#Eddie needs his sleep

[robot-carl]

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

[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.

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

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

[littleblackraincloudofcourse]

Eddie, babygirl, WTF

Even Owen rented when he moved to Texas and he was rebuilding a whole firestation and trying to keep TK from relapsing.

[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

[ell-begins]

to the people who say they don’t think bucktommy will last because they think buck needs to explore his sexuality, is him dating tommy,,,not him exploring his sexuality 😭?? I don’t know about you but I think the fact that he is with yk,,,a man means he might be exploring his sexuality juuust a little bit 🤏

[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.

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ayyy im back with another Unedited human au snippet <3 it's almost entirely dialogue oopsies <3

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Eddie slows in putting his coat on - Barnaby isn’t sticking around to chat with fellow staff like usual. He’s in a rush, scrambling to grab his jacket and hurrying from behind the bar. He dashes through the door, looking like a man on a mission.

The door Mr. Frankly had just vanished through. 

Could he be…? No, Barnaby seems like a good man. But he had seemed a little pushy with Mr. Frankly, from what Eddie could tell. 

It couldn’t hurt to make sure.

Eddie frowns deeply as he goes outside, wincing slightly at the first burst of cold air after hours spent in a warm building. He’s just in time to see Barnaby jog up behind Frankly and close his car door before he can get in. Barnaby immediately leans against the door with his arms crossed, pinning it shut and blocking Frankly from the driver’s seat.

Eddie’s stomach plummets. Before he knows it, he’s speed-walking across the parking lot towards them, a fire burning in his chest and his hands curled into fists.

Frankly says something loud enough that Eddie can almost hear, his voice echoing in the empty lot. As Eddie watches, Barnaby pokes Frankly’s chest, making him stagger back a step.

“Hey!” Eddie barks. 

Both of them jump and whip around - Barnaby’s eyebrows shoot into his hair, while Frankly’s lowers into a flat line. 

��Eddie?” Barnaby says.

At the same time, Frankly says, “Mr. Dear?”

The two of them look at each other in surprise. Eddie pays the exchange no mind. He stops by Frankly, trying to slightly angle himself in front of him without making it too obvious.

“Is everything all right here?” he asks, looking Barnaby up and down. He really hopes this won’t come to blows - Eddie can throw a punch well enough, but Barnaby is an imposing figure. Eddie already knows he’d likely lose, but as long as he can buy Frankly a couple extra seconds…

“No, actually, everything is not fine,” Frankly says in a ticked-off - and strangely scolding - tone. 

Barnaby, not breaking eye-contact with Frankly, counters with, “Everything’s peachy, Ed.”

“You sure about that?” Eddie asks, trying to keep his tone amicable. 

“Scout’s honor.”

“Please,” Frankly scoffs, “you were never a boy scout. And that’s not the point - I am trying to get home!”

“You are trying to die in the most avoidable way possible.”

Eddie shoots Frankly a concerned look. “You’re what?”

“I am perfectly sober,” Frankly says.

Barnaby raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Your face is flushed.”

“It is not!”

Eddie winces. “It, uh, it is. A little.”

“It’s none of your business,” Frankly seethes. 

“Listen,” Barnaby sighs. He leans heavier against the car and rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t wanna be the one 'ta call Julie and deliver the news that her beloved Frankie went and got himself killed at the taco bell intersection.”

Frankly makes a high and derisive noise. “Excuse you, I have class. I’d die outside of Howdy’s.”

“Please, he’d turn your memorial into part of the gift shop. I can already see the signs - ‘dead friend sale, five percent off!’”

“I’m worth at least thirty percent.”

Eddie clears his throat and gestures between the two of them. “You two… know each other?”

“Unfortunately,” Frankly mutters.

Barnaby grins. “Aw, you’re just saying that. It’s okay - I know ya love me, Frankie. You don’t have to say it.”

“I do not.”

“I have evidence that proves otherwise.”

Frankly rolls his eyes. “You’re unbearable.”

“And yet…”

Eddie heaves a sigh - of relief or exhaustion, he’s not sure - and drags a hand over his face. “Alright. Good, I - good to know.”

“What, did’ja think I was attacking him?” After a moment of prolonged, awkward silence, Barnaby’s teasing smile drops. “Oh. You did.”

“Barnaby? Attack me?” Frankly snorts. “Give him some credit - he’s smarter than he looks.”

“Yeah, I’d have better chances taking on a pack’a hyenas!” Barnaby lets out a hearty cackle. “At least then we’d all get a laugh out of it!”

“So I misjudged the situation pretty terribly,” Eddie says, inching to the side to give Frankly his personal space back. “My apologies.”

“Don’t sweat it, Ed. I know Frank may look like a bundle of sticks, but he’s petrified wood all the way through! Pure stone, you know.” Barnaby grins and leans towards Eddie. He whispers conspiratorially, “‘Cept when it comes to holdin’ his liquor. Then he’s a total lightweight.”

“Barnaby,” Frankly hisses.

“Practically paper!”

“That’s enough, thank you!” Frankly makes an attempt at shoving Barnaby away from the car door, but Barnaby widens his stance. It’s like watching someone try to move a tree.

“See, this is how I know he shouldn’t be driving,” Barnaby says conversationally to Eddie. “If he were sober, I’d be the one drunk - punch-drunk, that is.”

Eddie isn’t sure whether or not he should laugh - was that a joke? Barnaby seems fond of them, but… surely Frankly isn’t a violent person. Frankly lets out a growl of frustration and clumsily tries to bodyslam Barnaby. Eddie inches back a step.

“Alright Frankie, you had your fun.” Barnaby scruffs Frankly like a misbehaving cat and holds him at arm's length. He holds out a hand. “C’mon. Keys.”

“Never.”

“Have it your way. I’ll go ahead and call Poppy, tell her that you’ve forgotten the many dangers of-”

“Oh, fine,” Frankly spits. He yanks his keys out of his pocket and slaps them into Barnaby’s waiting hand. 

Barnaby flicks the keys as Frankly stalks to the passenger side door and yanks it open. “Choose a place for dinner, we’ll swing by and pick it up - my treat.”

“Obviously your treat,” Frankly grumbles. “As if I’d-”

The slam of his door cuts off whatever he says next, though Eddie can see him still talking in the car. His phone screen illuminates his irritated expression as he - presumably - looks up places for takeout. 

“Well, I’m glad you were here to stop him from doin’ somethin’ everyone would regret,” Eddie says. “Mr. Frankly-” 

“Mr. Frankly?” Barnaby snorts. “You’re not one of his students, are ya?”

“I’m just bein’ polite. He set the tone by referrin’ to me by Mr. Dear, so I’m tryin’ to respect that line in the sand.”

Barnaby shakes his head, grinning. “Just call him Frank. He puts up a big show of bein' a grouch, but he’s really a big softie. Though don’t - don’t try to pick a fight with him. Ever. You’ll lose.”

“Wasn’t plannin' on it.” Eddie makes a mental note to keep calling him Mr. Frankly, just to be on the safe side. It’s not like they’re friends, anyway. More like… acquaintances. Occasional Run-Into-Each-Other strangers. 

[tropicoamargo]

Letting go of the ideologies you’ve been raised with feels as if you’re shedding skin. It’s uncomfortable and painful, because it’s the only way of being you’ve known. Machismo is so ingrained in latino culture, so deeply entwined in our identities. It shapes not only how men are expected to act but the family dynamics.

That’s why a character like Eddie Diaz is so meaningful to me. A man raised in the shadow of machismo, who enlisted with the fucked up notion that he needed to provide for his family (and run away from it) chooses not to pass that legacy to Christopher. It’s a breath of fresh air to see him refuse to raise Chris with that same toxic masculinity. He is proof that growth is possible, even in the face of cultural pressure. Reading Ryan’s interviews just furthers my thoughts on this. It’s so heartwarming to see the growth he has done on his own time and how that has merged into Eddie.

[sibylsleaves]

I need eddie hoe era more than I need life. Whats your ideal hoe era scenario ???

honestly just want him to be like hmmmm trying to do Commitment with random women is not working for me. maybe i should just try dating around. having fun and getting to know people and not putting pressure on myself to Have a Relationship.

there was a very fun Eddie fwb sandbox we were playing in like a week ago and i would honestly love to see it. He goes out and hooks up with someone and they're both like so im not looking for anything serious and then they're like oh cool ok then should we do this again? and then they become actual friends who occasionally sleep together. (btw this is what should have happened with vanessa) he's exploring, he's having a good time, he's cutting loose, he's letting himself just have a good time!!!! he's not trying to force himself to fall for any of these women because that's not what they want and it's not what HE wants either!

and maybe meanwhile this is happening Buck is trying to force yet another relationship that's not working to WORK and convincing himself it's gonna work this time no for real........and looking over at Eddie like how. HOW is he doing this. how is EDDIE of all people doing this??? are you sure this is really what you want Eddie? are you sure you're happy doing this???? are you SURE you don't have feelings for (x casual sex partner)???? because i've been down that road...and internally he is losing his mind about this because he's dealt with eddie in a relationship before but eddie having new friends??? FRIENDS WHO HE CASUALLY SLEEPS WITH??? that is breaking his brain.

and eddie's like yeah, no, i'm sure. and if he's starting to realize he DOES have feelings for someone, and that someone is Buck, but he's willing to wait for Buck to figure it out. and meanwhile he's still having a good time. and has a mustache

[dubacheryking]

It seems like you really like the IT book( it 1986), so do you remember Eddie Corcoran’s story from chapter 6. Because like his chapter is for real one of the most heartbreaking chapters in the whole book and he’s like so underrated for no reason. Soooo like what’s your opinions on him and other little interesting thing like that lol.

:)

oh my GOG tbh i think eddie corcoran's death is straight up the most horrifying part of the book. like if u put a gun to my head and said "what part of IT 86 do u find the most stomach churning" THATS IT RIGHT THERE. no one ever really talks abt it by 90% of the fandom on here is movie based and they dont FUCKING include it for some godawful reason (i can understand the 1990 ver not including it specifically for censorship reasons, since it was the 90s and also made for tv and ALSO cut to 3hrs lol) but like. the fact that it wasnt in the movies is criminal tbh.

but i digress.

as for opinions and such regarding the corcoran boy.... i mean, we get next to nothing abt him. what we know is a) his stepdad is an abusive piece of shit b) he had a younger brother that he seemingly cared about deeply (SOBS) c) his pos stepdad killed his baby brother (LIKE ACTUAL BABY. A 4YO???? FR????) d) his death was horrific. theres a little bit more but but but i havent reread that chapter recently so some of it is certainly escaping me. i wish there was more about him as an actual person, but i also understand that w the book already being a billion pages long there is only so much small details that could actually be included, and the history of derry and main story obvs will trump this specific smaller story--but like, fr, i want to know more abt eddie. we know he was terrified of the thing from the black lagoon (fair) and obvs holds a lot of fear and anger and guilt regarding dorsey's death, we know hes abused, we know how he dies. its a weird paradox of being very close to this character (in terms of his pov at the time, being in his head and all just like w any of the main losers) and being extremely removed (we know nothing abt his internal life beyond what his abuse brings out). which. frankly it's somewhat genius bc, yeah, abuse DOES tend to stifle the actual personality/interests of the person being abused and DOES like literally fuck w the brain chemistry and processessing of a child (source: happened to me lolololol), but its also heartbreaking that all we know him as is One of The Missing. he can never be more. its fucked.

soooo . this got away from me. sorry if it makes little to no sense ill just do a small bit on my thoughts summarized HERE:

i wholeheartedly agree that eddie corcoran's death is like. the worst part of the story. listening to it makes me legit sick to my stomach in a way NO OTHER PART OF THE BOOK DOES. LEGIT. and i think the main reason for that is while cosmic horror space clown spider thing is fake, duh, and more obviously used as a stand in for trauma and specifically for childhood trauma and the lasting effects that it has on our psyche, eddie's death is REAL. dorsey's death is REAL. we see, in grusome, up close detail, the actual consequences of abuse and how it destroys people's lives--specifically children's. we see how the complacency of those around such families (eddie's mom, the teachers, the principal, the town of derry at large) contributes to the horrific mistreatment of the most vulnerable, and how NONE OF THEM suffer any consequences for their lack of action. the section ends with eddie's mother getting access to his savings, which amount to less than 20$. to do so, she has to have him legally declared dead, EVEN THOUGH THEY DO NOT HAVE A BODY. AND THAT'S FUCKED. SHE DOESN'T EVEN WANT TO MAKE SURE HE'S FUCKING DEAD BEFORE SHE DOES THIS, DOESN'T WANT THE CLOSURE, DOESN'T WANT TO LAY HIM TO REST, DOESN'T WANT A PLACE TO VISIT. I CAN'T. like obviously we see themes of abuse and neglect in the whole book, that's the whole point, but eddie's story is different. there is no winning. there is no escape. you can't spin it into a better life.

he's a kid, just like any of the losers, but to the universe, he's not 'special,' so his death doesn't matter. he could have been swapped in with any of the other characters--fuck, he literally shares the name of one of them!! and yet he's not, and because of that, he doesn't matter. his death effects no one. the only positive is that it reopens dorsey's case, and even then, the reopening of his brother's death almost entirely sweeps eddie under the rug. the town of derry turns away, and when the truth of dorsey corcoran's death is revealed, the shrug, go so very sad, and wipe their hands of it. just another child death at the hands of an adult monster, just another day.

[navnae]

Slightly nsfw idea :)

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When Steve told Eddie that he liked turning on some music in the bedroom he didn’t think much of it. Until one day Eddie comes home to Steve wearing a robe with nothing underneath it and Eddie can hear his voice playing faintly in the background. It didn’t take him long to realize that Steve wanted to fuck him shamelessly while his own music was playing and he made sure that with every thrust he slammed into to Steve on beat making his body tense up every time. Eddie couldn’t believe that hearing his own voice could turn him on so much until Steve introduced the idea and that made the rest of their evenings even better.