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what did they put in fma??? This show made me cry over a serial killer??? Like???
#fma spoilers#fma 03 spoilers#Fullmetal alchemist spoilers#NUMBER 48 MADE ME CRY.#Good lord#I'm#What did they put in fma#Like alchemy is real and someone is using it to make me cry#Dont get me started over the Al's memory conflict THAT shit is HEARTBREAKING#Fuck Barry the chopper fr#Ugh kmsssssss I hate this show#On a positive note greed is back!!!! Funny man disgusting thing I hate him so much#Rhrghrhrgrgrgrggrgrggrgrgrh rattles the bars of my cage#Fma#fullmetal alchemist#Fma 03#fullmetal alchemist 2003#Ngl this blog is starting out as me live posting about fma03#AND PLEASE DONT TALK ABOUT THE SCENE AT THE LAB.#WHERE HES ALMOST ABOUT TO MAKE THE STONE AND DOESNT.#CRYIBG SOBBING TEARS#HATE#MY POOR BOY HE DOESNT DESERVE ALL THIS#ED AND AL MY BOYS
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what am i supposed to do now that Iâve finished Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood
#in the post-tv show void#canât stand endings but it was a good one#biggest surprise was the roy mustache#didnât see that one coming#more I need more#I put off watching this show for years and in a few months itâs over??#canât be right#wow#great show#my boys Ed and Al all grown upđ#such a great show#fullmetal alchemist#fullmetal alchimist brotherhood#fmab
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tfw youâre a couple chapters into an fma found family fic and itâs becoming increasingly clear that the author sees Al as an accessory for Ed and not as an actual character
#this is way too common#âed is just a poor traumatized little kid unlike al who is very well adjusted and basically an adultâ#my brother in christ an entire aspect of their characters is that ed hates being seen as a child and al hates being seen as an adult#definitely not saying that ed isnât a traumatized kid that boy has problems#but claiming that al is well adjusted bc he doesnât externalize his issues in the same way ed does is ridiculous#especially since the armor straight up prevents him from externalizing his issues in certain ways#just admit that you donât care about al as his own character and donât want to write about him and move on#I also suspect that some people have difficulties imagining a character that big being vulnerable which is hilarious#given the entire concept of alâs character#anna talking about stuff#fandom meta#fanfic meta#fma#fma fanfiction#edward elric#alphonse elric
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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!"
"âŚoh. We should probably do something about it, huh?"
"Yeah. Let's get moving."
#fma#cos#conqueror of shamballa#edward elric#alfons heiderich#how dare you kill my boy al#he had so much POTENTIAL#we could've had a whole comedy spin-off about ed trying to get used to living in nazi germany#which is like... basically amestris anyway#just with better tech#but still
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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
#20 bazillion 'Ed gets kidnapped/sick/has a nightmare/whatever' fics and next to nothing about Al#And then GOD FORBID you want something that isn't just post-Promised Day recovery#Like maybe I just want to see my special boy get into shenanigans. Did you guys think about that.#You didn't because you don't think about him
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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.
#my boy does not like himself#that is canon#like there's a whole brief arc about the fact he blames himself for Al's body#Fullmetal Alchemist#Edward Elric#headcanon#Ed's body image issues are linked to other headcanons that I have for him though#like if you read my stuff you'll notice I often describe him as having disproportionately large eyes#to the point characters have compared him to a praying mantis#I just like the idea of Ed being a touch homely#*cough* and Roy still thinking he's the most gorgeous thing to ever exist *cough*#I don't know why lol
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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*
#in all seriousness though they really do have such a great relationship#roy saying edâs got fire in his eyes always makes me grin#cause YES this guy GETS IT#heâs a dorky idealist at his heart after all#he knows what itâs like to need something to fight for#to make a better future#for yourself and others#and he kinda tries to guide ed in containing that fight#*continuing*#whether itâs introducing him to tucker (which yeah went horribly but he couldnât have known)#or checking up on he and al to see if theyâve made progress with their quest#or allowing them the freedom to research#and even showing up like everywhere the boys go to make sure theyâre as protected as possible#protective/parental roy is the best#and though ed is a little gremlin child#I do think he sees roy almost as an older brother#annoying but endearing and kinda cool at the same time XD#idk Iâve got many thoughts about these two#but I need to rewatch the show (in the process of doing it rn)#so that I can refresh my memory#and properly gush about them#trin answers#asks#lovely anon#fmab
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Today I learned the phrase "Promethean Over Reacher" which basically describes my favourite type of character ever
#Basically a character who has an ambition that goes against nature or the natural order of things and they suffer as a result of achieving#that goal#As in Prometheus who stole fire from the gods to give to humans and as a result had his liver pecked out by eagles for all eternity#But yeah. Victor Frankenstein Annabel McAllistair Ed and Al from FMA Dr Tenma from Astro Boy#Actually I don't always love the character. Sometimes I hate them#But my favourite stories all have Promethean over reachers
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#i find it soo funny#that when we were all younger#going for tuition was like a big deal#bc it was co ed (most schools here are not)#and everyone was like omg the boys are so annoying xx#i literally go for maths class early now so i can pet my teachers cat#and chem too because i like to gossip with my teacher#als is so much cooler ngl i really find this interesting
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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
#what the fuck do you mean ed takes on al's appearance and identity. what do you mean the 'he won't that's the end' blooper is canon in 03.#what the FUCK happens in 03#fma#fma03#razi talks#i oughta watch it at some point but im too dedicated to my manga boys and don't wanna destabilize my view of them with diff versions...#worried theyll be too similar characters to separate in my head xP#edit: so apparently al takes on ed's appearance and identity?? and he's from an alternate dimension?? what the fuck is happening
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Red Right Hand
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Edward Elric/Alphonse Elric
Word Count: 1177
Fullmetal. Elric. The boy wonder, the prodigy. Heâs known by many names, all of them earned. Barely twenty years old, he surpassed the criminal empire built by his fatherâwhoâs now missing? Deceased? Murdered by the boy himself?âand 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.
Heâs 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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#fullmetal alchemist#fma#fmab#fullmetal alchemist brotherhood#fma au#look i made a thing!#mywriting#edward elric#alphonse elric#ed x al#elricest#uhh incest cw i guess#aka the mafia au that has been scratching at my brain for over a year#in which both boys are a little bit evil but no less devoted to one another#and even someone trying to kill them immediately falls a little bit in love with them upon seeing how pretty they are
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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
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."
1986
"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."
Tags: @jacklesdeanvessel @morning-sky7 @pipsqueakkitten @navs-bhat
#eddie x reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie x y/n#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fluff#i'm such a sucker for cuddles in bed đ someone has to stop me
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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
âBuck,â Eddie says flatly as soon as he opens the door.
Buck pastes on his most charming smile. âEddie,â he replies.
âIâm one person.â He steps back to let Buck in anyway.
âOne person thatâs choosing joy!â Buck reminds him sunnily, kicking the door shut behind him. Â
Eddie grins and leans against the wall. âI am,â he acknowledges. âPretty sure I donât need to overdose on baked goods to achieve that.â
âSure you do!â Buck exclaims. âBesides, this oneâs focaccia. Thereâs like, a vegetable in it.â
Eddie snorts and rolls his eyes. âOh, well, if thereâs a vegetableâŚâ
âSee, I knew youâd come around.â Buck makes his way into the kitchen to drop off the focaccia (and the pound cake and the brownies, but shh, whoâs counting?).
âGrab a couple beers?â Eddie calls after him.
He opens the fridge and finds a six pack of a fruited wheat beer heâs never seen before and grins. Itâs not that heâs actually all that excited to try Youâre My Boy Blueberry Wheat Ale, but man, itâs hard to put into words just how much he likes seeing Eddie try news things just for the fun of them. Thereâre 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.
âI reserve the right to pour this out and get a new one if itâs weird,â Buck announces, popping the top off Eddieâs and handing it to him.
âMm,â Eddie replies. He takes a tentative sip, then his face blooms into one of those easy smiles Buckâs seeing more and more of these days. âSânot weird,â he says. âItâs good.â
âYeah?â Buck asks.
Eddie shrugs. âGuess youâll have to try it for yourself.â
âGuess so,â 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.
âOkay, yeah,â Buck says, dropping down onto the couch next to Eddie. âNot weird.â
Eddie grins at him, so bright that Buck kind of wants to look away, but also maybe never stop looking.
âSo what inspired todayâs round of baking?â Eddie asks, knocking his knee against Buckâs.
Unbidden, an image of Eddieâs bare thigh pops into Buckâs head. He brushes it away becauseâ
Anyway, he brushes it away.
âI dunno, Eds,â Buck says with a sigh. âI justâ I think Iâm a little stuck. Inâin my own head, I mean. About, you know, all of it.â He waves his beer around to emphasize his point and narrowly avoids spilling it. âItâs not even about him, you know? Itâs what he represents.â
âWhich isâŚâ Eddie prompts.
Buck settles back into the couch and wraps his non-beer-holding arm around himself. âI donât know. Finding whatever it is Iâm missing, I guess.â
Eddie hums and takes a long sip of his beer. âWhat makes you think youâre missing something?â he asks finally.
Buck frowns, nonplussed. âI mean,â he says, gesturing vaguely.
âWhat, a couple of not-forever relationships and thereâs something wrong with you?â Eddie asks andâ
âFive,â Buck says dully. âFive not-forever relationships.â Yeah, heâs pretty sure thereâs something wrong with him.
âBuck,â Eddie says softly. From anyone else, it would feel chastising. From Eddie, itâs just⌠comfortable.
âWell what do you think it is?â Buck asks.
âI think,â Eddie says slowly, âthat Iâm probably the least helpful person you could possibly ask for relationship advice.â
Buck rolls his eyes. âMânot asking you about relationships, Iâm asking you about me.â
âAh, well, in that case,â Eddie says teasingly.
Despite himself, Buck smiles. âJustâwhat is it that makes me soââ Easy to leave? Hard to love? He canât quite bring himself to voice either thought.
Eddie frowns like he heard them anyway. âWhatever it is, I like it,â he says with a shrug.
Buck blinks. âYou⌠like that I keep getting dumped?â
âNo, obviously not, Buck,â Eddie says, turning to shoot him an exasperated look. âI like you,â he continues. âWhatever it is your exes were too stupid to love about you, I do.â
All the air seems to leave the room. Itâsâone 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 littleâa lotâlike that.
âEddie,â he croaks.
He shrugs again, like he didnât just say the most insane, incredible, intense thing Buckâs ever heard.
âI like you the way you are,â Eddie reiterates. âYou donât need to make yourself less to be loved. The right person will get that.â
Buck swallows. âYou think?â he manages.
âI know,â Eddie says emphatically.
Buck opens his mouth and closes it again. Itâs justâit isnât something he hasnât heard before. Hell, Eddieâs said it more that once before. He just feelsâ
Itâs like thereâs something in his chest thatâs dying to break loose, some incredible revelation thatâs just around the corner. But for all he pokes and prods at it, it wonât come any sooner. Thereâs something, though.
Maybe he does just need to let the universe do itâs thing. In the meantime, heâs sitting next to Eddie on the only couch heâs ever really felt completely comfortable on. Itâs enough.
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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 didnât 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 heâd 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 Eddieâs smile stared back at him next to a headline that read: âKentucky Country Queen Dead at 27.â
He read the article with tears in his eyes.
Elizabeth âElâ 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.
âI donât think he wants us to know,â 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?
ââ
Steve asked Wayne the next morning.
Heâd come by to pick Eddie up for a day with the kids, but Eddie hadnât set his alarm and was still asleep.
Perfect opportunity to find out more.
âSo. Eddieâs mom.â
Wayne tensed over his plate of toast and scrambled eggs. He didnât look up, just took another bite of food.
âDoes he know how she died?â
âDo you?â
âNewspaper said overdose,â Steve tapped his fingers nervously against his thigh. âSays Eddie found her.â
âTrauma messes with your memory.â
It was final, a statement that left Steve with more questions, but a certainty that heâd get no answers.
âYeah.â He gulped. âIâve heard.â
ââ
Steve doesnât bring it up to Eddie for a while.
He figured Wayneâs reaction said a lot about what Eddie knew or would be willing to share.
But they were a little high and alone and Eddieâs hand was warm in his and his filter was broken.
âIâm sorry you had to be the one to find your mom.â
The air around them was thick. The silence was deafening.
âMe too.â
Eddieâs voice was quiet, nothing like his usual playful tone.
Steve immediately wanted to put this conversation in reverse, pretend his curiosity didnât matter.
âIâm sorry.â
Eddie moved closer to Steve, his arm a constant pressure against Steveâs. His head leaned against Steveâs shoulder.
âWayne doesnât know I know how she died. He doesnât know I know my dad gave her bad drugs, convinced her all the up and coming musicians were doing a new strain of heroin. Sheâd kicked him out of the house,â Eddieâs breath caught. âShe shouldnât 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 didnât know what that meant, but I knew it was bad.â
âEds, you donât have to tell me.â
âI know, Stevie. But you know everything else.â Eddieâs face turned until his nose and mouth were pressed against Steveâs arm. âI went to school. Didnât 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 momâs bedroom door was closed. And I opened it and there she was.â
Steve turned so he was face to face with Eddie, cupping his jaw and rubbing his thumb along his cheek in encouragement.
âI donât even know why I tried calling the store first. I didnât even know if he still worked there. But then I called Wayne and itâs like he just knew.â Eddieâs eyes closed for a moment. âDonât think heâd ever gotten to our house so quick.â
âDid he know all this?â
âHe knew enough. I stayed with him and then my dad gave up his rights. Lied to the counselor about what I knew so Wayne wouldnât freak. Kept it up for a while,â Eddie let out a small exhale that slightly resembled a laugh. âI 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.â
âDo you play because of her?â Steve asked.
Eddie blinked back at him.
âI play for a lot of reasons. But I started because of her, yeah,â he whispers. âYouâre the first person to ask me that instead of give me that look of pity.â
âIâm sad about how it happened, but giving you pity doesnât change it. Iâd rather hear how it changed you,â Steve whispered back.
They were close, legs intertwined, hands touching bare skin under shirts and on faces and necks.
âIt changed everything for me. Wayne packed us up and moved us here as soon as he legally could. Probably for the best. Well,â Eddie gave a small smile. âDefinitely for the best. Wouldnât be here with you if he hadnât.â
âDo you ever go back?â Steve did his best to ignore the fluttering in his stomach.
âHer birthday every year. Sheâs got a nice spot near her mom.â Eddie bit his lip. âItâs actually coming up in a couple weeks. Maybe you could come with me?â
âMe? Are you sure?â
Eddie nodded. âIf it doesnât weird you out that I talk to her. I like to give her updates on my life, Wayneâs life, music. Think sheâd find it quite funny that I bring the guy Iâve had a crush on for two years.â
It takes a minute for the words to sink in.
âTwo years?â Steveâs lips curled up into a smile. âI hope I live up to expectations.â
âI think sheâd like you. Sheâd definitely make fun of me for having a boyfriend who wears polos though.â
âIs that how youâd introduce me?â
âIf youâre okay with it.â Eddie leaned his forehead against Steveâs. âI know we havenât talked about what we-â
Steve pressed his lips to Eddieâs, nearly knocking their noses together painfully in the process.
After the initial shock, they both relaxed into the kiss.
âIâd love to go. As your boyfriend,â Steve said after pulling away for air. âWhat was her favorite flower?â
âGardenias. Always wore perfume that smelled like it. Why?â
âBecause I have to impress her, right?â
âYou realize sheâs not gonna actually see or hear you? Sheâs definitely dead.â
Steve snorted. âI 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.â
âYouâre a pretty incredible boyfriend, sweetheart.â Eddie kissed the tip of his nose. âAnd you now know more than Wayne, so itâs time for a pinky promise.â
Steve giggled before holding up his pinky. âI swear I wonât tell Wayne anything.â
âAnd youâll kiss me whenever I wantâŚâ
âThatâs a guarantee.â
âAnd youâll let me win at Go FishâŚâ
âNot a chance, Eds.â
Eddie laughed. âWorth a try.â
Steve curled his pinky against Eddieâs. âSo do you think sheâd like me?â
âOh. Oh god. Sheâd love you. Youâre exactly who sheâd want for me,â Eddie rolled his eyes when Steve flipped his hair back confidently. âAnd sheâd braid your hair every night while you gossiped and sipped tea.â
âAnd what would you do?â
âProbably just soak it in. Appreciate having her and you around. Youâll just have to gossip with Wayne.â
âWayne doesnât strike me as-â
âOh, heâs got you fooled! Heâs 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 youâve got an hour to spare.â
âReally?â Steveâs eyes lit up. âIs he home now?â
Eddie pulled Steve forward until he was flush against his front. âNo and I have much better plans than gossiping with my uncle.â
âOh?â Steveâs brow raised.
âIt involves my bed and handcuffs. You in?â
âHopefully youâre in.â
âGod, youâre ridiculous. Câmon, now Iâm even harder from your stupid flirting,â Eddie sat up and tugged until Steve followed. âCanât believe this is how my nightâs going.â
âBelieve it, baby.â
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#wayne munson#picturing Eddieâs mom as someone similar musically to Wanda Jackson#she was big in her part of Kentucky#mightâve made it even if not for Eddieâs dad#cw: parent death#cw: mention of overdose#cw: mention of drug use#first kiss#getting together#angst with a happy ending#sorry for the sad part#they kissed about it at the end tho
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@steddieangstyaugust Day 18: Right Person, Wrong Time
"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."
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#angst#sobbing sunday#right person wrong time#steddieangstyaugust#open ending#i do like to think eddie survives and they cuddle and read lotr together tho dw
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Happy Holidays! âď¸âď¸ more from What They Expect please! I love that AU!
continuation of 1 2 3
Itâs been well over a year since sheâs seen Mustang. Alâs all aflutter about it, and how puberty has her looking like something other than a twelve year old boy, but sheâs really not worried. Mustang is so involved with his own shit that he doesnât have the time to care about hers. It would be a damning quality if it wasnât 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 Mustangâs 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 oneâs really looking. Sheâs loud and flashy and angry and no one thinks sheâs too short to be a guy because of how sensitive she is about it and no one notices sheâs pretty because theyâre too busy dealing with her being mad and scowling and, with these guys, sheâs got an extra ace up her sleeve.
They think they already know all her secrets.
They know about human transmutation and binding her brotherâs soul to a suit of armor and every questionable and terrible thing sheâs done since in her pursuit to fix it.
Why the hell would she be lying about her gender? Itâs not even a thought in their heads, and if it ever becomes one, theyâll 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 childâs play, that is.
âWhere have you been?â Mustang demands, towering over her and nostrils flaring.
Well. Sort of towering over her. She must have had a growth spurt, because heâs really only got a couple inches on her, which is sort of hilarious. She hadnât noticed that he was short before. âUh, lots of places. Havenât you been reading my reports?â
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 doesnât have the energy to spare when she gets to her reports for Mustang. Besides, he doesnât really care what sheâs doing, only that itâs big and flashy enough to distract from whatever heâs doing.
Is she supposed to know that? She canât remember. But itâs so obvious that it doesnât feel like something that can be a secret.
Then again, the rest of the brass havenât caught on, so.
âWhat were you thinking in Liore?â he snaps.
Eden blinks. âLiore? That was forever ago. Did something happen? Rose didnât mention anything in her last letter.â
âYes, Edward, it was forever ago, but since you declined to answer my summons to come here and explain yourself, weâre discussing it now,â he says.
God, sheâd forgotten how bitchy he gets. âOkay, well that priest guy was pretty strange-â
âI donât care about the priest!â
She stares. She had to kill the guy twice and he doesnât care? Honestly, she thinks itâs sort of memorable.
âWhat were you thinking messing with that river?â
Ed tilts her head to the side. âYouâre upset about the river?â
He glares. âOf course Iâm upset about the river!â
She bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Alâs really worried over nothing.
Mustang is never paying attention to the right things.
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