#Eddie needs his sleep

[robot-carl]

Just two crime lesbians and their sleeping bisexual boss. Crime is tiring business.

[sofadofax]

thinking rockstar eddie and normal guy/stay at home dad steve. their kid has career day at school and steddie think they’re gonna choose eddie for his presentation bc duh but he brings in steve instead. he’s fascinated with all the work steve does around the house plus he makes my lunch for school and cooks dinner EVERY NIGHT. just their kid being absolutely amazed and grateful with everything steve does. of course they also care about eddie’s job and his music etc and loves them both equally but thinks steve’s job is way cooler

[ahhrenata]

Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie hears him. He keeps his eyes closed and just listens- to Steve grumbling to himself when his hair doesn’t sit quite right, who starts to hum and whisper some catchy song. Eddie turns his sleepy gaze onto Steve as he shuffles around their room- watching quietly as he slips on his clothes, his shoes, a simple chain with Eddie’s ring around his neck. A warm, affectionate smile breaks across his face. Before he leaves, Steve glances at what he expects to be a sleeping Eddie, but instead, he’s met with a rasped, ‘Hey.’ Eddie sits himself up, stretches his arm across Steve’s side of the bed, and reaches, fingers wiggling. Steve crosses the room to cradle his face.

Their foreheads press, noses bump, and Steve brushes his fingers across scars and dimples.

He breathes a quiet,

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.’

Eddie huffs a tired laugh,

‘You know I never mind.’

Because, yeah.

Every morning Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie always hears him.

( another one from the poll | WIP )

[tallyhoot]

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[hotdilfs11]

・。・。・ultraviolence-lana del rey

✩pairings: eddie diaz x fem reader

✩summary:Eddie just got off of a double shift at the 118. Eddie and y/n misses each other so much that they can't keep their hands off of each other.

warnings: cursing and a bit spicy

✩word count: 893

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I’m sitting in bed with my back against the headboard. I have soft pillows around me, a fluffy blanket weighing me down to sleep, and a book in my hand. I feel my eyelids fighting to stay open as unconsciousness covers my whole body. I’m waiting for my husband to finally come home after taking a double shift at the 118. I miss him so much, but I’m trying to pass time so I can greet him and finally be in his arms again. 

I try to finish this one last page of my book when I hear our front door open and close. My body woke up when I heard him. The room was silent for a moment until I heard the distant sound of shoes being kicked off. One by one, releasing a sigh as he walks towards the bedroom. I fix my posture as I brace myself for all of the love and affection I’ve been craving since he was gone. 

Eddie appears in the doorway with his work uniform still on. He had on navy blue pants and a shirt that sculpted every part of his body. The shirt had a gold badge on the left of his chest, and on his arm was a patch that said “Los Angeles Fire Department." With ease, Eddie leaned against the doorframe while crossing his arms. The muscles in his forearms started to tighten while his shirt wrapped around his biceps. Sleep-deprived with messy hair, he looks at me for a moment and says, “Hello, my love,” in a low, tiresome voice with a lazy smile growing.

"Hey,” I say, with a slight smile beaming on my face.

I pushed back the covers, feeling the cold air whisper against my skin. “Bad shift?” I ask as my toes touch the cold wooden floor,  bringing a refreshing jolt to my senses. I start to walk towards Eddie, pushing my back up against the door frame. He positions himself to face me. He puts his left arm up against the doorframe in a swift motion as he hovers over me, forcing me to look into his warm brown eyes. He gave me a quick peck on the lips that sent chills through my body. He said, “It wasn’t bad; I’m just a bit tired.” 

Eddie closes the distance between us, grabbing my waist with his rough hands. My body fitted perfectly against his as I rested my face on his chest, hearing his soothing heartbeat while he put his face in the crook of my neck. I feel his breath tickle my skin as I slowly run my fingers through his hair, feeling his soft hair against the palm of my hand. He lets out a soft sigh, I feel his moan vibrate against my skin. 

He started to softly tighten his grip on me. “Fuck that feels so good,” he whispered in a low voice that sent a shiver down my spine. I feel his soft lips kissing my neck. He lifts up his head while kissing me on the jaw, on my cheek, and then he hovers over my lips, feeling his breath caress my skin. Keeping eye contact with him, I pulled his hair harder as a groan escaped his lips and his hands started to tighten around my waist. "God, I missed you," Eddie whispers.

Eddie's hand started to go up my body and wrap softly around the side of my neck as he slightly put pressure on my neck. His lips collided hungrily, roughly with mine filling the room with ultraviolence. I pressed against his body, wanting more, feeling the hardness of his chest against mine. Our kiss was passionate but sloppy as his hand started pressing into my neck and his other hand explored my body. I let out a soft whimper when we tried to catch our breath, but I didn’t want to catch my breath. I wanted more. Our legs tangled with each other as I backed him into the other side of the door frame; however, when I tried to fight over dominance, he flipped me over and pushed me against the doorframe. We both sighed with pleasure as both of our bodies craved each other more. His lips started trailing down to my neck, putting wet kisses on my skin. A big whimper hushed its way out of my mouth as I quickly covered it, pulling his hair harder. I felt a smile against my skin as his kisses got sloppier. But then I heard something. 

I heard a creak in the floor, and my heart dropped. I whispered “wait” to Eddie and quickly pushed him off of me. We were both out of breath and hungry for more. His eyes were filled with desire and lust as he scanned my body up and down, sending butterflies to my stomach. I smiled as I put my pointer finger to my lips, shushing him. He looked confused until he heard, "Dad, you're home!” from Christopher. 

Eddie looked surprised but happy and kneeled down to Chris' height,  hugging him. “Hey buddy, what are you doing up?”

“I wanted to see you, Dad,” he said in a soft voice. Eddie let out a soft chuckle. “Well, okay, but you have to get rest, bud, okay?” Chris shook his head. “Goodnight guys.” 

We both said goodnight to Chris.

I have more fics coming soon I just took. a little break lo l∪ ̿–⋏ ̿–∪ (cc to this creator i got inspo from)

[plistommy]

Eddie lying on his back, face red and eyes wide while Steve’s next to him with a big grin on his face.

”That was amazing, Eds. Let’s do it again!” Steve sighs happily as he snuggles closer to him and all Eddie can get out is a nod because he still hadn’t comprehended that his wet dream had came true and he literally fucked Steve Harrington and cummed inside the man not even three minutes ago.

[thedyingwriter]

I need chris to have a Rory Gilmore arc. What I mean by that is, I want him to realise that his grandparents are totally using his fued with his father to have a 'redo' of raising a son, the way they couldn't have with Eddie. I need him to get super frustrated and call Eddie or even Buck to come rescue him.

[writing-is-hard-af]

Okay, but, y'all, he ADMITTED that he was using sleeping with Tommy to make himself feel less alone after Eddie left-

[alex-oddlyalter]

Basically every reaction to 8x11

[carothehotmess]

I just discovered a song that would be PERFECT for a Buck/Buddie edit

And I KNOW that some of the crazy talented tiktok editors are on tumblr and I am on my knees begging one of you (or literally anyone) to make this edit a reality. I’d do it but I tried one time to edit a show many years ago and somehow crashed my entire computer. So alas I cannot.

The song is called “Eddie My Love” by Brigitte Calls Me Baby.

EDDIE. MY. LOVE

And if you thought that was too on the nose, just wait. Because the second line in the song is, “Friends don’t interact the way we’ve been acting lately”

LIKE ????

ITS PERFECT

And I need someone to make an edit to it please and thank you :)

Ps. If you are not an editor but are also a fan of Buddie, please consider sharing or reblogging this so that maybe this post will reach the ever elusive Buddie editors that exist out there somewhere

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

There’s no way Buck and Eddie don’t have their Find My Friends on for each other, right?

[indecisive-dizzy]

alright here's a silly headcanon for yall

Eddie routinely takes an after lunch nap every Sunday when the Post Office is closed.

It's such a habit now that he always gets quite sleepy after lunch anytime of the week. But he only naps on Sundays. It's unprofessional to sleep on the job ya know. /lh /silly

[bidisasterevankinard]

Wip Wednesday

tagged by @wikiangela @jesuisici33 @giddyupbuck thank you <3333

hope you had fun with my last post from criminals au cause we're back with you left me or secret wip angst (evil laugh)

Upon entering the room, Eddie can no longer hold back tears, seeing Buck so white and motionless on the bed, sharply recalling the events from Buck's last cardiac arrest. “But now he is not in a coma,” Eddie reminds himself that, “there is no ECMO around him that breathes for him. He's just sleeping after anesthesia and from everything his body has been through. He's just sleeping. He's alive, he's breathing, he's here.” “We get through it, ok? Just come back to me,” Eddie whispers these words into Buck's hand, which he took to feel his pulse himself. He knows that he should have taken a chair and sat down, but the pain of his knees hitting the floor is grounding, making Eddie feel like he begs someone more powerful to have mercy on them. On Buck. It almost feels like a good enough price to pay to be able to hold Buck's hand now.  It almost feels like he has a chance to hope that everything gets better eventually. That's all Eddie has right now. This hope and fear that Buck kicks him out as soon as Eddie tells him everything that happened to him.

tagging @911onabc @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @rogerzsteven @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @transboybuckley @underwater-ninja-13 @pirrusstuff @spaceprincessem @spotsandsocks @spagheddiediaz @devirnis @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @heartshapedvows @honestlydarkprincess @hoodie-buck @hippolotamus @housewifebuck @jeeyuns @jamespearce9-1-1 @callmenewbie @bigfootsmom @bekkachaos @mandzuking17 @monsterrae1 @malewifediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings and anyone who wants

[lover-of-mine]

seven(ish) sentence sunday!

I was tagged by @cowboy-buck @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @wikiangela @watchyourbuck thank you!!!!!

Imma be honest I didn't do a lot of writing this weekend oskasokaoskas but here's more of the wayf fic because I love this fic so much and I'm always thinking about it. prev snippet here.

Eddie was touchy. That was not new information. Not exactly at least. Buck was used to a squeeze on his shoulder, a hand on his back, a thigh pressed into his, their shoulders brushing when they walked too close to each other, knees bumping together. But this was more than what he knew what to do with. He wasn't sure Eddie actually stopped touching him since they left the room. His hand was around his wrist, their fingers were laced together, his arm was around his waist or draped over his shoulders, he would hook their ankles under the table, he would wrap their pinkies together.  Not that Buck minded. He was getting a bit drunk on it though.

imma tag @bucks118 and @housewifebuck because it feels weird not to tag them by now oskaoskasokaosk

[tommygotwrittenoff]

things i think buddie would argue about after moving in together: buying organic, the tupperware cabinet, couch throw pillows, the coffee maker

[brionysea]

turns out trying to stick to the season 4 timeline with the sole difference of mike being in hawkins doesn't work because mike notices things MUCH quicker than the rest of these people