.
“Two years?” Steve’s lips curled up into a smile. “I hope I live up to expectations.”
“I think she’d like you. She’d definitely make fun of me for having a boyfriend who wears polos though.”
“Is that how you’d introduce me?”
“If you’re okay with it.” Eddie leaned his forehead against Steve’s. “I know we haven’t talked about what we-“
Steve pressed his lips to Eddie’s, nearly knocking their noses together painfully in the process.
After the initial shock, they both relaxed into the kiss.
“I’d love to go. As your boyfriend,” Steve said after pulling away for air. “What was her favorite flower?”
“Gardenias. Always wore perfume that smelled like it. Why?”
“Because I have to impress her, right?”
“You realize she’s not gonna actually see or hear you? She’s definitely dead.”
Steve snorted. “I know. But she can still have nice things. Maybe us bringing her nice things in death is a way to apologize for the not nice things she had in life.”
“You’re a pretty incredible boyfriend, sweetheart.” Eddie kissed the tip of his nose. “And you now know more than Wayne, so it’s time for a pinky promise.”
Steve giggled before holding up his pinky. “I swear I won’t tell Wayne anything.”
“And you’ll kiss me whenever I want…”
“That’s a guarantee.”
“And you’ll let me win at Go Fish…”
“Not a chance, Eds.”
Eddie laughed. “Worth a try.”
Steve curled his pinky against Eddie’s. “So do you think she’d like me?”
“Oh. Oh god. She’d love you. You’re exactly who she’d want for me,” Eddie rolled his eyes when Steve flipped his hair back confidently. “And she’d braid your hair every night while you gossiped and sipped tea.”
“And what would you do?”
“Probably just soak it in. Appreciate having her and you around. You’ll just have to gossip with Wayne.”
“Wayne doesn’t strike me as-“
“Oh, he’s got you fooled! He’s a worse gossip than the ladies at the hair salon. Just ask him about the mailbox at the end of the road sometime. Make sure you’ve got an hour to spare.”
“Really?” Steve’s eyes lit up. “Is he home now?”
Eddie pulled Steve forward until he was flush against his front. “No and I have much better plans than gossiping with my uncle.”
“Oh?” Steve’s brow raised.
“It involves my bed and handcuffs. You in?”
“Hopefully you’re in.”
“God, you’re ridiculous. C’mon, now I’m even harder from your stupid flirting,” Eddie sat up and tugged until Steve followed. “Can’t believe this is how my night’s going.”
“Believe it, baby.”
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stevesbipanic ¡ 3 months ago
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@steddieangstyaugust Day 18: Right Person, Wrong Time
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"And then these big birds come and rescue them!" Eddie splays out his arms like wings.
"That's so cool! Then what happened?" Steve asked eyes wide.
Eddie shrugged, "Not sure yet, councillor said I had to go to sleep. I'll tell you tomorrow though don't worry."
Summer camp had been the best summer ever in Eddie's opinion, and meeting Steve had made it even better. They had been inseparable even if they'd been assigned different cabins.
"Will you write me letters when summer is over? I don't want to miss any of the story," Steve said poking the fire.
"Of course I will, you'll be sick of seeing my name in your mailbox. Will you write to me too?"
"Of course, best friends forever right?"
"Forever, Stevie."
Scrawny handwriting on scraps of paper passed between the boys hands on the last day of camp. They were so excited to get home to send their first letter.
What they didn't know was that over summer Al Munson had been sent to jail, and with his mother gone it was Wayne that would pick him up from camp. Eddie's little home in Tawny Brooks was now on the road with Wayne until they could settle down somewhere. He held onto that paper like a lifeline.
In the meantime Steve was writing his first letter, begging his mother for a stamp and excitedly dropping it in the mailbox at the post office. It came back a couple weeks later with the words "Return to Sender". He shoved it into his desk, hurt, but hoped Eddie's letter would come soon, maybe he'd written his address wrong.
It was Steve who had written his address wrong though, dancing letters that made things hard to read changed the w in Hawkins to an m. Eddie didn't stand a chance when he dropped his letter in the box explaining he would send his address as soon as he was able. When he landed in a trailer in a small town called Hawkins the possible mix up didn't even cross his mind. He joked that Hawkins and Hamkins should be closer so they could see each other again not knowing Steve was only a short drive uptown.
Both boys ended summer hurt the other never replied. By the time their ages aligned with the same school they were different. How could Steve know that the boy with long curly hair who jumped on tables was the same Eddie with a buzzcut who told him about magical worlds? How could Eddie relate his Steve who had sun bleached highlights and who loved listening to Eddie talk to being the same named asshole who wandered the halls of Hawkins High? No, their friend was somewhere else in Indiana, lost forever.
"The shire is burning, so Mordor it is."
Mordor? Steve had heard that word before.
"That's Lord of the Rings, right?" Steve asked as they made their way to the Lake.
"Steeeeve Harrington knows Lord of the Rings?" Eddie asked in return, confusion written on his face.
"Yeah, um, this kid in summer camp used to tell it to me, I wasn't very good at reading, still aren't."
Eddie stumbled on his step, eyes meeting Steve's properly now, "Stevie?"
"Forever, Stevie."
"Eds? You've been in Hawkins this whole time, you're my Eddie!? You never wrote to me!"
"Stevie, sweetheart, you spelt it Hamkins. And sorry I didn't think King Steve was the same Steve that listened to me talking about hobbits."
"You moved, didn't you."
"Wayne picked me up, would've never gotten your letter."
"It's in my desk."
"Still?"
Steve nodded.
"I'd love to read it when this is all over, Stevie."
"If you promise you'll tell me how the story ends? I hope it's a happy ending."
"I hope so too, sweetheart, I hope so too."
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shanastoryteller ¡ 11 months ago
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Happy Holidays! ❄️❄️ more from What They Expect please! I love that AU!
continuation of 1 2 3
It’s been well over a year since she’s seen Mustang. Al’s all aflutter about it, and how puberty has her looking like something other than a twelve year old boy, but she’s really not worried. Mustang is so involved with his own shit that he doesn’t have the time to care about hers. It would be a damning quality if it wasn’t exactly what she needed from him.
She is, sort of, a little bit worried about Riza. Not worried as in she actually thinks something is going to happen, but just that if anyone out of Mustang’s little idiot brigade would figure her out, it would be her.
Maes is a distinct possibility, but also not really. The thing that saves her, always, is that no one’s really looking. She’s loud and flashy and angry and no one thinks she’s too short to be a guy because of how sensitive she is about it and no one notices she’s pretty because they’re too busy dealing with her being mad and scowling and, with these guys, she’s got an extra ace up her sleeve.
They think they already know all her secrets.
They know about human transmutation and binding her brother’s soul to a suit of armor and every questionable and terrible thing she’s done since in her pursuit to fix it.
Why the hell would she be lying about her gender? It’s not even a thought in their heads, and if it ever becomes one, they’ll dismiss it before he even has a chance to.
Eden binds her chest tight extra tight, so her chest is nearly flat, and puts on her baggy tank top and giant red coat that hides the way her hips curve and the giant stompy boots that she really does love, sets her face in a familiar scowl, and goes off to war.
If war was child’s play, that is.
“Where have you been?” Mustang demands, towering over her and nostrils flaring.
Well. Sort of towering over her. She must have had a growth spurt, because he’s really only got a couple inches on her, which is sort of hilarious. She hadn’t noticed that he was short before. “Uh, lots of places. Haven’t you been reading my reports?”
She does not laugh in his face at the way his eyebrow ticks. She spends so much time meticulously writing everything down in dedicated code in her travelogues, she really doesn’t have the energy to spare when she gets to her reports for Mustang. Besides, he doesn’t really care what she’s doing, only that it’s big and flashy enough to distract from whatever he’s doing.
Is she supposed to know that? She can’t remember. But it’s so obvious that it doesn’t feel like something that can be a secret.
Then again, the rest of the brass haven’t caught on, so.
“What were you thinking in Liore?” he snaps.
Eden blinks. “Liore? That was forever ago. Did something happen? Rose didn’t mention anything in her last letter.”
“Yes, Edward, it was forever ago, but since you declined to answer my summons to come here and explain yourself, we’re discussing it now,” he says.
God, she’d forgotten how bitchy he gets. “Okay, well that priest guy was pretty strange-“
“I don’t care about the priest!”
She stares. She had to kill the guy twice and he doesn’t care? Honestly, she thinks it’s sort of memorable.
“What were you thinking messing with that river?”
Ed tilts her head to the side. “You’re upset about the river?”
He glares. “Of course I’m upset about the river!”
She bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Al’s really worried over nothing.
Mustang is never paying attention to the right things.
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