#anyway. yes it’s another eddie coming out fic don’t look at me

[capseycartwright]

have been tagged in many wip wednesdays and seven sentence sundays the last few weeks i haven’t replied to, so instead here is a tidbit thursday

Eddie Diaz is fourteen years old the first time he thinks he might be gay. He remembers the moment so clearly – he was lying in bed, curled up under the covers, and the thought struck him like lighting – sudden, and seemingly out of nowhere, sending a shock down his spine as he lets the thought wash over him.

He remembers thinking it – Eddie doesn’t quite remember why the thought came to him, though. He thinks maybe it was because Carson from his third period math class got a girlfriend – Emily, who played soccer for their school team - and had proudly boasted to everyone before the bell rang that he’d kissed her for five whole minutes and Eddie was sort of confused as to why you’d want to do that when he’d much rather see what it was like to kiss Carson, and –

Oh.

Fourteen-year-old Eddie didn’t know a lot of gay people. He knew they existed, in a mythical sort of way, like Sophia was convinced unicorns did, but he wasn’t sure he’d ever actually met a real-life gay person. He’d only ever heard about them – from movies, and television shows, and the way his parents murmured in quiet voices about what a shame it was that Mrs. Garcia’s daughter, the one who had moved to New York for college, was a lesbian now – she’d have found a good husband if she wasn’t that way inclined, his mother had lamented, and his father had nodded his stoic agreement, offering his hope that Isabella Garcia would change her mind and settle down with a good man, in the end.

People were gay, Eddie knew – but at fourteen, he had the distinct impression that he wasn’t supposed to be one of them. Ramon Diaz had old-fashioned ideas about who his son was supposed to be – the only Diaz boy in a house of girls, Eddie’s job was to be the man of the house when Ramon would travel. Eddie was supposed to be strong-willed, and he was supposed to keep his emotions to himself, and he was supposed to be a man. Never mind that he was still a child – Eddie was supposed to be a man, and the kind of man his father expected him to be, wasn’t a gay one.

Eddie was fourteen when he wondered if he could be gay, and he was fourteen when he took that thought and buried it as deeply as he could.

tagging @clusterbuck @hattalove @doeeyeseddie @thatbuddie @mellaithwen @sibylsleaves @henswilsons @littlespoonevan @roy-kents and anyone else who wants an excuse to post a wee bit of fic!

[medusapelagia]

23 Meet me at Skull Rock

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Skull Rock) and @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt:Musician ), @aug-kissed (prompt: Using Tongue) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: no one Words: 1403

(Did Tumblr eat my fic... AGAIN?! Yes! It did! But now I'm smarter and I have copies! Lol XD)

The car is parked down the road, hidden behind a thick bush and a big tree, the same place Steve used every time he hung out at Skull Rock. Nobody could see it from the street and that gave him all the privacy he needed.

Steve has been to Skull Rock so many times by now, but every time was different from the time before.

There was a time when he was still King Steve and he used to come here with the girl of the week. There was a time when he was just Steve, and he drove Nancy here just to look at the stars and intertwine their fingers. There was a time when he was a warrior, ready to fight, and he came to save a friend.

But this time...

This time is different from all the other times.

This time is a goodbye.

Eddie hasn’t really told him, but when he asked him to meet at Skull Rock Steve immediately got it. The road is close enough to the highway. They can share a joint, drink a beer or two, and then Eddie will drive his car far away from Hawkins. From the place that was never home to him. And Steve will remain. Because his roots are deep and strong and he can’t move. Not when the boys are still there. Not when Robin has promised to take a year off to help him figure out what he wants to do with his life. Not when his parents finally came back to take care of him even if he doesn’t need it anymore.

“My liege! Come! Sit down! I already started a fire and brought some s’mores.”

Steve sits on the ratty blanket Eddie has laid down on the ground to protect his royal ass from the bumpy rocks, grabbing a marshmallow and stabbing it with a stick, roasting it on the flame.

Crackers and chocolate are waiting for him at Eddie’s side when he puts the hot candy out of the fire.

“So, you’re going to try?” Steve asks, squishing the marshmallow between the crackers and the chocolate.

“I have nothing to lose,” Eddie mumbles, his mouth full of crackers and some chocolate dripping down his fingers.

“Musician. That’s a cool career.”

“That’s the dream: playing my songs in an arena full of people who sing along with me. And there are other benefits. Like groupies, free stuff, and money. So much money.” Eddie adds in a dreamy tone.

“Yeah. It sounds, nice.”

“I know I’m dreaming big, but you should try it sometime. It really changes your day.  And even if I won’t make it, I will be far from this stupid town anyway, so that’s a plus. In a big town like Los Angeles, I could get lost in no time. No more angry parents threatening me or Wayne, no more slashed tires. No more spray paint on the trailer. Yeah. It sounds like Paradise.”

“The boys?”

“Jeff is coming with me, he is going to attend college in California anyway, And next year Gareth and Frank will graduate too so we’ll be reunited. And maybe we’ll finally make it big. If not, there are so many bars where we could play. I'm not worried at all.”

Steve nods quietly while inside him his feelings are bubbling like a hot soup. He reaches out to grab another marshmallow, and his hand bumps into Eddie’s. The metal head smiles brightly, “Didn’t know you had a sweet tooth,” he says, offering him the bag to grab another candy, but that seems to be Steve’s breaking point. He drops the bag of candies, not caring about ants or other insects, and pushes Eddie with his shoulders to the ground.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers on Eddie’s lips, “tell me you don’t want this and I’ll leave.”

Eddie’s eyes have always been big, but right now they are huge pools of chocolate brown staring at him in astonishment.

He doesn’t ask Steve to stop, he doesn’t push him away or scream against him, he grabs the back of Steve’s head with one hand and drags him toward himself. Eddie tastes like chocolate and candies with a hint of cheap beer, that’s what Steve will remember about his first kiss with a man. His hands are strong and his long slim fingers are curling on Steve’s back, urging him closer, and closer. They’re chest to chest, Steve practically crushing Eddie with his body, and then Steve’s tongue pushes a little bit harder and Eddie grants him permission to kiss him deeply. Their tongue meets halfway, as if they couldn’t wait to finally touch each other. Steve’s tongue twirls and moves faster into Eddie’s mouth and Eddie follows his lead, obediently. It’s not so different from kissing a girl, the only difference is Eddie’s chapped lips and a hint of beard growth brushing against Steve’s chin, but Steve doesn’t startle at the realization that he’s kissing a man. He just makes himself softer and kinder, not wanting to leave Eddie with a bad memory of their first kiss.

Steve doesn’t know how long they keep kissing, he hasn’t made out for so long in months and he’s somehow surprised when he finds Eddie straddling him, their hard dicks brushing one against the other behind their jeans.

But then Eddie retreats, crawling backward on the blanket.

“What was that?” he asks, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand, and Steve knows he fucked up, he really did.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Is that so? I don’t know what I was thinking?! You fucking kissed me, man!” Eddie yells, “You… you stole it from me!”

“I didn’t steal anything.” Steve replies tiredly, “I kissed you, I made a big mistake, and I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, you should have not!” Eddie insists, and now he’s standing, touching with his fingertips his plum lips, “Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know Eds. I wanted to, okay? You’re leaving anyway, why does it matter? It’s not like you have never been kissed before!” Steve sighs, brushing a hand through his hair, and then the realization hits him. “It wasn’t… it wasn’t your first kiss, right? You… you have all those dirty magazines you bought in Indy, you always talk about that stupid hanky code. You… you have never been kissed before.” Steve whispers, pinching his nose, “Listen, man, I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t mean it.”

“You didn’t mean it? Thank you, Steve! That makes things so much better!” Eddie complains, his arms crossed in front of him, “Hey Eddie, I stole your first kiss because I was drunk and sad. I don’t even like boys but you were here so I just did it. Sorry. But we’re fine right?” Eddie yells, mocking Steve’s voice.

“That’s not… It’s not like that, ok? It wasn’t…”

“It wasn’t what? An experiment? A test?”

“I do like you, moron!” Steve finally yells and his voice reverberates in the quiet of the woods, then he lowers his tone, “I do like you. I have liked you for quite a bit but I never gather the courage to say anything. And now you’re leaving and I won’t see you again, and maybe you’re right, I’m sad and drunk. But I did mean it, Eddie. It wasn’t an experiment. I swear.” Steve almost whispers, avoiding staring at Eddie in the eyes. 

The metalhead is still standing in front of the fire, his silhouette dark and ominous.

“You did? You really meant it?” Eddie asks, and this time it looks like his crossed arms are pulling him together instead of shielding him.

“I did. I do.”

Very slowly, Eddie sits back on the blanket, “I’m going to leave anyway,” Eddie reminds him.

“I know. It’s the right thing to do.” Steve agrees.

“But maybe… you and Buckley could think about joining me next year. Or the year after.”

Steve reaches out with one hand, caressing Eddie’s arm.

“I’d love to.”

“So… maybe we can try again? Practice makes perfect, you know?”

Steve chuckles, “Yes. Yes, we can. Come here, babe.”

They kiss until the sun rises and when they get back to their cars Eddie’s last promise is that he’ll call him as soon as he’ll find a place to stay. And if Steve is already waiting for Eddie's call, sitting next to the phone, is none‘s business.

[corroded-hellfire]

OMG Wait for thé As You Wish baby Eliza idea fics I was thinking about something like this: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRTyDcC5/

All of the Munson family is on the floor lined up and cooing at baby Eliza to crawl/walk towards one of them to see who she favors more.

Eliza Munson is now an obsession of mine. I love her almost as much as Eddie does. @munson-blurbs and I had so much fun (as we always do together) writing this and having the little Munson family get weird and have fun 🩷

Words: 1.2k

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Come on, Eliza,” Luke says with a sigh. He pulls out the chair next to her highchair and plops down in it. “Why won’t she just eat it?”

“Would you want to eat strained peas?” Ryan asks, brandishing the label on the baby food jar at his little brother. “It probably tastes worse than normal peas.”

Luke hops up and dips his pinky into the jar. He sticks it in his mouth and immediately pulls it right back out. His face scrunches up in repulsion and he makes a gagging sound. “Yep. Definitely worse.”

“Don’t make that face in front of her!” Ryan chides. “She’ll never want to eat it!”

But the little giggles from the highchair have both boys turning to look at their sister. Her big eyes are focused on Luke as he makes his face of disgust. 

“You think that’s funny, huh?” Luke says, leaning in towards the nine-month-old. “You like when I make silly faces?” He puckers his lips together like a fish, which has Eliza giggling even harder. “You love me so much, don’t you?” Luke swore he’d never cave in and use the baby-talk voice that everyone else uses with his sister, but that didn’t last very long. Now he uses it almost every time he talks to her. 

“All right, Eliza,” Ryan says, bringing a small spoonful of the unappetizing green baby food up towards her lips. “You gonna have some food now? Have some yummy lunch?”

“Don’t lie to her,” Luke says, making Ryan roll his eyes. 

“Don’t listen to him,” Ryan tells the baby. “Gonna open up? Yeah, there you go.” Eliza holds her tiny mouth open long enough for Ryan to feed her the peas. Eliza makes a face at the unpleasant taste on her tongue and smacks her lips together a few times, but she doesn’t spit it out. 

“Yes!” Ryan cheers. “I did it! I got her to eat her vegetables.”

“Well, yeah,” Luke says with a scoff. “Because I made her laugh.”

“She laughs at anything. The other day, I unzipped my coat and she laughed so hard that she farted,” Ryan retorts, bringing another small spoonful of peas to his sister’s lips. 

Luke pouts, sticking his tongue out at Ryan. “You’re just jealous because I’m obviously her favorite.”

“Ha! In your dreams.”

“Wanna bet?”

That’s how you and Eddie find your three children sprawled out on the family room floor. Luke and Ryan are on one side, and Eliza’s on the other. 

“C’mon! Come over here!” Ryan calls out, motioning the baby towards him. “You can do it, Eliza!”

“Do I even wanna know what you two are up to?” Eddie asks, smirking at the boys. 

“Trying to see which one of us is her favorite,” Luke casually replies, as though this is a normal occurrence. 

“Ah, well, at least you’re not training her for some sort of horse racing thing with babies,” Eddie laughs, scratching at the stubble on his chin. “Anyway, don’t worry about who her favorite is.”

“She loves us equally,” you remind them with a patient smile. 

But Eddie rolls his eyes playfully. “Uh, no. I was gonna say that they don’t need to worry about it because I’m clearly the favorite.”

“Ha!” you bark out. “Remember whose body housed her for nine months and produced food for her. I literally gave her life. Therefore, I should be the favorite.”

“You should be,” Eddie says, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes, “however, you’ve neglected to account for the fact that she’s a total daddy’s girl.”

Ryan’s next to speak up. “Well, I’m the one who named her. If you left it up to Luke, we’d be calling her Squidward.”

“Only if she was a boy!” Luke protests. “Besides, I make her laugh the most. She knows I’m funny, so I’m her favorite.”

Eddie turns to you. “I think there’s only one way to settle this,” he says with a shrug. 

“I think so,” you agree. Turning towards the boys, you motion for them to scoot down so that you can get down on the floor next to them. Eddie scoops up Eliza from where she’d wandered over towards the toy box in the corner of the room. He straightens the tiny black Metallica shirt she’s wearing and sits her down in the middle of the room. 

“Here we go,” he says, pressing a kiss to her head before coming over to get on the ground next to you. “Okay, on the count of three, everyone start calling for her. Ready? One, two, three.”

“Come on, baby!” you call, making grabby hands for your daughter.

“Eliza! C’mere to Daddy, baby girl!”

“Hey, hey, Eliza!” Luke coos. “Over here!”

“You know you love your big brother Ryan! Come here!”

Eliza stays seated in her spot, her eyes roaming over her four family members, wondering what in the hell they are doing. She’s seen some weird things in her nine months, but never this. 

“Luke, stop making funny faces. You’re distracting her!” Ryan says.

“I’m trying to get her to come over here!” he responds. 

The baby finally pushes herself into a crawling position and starts to move. The four older family members practically hold their breath as they wait to see in what direction she’s headed. Eliza veers to the right, headed towards Eddie. Her father lets out an evil, triumphant laugh and grins as she gets closer. 

“That’s right, baby. Show them Daddy is your favorite.” But then her movements pause, and Eliza begins to head towards her mother.

“Yes!” you say, encouragingly. “That’s my sweet girl!” You shoot a smirk over your shoulder at Eddie. “You were saying?” 

Eliza starts crawling towards you, but Ryan starts drumming his hands against the carpet and that catches her attention. Her course once again changes, and she heads towards her brothers.

“No!” you say. “Don’t betray me! My only daughter!”

“Uh, mine too, ya know,” Eddie says from the other side of you. “Eliza, remember who always sings you to sleep.” He launches into the chorus of “Enter Sandman,” headbanging while the little girl giggles. 

Your heart sinks as Eliza starts towards him, but she immediately stops crawling when she hears the knock at the door and sits back on her diaper-padded bottom. 

“That must be Wayne,” Eddie says. He’d invited him over for dinner, and the older man never turns down an opportunity to see his grandkids. “Come in!” he calls out, not moving from his spot on the floor. 

The doorknob twists as Wayne enters, heavy-footed in steel-toed boots. His gaze is drawn immediately to the five of you on the floor. 

“What on God’s green Earth did I walk into?”

Luke’s the only one not remotely embarrassed. “Trying to see who Eliza loves the most,” he casually explains. 

Before Wayne can formulate a response, the baby does an about-face and crawls directly to him. She sits at his feet, making grabby hands and whining so he’ll pick her up. 

“Huh,” Wayne says with a grin. “Wouldja look at that.  Seems like Miss Eliza chose me!”

The rest of you groan and grumble, erupting into a chorus of not fairs. 

“Does this mean that Grampa Wayne is her favorite?” Luke asks, unable to hide his envy. 

Wayne laughs, tickling his granddaughter’s feet. “C’mon, you didn’t need a competition to know that!”

Eliza claps her hands together clumsily in agreement. 

“The princess has spoken,” Eddie begrudgingly agrees. A glint of mischief flickers across his deep brown eyes as he looks at his uncle. “Unfortunately, the prize is changing her diaper. And, uh, she’s really been into prunes lately, so…” he claps a hand on Wayne’s back. “Congrats!”

[nburkhardt]

Whooooo wants another silly with Steve as a little shit fic?

The idea comes when Eddie rushes out of his house to go to band practice. It makes him smile at the plan forming in his head and the excitement and gasps he’ll get tomorrow.

The next morning is spent making sure the bags are packed and that he’s wearing his basketball jacket to complete the look.

He’s giddy with excitement as he drives to school, putting one backpack on his shoulder and carrying the other once he’s parked. Walking towards the school with a smirk in place. There’s already gasps and whispers as he enters through the doors. He casually makes his way towards a row of lockers, the opposite side of his own and leans against one and knocking on the open one next to it.

“Man, it’s not even eig- Stevie!” Eddie slams his locker shut and beams at him.

His smirk fades into a smile, “Hi lovely” he whispers mostly due to the other students clearly spying on them, “You forgot this yesterday”

Eddie looks confused and he lifts up the bag, “your backpack?”

He hears more gasps and poor attempts at whispering, there’s even sounds of a book dropping. It brings him joy, making him wiggle the backpack again. “Don’t play dumb, Teddy-baby, you know this is yours”

That time he doesn’t whisper, he’s actually a little loud.

Eddie’s eyes widen and his eyes flicker around them before settling back on him, an unsaid question on his face.

It softens when it’s answered by a nod, “yeah, yeah you’re right. My backpack, you got yours?”

Steve so happy that they’re actually learning to communicate while silent, he smiles back and stands straighter to turn away. Showing off the backpack. He looked in the mirror before leaving the house, it is a big contrast to his letterman jacket. What makes it even better is, since the straps are loosen and long, his name is visible over the top.

“Ye-yep, looking perfect, Sunshine boy.” It comes out pitchy and Eddie clears his throat shaking his head before throwing his arms around him, “always, sweet boy”

Steve brightens and looping his arms around him, keeping him close and loving not only the warm of the hug but also the gasps and loud gossiping around them. That brings him joy at the chaos. Eddie seems to enjoy it too by the laughter coming from him.

“Of all the ways to reveal our relationship, honey”

It brings Steve to a blush, he tightens his arms around Eddie and turns his head to press a kiss to his cheek, enjoying the blush that creeps up.

“Thought it would be fun, let everyone know who belongs to me”

~

The edible I took is definitely hitting because this isn’t make much sense anymore but it’s SILLY AND SHORT.

Facts ya don’t need but I’m now thinking about: Steve and Eddie have only been dating for a few weeks when pulls this. It’s also a modern au because I don’t wanna think about the 80s. They still in high school and Steve is wearing Eddie’s backpack that he painted on. There’s the hellfire logo, because he’s obsessed with it. There’s also pins and patches all over it, even a ice cream cone and sailor hat, along with cheer pom-poms (am I spelling that correctly? Idk) ANYWAY. Steve’s backpack is a basic blue, with some doodles from Eddie and Robin. Because of course Robin is there, she’s Steve’s platonic soulmate.

It’s also inspired by my brand new loungefly I got 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Under the cut with the tag list 🫡

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THE BACKPACK! Clearly not what I’m talking about Steve wearing but it’s glorious and perfect.

[donationwayne]

WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by @disasterbuck

He lights up when Bobby and Athena arrive with Harry and May in toe. May sits behind the booth in Buck’s chair and happily eats cupcakes, paid for by Bobby. Harry on the other hands goes in search of Denny and Chris on the playground. Bobby gives him a hug and Buck smiles big and wide. “Thanks for coming!” “Hey, baby.” Athena says, looking over his table. He leans down to allow her to place a kiss on his cheek. “Hey, ‘Thena,” He glances over at Bobby who is inspecting the display. “Why don’t you just call her mom already?” May asks with a catty grin, tossing a cupcake wrapper into the trash. Buck is saved from responding by the appearance of one of the counselors. “Hello, you two must be Mr. Buckley’s parents. Its so nice to meet Chris’ grandparents, I’m glad you two are already getting so active in the school. We love our little community.” May from her spot behind the table appears absolutely delighted by the turn of events. Buck isn’t sure who is more shell shocked: himself, Bobby, or Athena. Athena recovers the quickest, “That’s us.” Buck feels a bit like a teenager all over again while Athena and Bobby talk about Buck’s accomplishments, or lack there of in front of the table of sweets. “You’re the talk of the bake sale, people are raving about those cupcakes.” The counselor tells him and Buck feels himself blush in embarrassment. “Anyways, just wanted to introduce myself, thanks for coming out tonight.” “Where’s Eddie?” May asks, around a mouthful of cupcake, now unimpressed by the havoc the counselor had wrought after the lack of drama. “Also if anyone asks about ages, I’m just going to tell everyone Buck had a teen pregnancy.” “You’re worse than Hen and Karen,” Buck threatens throwing a napkin at her head. “I take that as a compliment. Now, where’s your fiancé?” “Wandering,” Buck says, ‘He went to check on Chris earlier but he hasn’t come back yet.” “He abandoned you, are you sure he’s the one?” May teases and Buck comes around the table to attack her. She giggles and screams when he throws her over his shoulder and heads towards the doors where he knows there’s a fountain. A few of the other parents and staff look at them fondly. He holds her over the fountain while she scrabbles to hold on to him, apologizing and shouting and giggling. When the return they’re both wiping away tears of laughter. That’s the moment Eddie chooses to show back up. “Hey Cap, Athena!” Buck turns and sees Eddie closing the distance, there’s a smudge of strawberry something on his cheek like maybe he’d been off eating sweets not created by Buck himself. “Are you cheating on me with another pastry? Is that what took so long?” Buck accused teasingly.

Hello, this fic won't be out for roughly forever but this is mostly what I've been working on. This is my first sneak peak at the big bang fic I'm working on!!!!

If you want to be tagged when it finally releases please let me know!!!

Context: Buck is working a bake sale at Chris' school. Eddie and Buck are faking as fiances so Eddie could get Chris in (was it necessary? No. Did they do it anyways? Yes.)

Anyway, have a scene of a Buck and May siblingism.

Its the end of the day already so I won't tag anyone but if you wanna do it please tag me so i can see!!!!! <3

ALSO IF THERE IS TYPOS PLEASE IGNORE THIS IS DRAFT ONE BABY

[spotsandsocks]

Fuck it Friday

Here we go- a bit of self promo putting a touch of F in your Friday with one of my E fics that I was quite pleased with. 😏

Tagged by @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @heartshapedvows @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @wikiangela @loserdiaz with wonderful snippets

Coming Home 8.5K first kiss to first time (sequel to I Missed You 11k an angsty little number where Buck leaves for several months until Eddie finds him and finally tells him how he feels but can be read alone) A bit from each chapter to tempt you in

Chapt 1 😚

“Buck we can’t.” Eddie doesn’t sound completely convinced.

“Why?” he tries not to whine

“Because if you kiss me I’m not going wanna stop and we’re at work.”

“I’m not, not back yet.” Eddie considers this a persuasive argument.

“One kiss Eds, please”

Eddie groans, moves infinitesimally closer then pulls back again, head thunking against the wall. His pupils are blown he’s panting and they haven’t done anything.

“We’re waiting.” he says but he lifts his hand and runs his fingers slowly over Buck’s parted lips. Buck closes his eyes and chases after them, catches Eddie’s hand by the wrist, if that’s all he gets he’ll take it. He pulls his hand to his mouth and kisses the palm, drags his lips up to a finger and slides the tip into his mouth.

Chapt 2 ☺️

Chris is already sat on the bed, he pats the spot next to him and Eddie eyes narrow suspiciously, half amused, half concerned.

“Everything ok?”

“Just sit down Dad”

“We need to talk.”

Eddie frowns, well that is a worry, few conversations that start with that end well. “We do?”

“Yes” Chris sounds serious. “It’s about Buck.”

Eddie sits down a little harder than he intended, oh God what if Chris has worked it out and disapproves, he never thought of that. Chris loves Buck so much he never thought he’d be unhappy if they got together. He keeps the nervousness out of his voice when he asks the tentatively, “What about Buck?”

“I don’t want him to go away again.” Some of his anxiety fades, that’s somewhat reassuring at least.

“Neither do I” Eddie reassures him quickly “but I don’t think he will bud.”

“He was sad before but he’s not anymore.” Eddie can’t work out what Chris is trying to say to him.

“No, I think he’s happy to be back.”

“With us?”

“Yes.”

Then Chris gets to his point.

“With you?” Chris fixes him with a look far more penetrating than a preteen should be capable of.

“Um” Eddie’s horrified to feel his cheeks start to go red.

Chris nods thoughtfully, taking his father’s embarrassment in his stride “That’s what I thought.” Then he follows up with a crushing statement, “Dad, why are grown ups so silly That makes him laugh and he bumps shoulders with his son, “no idea.”

Chris has another question, “Denny asked if I can go to his for a sleepover tonight. Can I?”

“That’s a bit short notice Chris” Eddie’s reluctant to agree and anyway he’s already asked Carla to babysit tonight while he’s out with Buck.

“Denny said it was his mom’s idea so it’s fine.”

“Was it now?” he mutters and thinks about his meddling friends fondly.

Chapt 3 😏

Buck pulls away to breathe deeply, mutters his name in a reverent tone with his eyes closed. Eddie’s dizzy, he doesn’t think he’s ever been kissed quite like that, like he was the oxygen necessary for Buck to breathe.

He thinks its finished but then his lips are taken again, harder, faster and he’s being moved backwards until he hits the door of the fridge with a thump. Eddie meets the fire from Buck eagerly, hands coming up and burying themselves in his curls. He tugs slightly and Buck groans, kisses him harder, presses then closer together. He can feel the aching hardness between his legs matched by Buck, pressed up close like this there is just enough friction to tease but not satisfy.

The kisses were a lot but then Buck shifts to his neck kissing downwards, when he bites lightly into the muscle Eddie cries out and his knees actually do stop working he slides a little down the refrigerator door. Buck stops to laugh his breath tickles and Eddie’s squirms. Buck bites again making him gasp once more.

“Like that huh?”

“Take a guess.”

“Nuh huh we said we’d talk,” he’s peppering more kisses along his skin “you gotta tell me these things Eds, I gotta know what feels good”

“You, you feel good” he’s arching back against the door, pressing himself harder against Buck, giving him more access to his neck. Buck hums a pleased little noise. When Eddie looks at him he’s blushing.

“Yeah?”

Eddie pushes his hip forward again to prove it and Buck takes a stuttering breath at the pressure against his cock, eyelids fluttering shut.

Eddie licks his lips “Wanna go somewhere more comfortable?”

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[hairstevington]

STWG April Fool's Swap!

Hi friends! The discord hosted an event where each of us got assigned one person and two prompts. Then, we chose one of the prompts and wrote something for April Fool's! This is what I came up with. Have a very Normal day, folks! @strangerthingswritersguild

Prompt: Steve and Eddie find an injured animal and do their best to fix it up. Maybe Wayne gives them a hand :) (written for @jaytriesstuff )

Warnings: This fic is as fluffy as the bunny they save

Word Count: 1.1K

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“Steeeeeve.”

Ah yes. Steve’s favorite way to wake up -  while being not-so-gently shaken by his boyfriend. 

“What,” he muttered into the pillow. 

“There’s a reeeeeally cute bunny outside,” Eddie whispered.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Seriously?” he whined. “You’re waking me up for that? Dude.”

“If you go outside and see it, you’ll understand why,” Eddie continued. “And! The poor thing is wounded! Come on, Harrington, you love taking care of things. I know it’s your kryptonite. Put on pants and come see this adorable, scared, injured little bunny rabbit with me.”

Steve sighed. Eddie was right, actually, but what got Steve out of his bed was more so the knowledge that it wasn’t a choice. Eddie would keep annoying him about it until he obliged, so…

“Fine,” he groaned, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Why were you outside anyway?”

Eddie smirked, triumphant. “Well, you see - your parents have the nose of bloodhounds, and I’m not about to get you into trouble for your room smelling like cigarette smoke again….”

Steve remembered that. His parents were gone a lot, so Eddie stayed over a lot, and he smoked like a chimney. On colder nights, he tried smoking out the window, but…

“Oh,” Steve said as he slipped a pair of jeans on. “That’s actually, uh, yeah. Okay. Thanks.”

Eddie put his palm delicately on Steve’s cheek. “I’m not a monster,” Eddie told him. Then, he lightly slapped Steve on that same cheek - eliciting another eyeroll. “Okay, let’s go.”

-

God dammit. The rabbit was actually really cute.

Steve crouched down beside it in the grass. The little guy was breathing fine, but it seemed to be soundly asleep. “What do you think happened to it?” he said.

“Him,” Eddie corrected. “He’s a dude.”

Steve contorted his face into confusion as he turned to Eddie. “How do you know that?”

Eddie shrugged. “I’m more than just a pretty face, great hair, and massive talent, Steve.” After Steve stared blankly at him, Eddie continued. “Okay, so maybe I don’t actually know for sure, because I’d have to like, reeeeally inspect him to know, but I’m pretty confident just from, like, the vibes.”

This was one of those times where Steve could not believe he was in love with this man. It was also one of the times he knew exactly why he was. Eddie had a way of making both those feelings happen simultaneously, all the time. 

“I named him Drugs,” Eddie added. Then, he grinned. “Drugs Bunny.”

Steve closed his eyes and put his head in his hands. “Jesus Christ,” he mumbled. “It’s perfect.”

“He’s perfect,” Eddie corrected.

Steve let his hands drop back down and stood up straight again. He looked at Eddie and smiled. “Yeah, right,” Steve said. “He is.”

-

Well, they weren’t gonna bring an injured wild animal back into the Harrington house, that’s for damn sure. Whether or not Steve’s parents ever found out, the risk was enough to make him woozy. So, naturally, Eddie and Steve wrapped the bunny in an old t-shirt and gently brought him into Eddie’s van, where he sat on Steve’s lap in the passenger seat while Eddie drove slower and more carefully than he ever had before.

The Harrington house was the wrong place for this project, but Forest Hills was a free-for-all.

“Shit,” Steve said as they approached the trailer. “Wayne’s home.”

“Shh,” Eddie replied, nodding towards the bunny. He opened the door as gently as possible, then mouthed - Leave him in here.

Steve had no idea what was going on, but okay sure. He was already this deep in it, what’s a little more?

They left the car doors open and walked into the trailer, where Eddie immediately started calling for Wayne and opening cabinets. 

“What are you boys up to now?” Wayne asked as he approached from the hall. 

“Eddie found a wounded rabbit outside,” Steve explained as Eddie continued to rummage around. “Now, we’re co-parenting.”

Wayne chuckled. “Sounds like my boy,” he said. “Alright, kids, I’ll bite. What’s wrong with the rabbit?”

“We don’t know,” Steve responded. 

“Well, you’ll probably have to call the vet if it’s domestic. If it’s wild then a rehabilitator is your best bet.”

“There’s rehab for rabbits?” Steve asked, surprised. 

“Oh, sweetie,” Eddie said, a look of endearment on his face. 

“Why are both of you experts on this?”

“Well,” Eddie began before turning to Wayne. “You wanna take this one?”

Wayne sighed. “Yeah, alright,” he said. “So, my sister, you know. Eddie’s mom. She was a veterinarian. Loved animals more than she loved me, I think.” He chuckled. “Anyway, we did this kind of thing a lot with her.”

“We’re kiiiiind of famous in the animal community,” Eddie added. “If only my dad hadn’t made the Munsons famous for other shit.”

Steve noticed how neither Eddie nor Wayne seemed particularly sad about this fact. He figured the both of them had accepted their place in this world, and didn’t care much what other people thought about it.

That was an attribute Steve was still working on. 

“Oh,” Steve said after a moment. “That’s really sweet, honestly.”

Eddie started gagging and making dramatic choking noises. “Don’t say that,” he demanded. “I’m not sweet, I just got a heart, that’s all.”

“Eds,” Steve countered. “You have a small rabbit in the passenger’s seat of your van, bundled in your shirt, and you’re currently making some kind of habitat for it.” Steve gestured to the box Eddie was prepping, which seemed ridiculously large considering the size of the animal, but whatever. “I hate to break it to you, but you’re a softie.”

Eddie stuck his tongue out at Steve.

“Oh, that’s where he is?” Wayne intruded. “The van?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, I figured it was quiet and dark enough in there,” he explained. “Come on, let’s go get him settled.”

The three of them walked out to the van and peered in through the open car door, only to find that the bunny was now sitting on top of the shirt, perfectly awake and happy, nose twitching. 

“Hooooly shit,” Steve said. 

“It’s an Easter miracle!” Eddie exclaimed.

“I thought you said it was wounded,” Wayne pointed out.

“He was,” Eddie clarified. “I mean - I thought he was. He was just - he was lying there looking all sad, and -” He fell deep into thought for a moment before continuing. “Huh. I guess he was just being dramatic.”

Steve chuckled. “Oh, now I see why you love him so much. He’s just like you.”

Eddie laughed, then leaned over and put his face next to the bunny’s. “I mean,” he said, “the resemblance is there, right?”

Steve nodded with another light laugh. “Yeah, the resemblance is there, cutie.”

And that, my friends, is how the Munsons ended up with Drugs.

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A little taglist moment for my Steddie shippers! Sorry I missed a bunch, I haven't used my taglist in a long time :')

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[bifuriouswaterbender]

WIP Wednesday

First one of 2024 and last one before I go back to work! I'm not feeling awesome today, but I'd still like to get a good amount of writing done.

As always, credit to @kedreeva

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request! Also, if you send me an ask, I'll look on your page to see if you'd like one back. This works best when we help each other!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Filenames

Reverse Big Bang 1 (Secret Project & Top Priority)

Reverse Big Bang 2 (Secret Project)

Chrissy Woke Up Ch 8 [1-7]

He's All That Ch 9 [1-8]

Merman Eddie

Why yes, I did add a second Reverse Big Bang project this week. I've stepped in as a pinch hitter for one of the projects I'd been considering originally!

Snippet: Once again, most of my writing this week has been in projects you can't see and/or already posted in two Steddie Microfic entries. Here's a bit from Chrissy Woke Up.

Steve licked his lips and seemed to be considering his words carefully. “I can’t be him. I wouldn’t want to be him. Hell, I don’t think Max would want me to be him. She doesn’t need a brother. She doesn’t need me.”

Chrissy doubted that.

“But I try to be there for her anyway.” He let out a shaky breath. “She’s never really had anyone to look out for her, and I don’t know that she really wanted it now. Still, she trusted me, and I…” Steve blinked furiously, and Chrissy tactfully looked away. “I let her put herself in danger.”

“You didn’t let her do anything,” Chrissy said, surprising even herself. “Max made that decision for herself. There’s nothing you could have done to convince her otherwise.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, although he didn’t sound convinced. “Lucas is beating himself up over it.”

“You both want to protect. That doesn’t mean you failed when someone gets hurt.”

[mrsnancywheeler]

thank u for feeding us with billy dunne content, we were truly starved of fics for him <3

your blurbs about being his on and off again gf has me imagining how exhausting it must be to be fighting with billy, getting back together, seeing him with another groupie, and the cycle repeats

and you are having one of those fights. it’s no different than the other ones, but you’re exhausted. why aren’t you enough? And this could be early into the relationship, so you just start crying. you don’t mean to cry. In fact, you’ve been holding it for so long. But maybe he just said something that struck a nerve with you, or the more you argue the more frustrated/tired you got of holding it all in.

so you’re standing there crying, wiping your tears and sniffing softly. maybe billy had his back turned towards you in frustration when you started crying, so he didn’t immediately notice. but when he noticed the room got quieter and he hears you sniffing he turns around and just stands there.

tbfh, i don’t see him instantly being apologetic. he might just stand there for a while before going to comfort you. he’d hug you and whisper sweet nothings and maybe just be like “let’s stop fighting,” bc of course he’s not going to apologize. you both know nothing’s gonna change after this, and you’ll always come back to him. Because he’s billy freakin dunne

(bonus points if this is all happening in a hotel, and eddie is in the room right next to yours. so he heard everything. when he sees u next morning, eyes all puffy, all he can think about is how he can treat you so much better. and maybe billy notices how he’s staring at you, so he pulls up closer or drags you away lol)

yes ofc pookie, he's my man, I love him sm, I'm happy to feed the crowd 💋

some nsfw mentions, drugs, alcohol, arguments, toxic relationships things

literally so exhausting, which makes me think of something else that I can talk about later, but anyways like you don't think you've been able to go more then three maybe four months max without having a big blow up fight, and ofc there's smaller fights in between.

but this time you feel like you're losing touch with reality because you'd just been out for a couple of hours, ate dinner with a friend, picked a couple things up from the store. you knew billy was in one of us moods and had been for a hot sec, but when you get back to your hotel room you open the door to find him, on the bed, doing drugs with some groupies who've clearly been feeling him up.

they look at him, and you, back to him, and you, he's smoking a joint without a care in the world and you make a gesture for them to leave. with an eye roll from one of them, they're leaving, you can see the hickies, he's so fucking disgusting. one of the girls is walking past you and you smell and unmistakable scent, "oh my god, are you wearing my fucking perfume? what the fuck, billy." you look back at him who says nothing as you shut the door behind them, quickly finding your perfume without the lid on and fixing that problem asap.

"what the fuck, baby, I can drink with whoever I want too, it's my hotel room. get off my ass."

"I'm not on your ass, all I asked about was my perfume!"

"oh my god!" you start throwing blankets off the bed, pulling off the sheets. "what the hell are you doing?"

"it's fucking disgusting, billy. have at least a little fucking decency next time." he's getting off the bed which only allows you to take off the rest of the bedsheets.

"I didn't do anything, we were just having a drink. you're my girl, you know that." he's such a liar and you can feel how much your heart is racing as you pick up the phone, dialing up room service. asking as politely as you can for new sheets even though your voice is shaking. a flash of something lacy catches your eyes, and you instantly know the pair of panties isn't yours. there should be more hesitation when you go to pick it up, but there isn't. and you're on it the moment you hang up the phone.

"fucking disgusting!" you throw it on the pile of sheets.

"I didn't ask anyone to do anything, I didn't do anything! can't even smoke a goddamn joint anymore." he's making you feel hysterical, like you're the one unhinged, but you're not the one who constantly has other women draped over you everytime you're upset. "what do you want me to do when you're not around?"

"am I supposed to just wait around all the time? what do you want from me?" you're exhausted, this is so tiring, but you should have expected that. he was a rockstar, and no one was perfect.

"need you to be there for me! you've got one job, if you can't do it I'm sure I can find someone else who can!" a knock on the door interrupts everything, it's housekeeping. there's an awkward silence of you taking the new sheets, giving her the old, leading her out the door. billy does a line in the silence and you resent him for it, how can he just keep going when you're trying to get through to him. as she leaves you see eddie. he's just standing in the hallway and gives you an 'are you okay?' look and you hate that he knows you so well.

"stay in your lane, eddie." billy is suddenly behind you, closing the door, arm extended over you.

you turn around, back resting on the door, hands rubbing your face. "billy, what are we?" there's a beat before he tries to kiss, you like that'll answer anything. maybe he's hoping since it's only been a few months, only a few fights it'll fix everything. you let him for a second before pulling away, hand resting on his chest. "billy."

then he's yelling again, "you always act like you deserve more from me, you're a fucking groupie, and you don't have to be the only one." you dodge around him, grabbing a bag, throwing your stuff into it. "pulling that shit again doesn't change anything, you can't expect me to have the same spot waiting for you when you come crawling back."

"you can't expect me to want you back when you call because nobody does it for you like me." you've thrown is some shirts, some pants, anything you can.

he's closer to you now, face barely inches from yours. "anyone can wear your perfume and be just as much of a leech as you are."

you're shoving him away from you, "fuck you!"

"it's the only thing you're good at." his smirk is fucking sickening, and even more so that his hair so messy makes him look so sexy.

"you're the worst, billy." your voice is a lot weaker now, he's always so harsh with his words. your chest hurts.

"that must be why you're so desperate, so fucking jealous. there will always be girls just like you." he's going to take another line and you can't hold back anymore. you feel the warm tears streaming down your face and give up on zipping the bag to cover your face. it's too much, you just want to feel secure in your relationship, whatever type of relationship this may be. and you are whenever he's not being like this.

you're lost in the silence of the sobs racking through your chest, it's embarrassing to be crying like this in front of him, it makes you feel young, weak, not mature enough to be with billy dunne but once you've started you can't stop anymore. you don't know how long had passed when his arms are around you, letting you cry into his chest instead. "c'mere baby, let's not fight anymore." he reeks of whiskey and cigarettes, but it's weirdly comforting. "let's go get some ice cream, I'll show you some stuff I've been working on, don't like fighting with my girl." you know that soon enough he'll be all drunk again, pissy, tell you how replaceable you are, but right now he'll make you feel like that's not true and so maybe it's worth it.

and the next morning you're eating breakfast in the hotel lobby and eddie is sulking. looking at you as he thinks about how you deserve to not be told how you mean nothing and then briefly made up to. you deserve to really be loved. he keeps looking at you and billy sees it. sees the way eddie stars at you, how eddie has always stared at you, and he despises it. because despite everything you're his, his inspiration, his muse, and he's pulling you from standing up into his lap. and you're laughing, asking what he's doing before he kisses you.

"just kissing my girl."

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

"File" Names

Lick to Claim

The Fallen

Werewolf Steve

Omega Escort Steve

Snippet

Robin came back out and waggled her eyebrows at Steve. “Damn boy, you were dressed to fuck.”

Steve’s blush darkened and he tucked his hands between his legs. “Was not.”

“A crop top and booty shorts?” she questioned. “If that isn’t your slut outfit than what is?”

Eddie frowned. “Hey, hey. We don’t slut shame in this house. Nor do we victim blame.”

Robin blinked at him in confusion and then her face cleared, her eyebrows shooting up in shock. “No, no! That wasn’t what I meant! I was being... supportive? Excited for him? Because he was out to pull doesn’t mean he was down to fuck whoever asked. Steve is a choosy bastard that way. That’s all I meant. I swear!”

Eddie gave her the side eye, then looked to Steve. Steve nodded, indicating that yes, that’s what she meant.

Eddie sniffed disdainfully, causing the guys to laugh.

“I’ll allow it,” he said haughtily.

Robin laughed. “Stevie, you’re in good hands.” She turned to the guys. “I can take anyone home if they need to be back sooner rather than later.”

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I didn't get as much writing as I wanted to this week do to being severely ill. But I did get some done.

As always send in as many as you want as often as you want.

The game runs from 8am-11pm MST.

[burnthatbridge]

Rachel!!! Tell me:

📝 a fav fic quote

😱 a fav moment in a fav fic (spoilers!)

🤪 wild card! ramble about something!

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📝 a fav fic quote

I know this is probably a fave quote of a lot of people’s and I am being so unoriginal, but I adore the below from Leave the Light On (I’ll Be Coming Home) by @hmslusitania:

“You don’t remember your own name but you know you’re in love with me?”

“My procedural memory is still intact,” Eddie says. He shrugs. “I didn’t forget how to breathe either.”

Often my fave quotes are funny ones rather than romantic/serious/poignant ones, but this one literally took my breath away the first time I read it!

😱 a fav moment in a fav fic (spoilers!)

If it weren’t you asking me this I would 1000% be saying the truck scene after their night out at the bar in maybe love won’t let you down (Buck saying he wants to kiss Eddie, Eddie saying what if he did, the pain of it, the longing 😭) but it feels like cheating somehow to say that when it’s from your fic (oh look, I’ve said it anyway 😇)

So, I’ll give you another one:

woke up the girl who looked just like you, i almost said your name by @hoediaz is hilarious and amazing all round but I love especially the first scene where Eddie is with a guy that is a little bit too similar to Buck, because it’s from Chim’s POV and is impeccable and so, so funny. (I also love the very end of this fic, also for Chim related reasons!).

🤪 wild card! ramble about something!

I actually don’t know what to say (which is a bit ridiculous since I’m a known rambler 😅) so instead I think I’ll use this to answer the two above asks again but for non-buddie/9-1-1 fics (yes, I know it is hard to believe but, I do actually have other fandom interests outside the weewoo show 😂).

A long-time fave fic quote of mine, from the Teen Wolf Sterek fic all you’re giving me is friction by drunktuesdays, is:

Derek sat in an armchair near him, watching a game on the flat screen TV he hadn't wanted, and now would be taken from him over his dead body.

I don’t know what it is about this line that tickles me so much, but I found it incredibly funny when I read it the first time and I frequently smile just remembering it.

And then, a fave moment in a fic would be from the end of the GoT braime fic Traveling Far by astolat when:

[Spoilers!!! - Tywin finds out where Jaime is and sends Tyrion to retrieve him - presumably so that he can force him to take a wife and produce an heir. Turns out, that’s already taken care of… on both accounts! I love Tyrion’s surprise when he arrives to find that Jaime is quite the opposite of the miserable he imagined him to be and (even though I am 100% not a fan of Tywin) I love even more the moment when Tyrion goes back to give his father the shockingly good news!]

fic ask game

[roosterbox]

Fic Rec Friday 3/1/2024

Title: not everything becomes bullshit (not with you)

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley

Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Eddie Munson Lives, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, theyre a mess, Miscommunication, ya know the bullshit thing?, yeah - Freeform, that, thats the trauma, along with his damn parents, Healing, Cuddling

Summary: bullshit: n - stupid or untrue talk or writing; nonsense.

The thing with Nancy comes up with Eddie during an argument and Steve cannot seem to handle it.

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For this, the last fic rec Friday (of this particular batch anyway), let’s take it back to the start. Back to the beginning of my newest obsession. So here you go - the first Steddie fic I ever bookmarked.

I went into this with next to no knowledge of the context surrounding it. I didn’t know about the whole bullshit thing, didn’t know shit about Family Video, or Vecna, or anything. Heck, I didn’t even know what their voices sounds like (almost still don’t in Eddie’s case - I’ll get to S4 eventually!). But the emotions, man. The emotions just drew me in. The dynamics. Even from this story, going in like 90% blind, I got the sense that I would latch on to Steve Harrington like a dog with a favored toy, and would never let go. Ever. Welp, here I am over a year later, still not letting go of my babygirl.

This fic easily established for me one of my favorite Steddie dynamics. That being emotional wreck!Steve and comforting!Eddie. Everything I’ve seen canonically makes Eddie seem like a great source of comfort. He looks like he’d give great hugs, you know? And Steve just deserves to be able to let himself go, emotionally speaking. That boy has been through A Lot in three or so years - either let him get therapy, or let him cry. Maybe both.

There aren’t very many other characters in this, other than Robin of course. Which is kind of as it should be. And that’s another aspect that I had no context for (still don’t, technically; S3 will continue! Soon!) - her platonic with a capital P relationship with Steve. There’s only a few crumbs of it here, but they are delicious. Also, yet another Steddie fic trope I love pops up here: Robin being extremely protective of Steve when she thinks that Eddie might have wronged him. It’s subtler here than I’ve seen in other stories, but that girl would go feral on a motherfucker for Steve’s sake. I adore that about her.

And let’s not forget that this fic features something else that I adore but rarely see in angsty fics - COMMUNICATION. A huge part of adding drama to relationships in fiction (in RL too let’s be real) is a distinct lack of communication. People keep secrets or dance around what they mean, when just SAYING SOMETHING straight up would solve so many fucking problems, lol. And while this may start out with typical miscommunication shenanigans, the shift when they realize that, no, we need to actually talk about this, is just too good. There’s even a line in the narration that says “communication is key and all that jazz, right?” YES, BOYS. YES. Talk to each other.

Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, the COMFORT in this emotional hurt/comfort story, is out of this world. I can deal with my Stevie baby being put through an emotional wringer as long as someone, preferably Eddie or Robin, is there to comfort him in the end. To remind him that, yes, he is loved beyond measure, and that he deserves said love. How lucky for me (and him) that this fic has comfort in it from both of them?

Just a beautiful, simple little h/c gem of a fic. Steve needs a hug, and he gets several of them. Perfect.

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Next Week: Nothing! Zip! Nada! Null! This is, officially, the last of these fic recs I’m doing.

FOR NOW

Thanks so much for reading this, and for reading the fic if you do!

[ismelinor]

A Dustland Fairytale

Read on AO3 | tagging @today-in-fic

Chapter 8: I Think We’re Alone Now

Mulder crashed through the door of the apothecary with his usual poise and grace, and Scully nearly dropped the potion she was working on.

“There’s been another one!” he shouted, sounding far too happy about it.

“Another one?” Scully groaned.

Something weird was happening in Camelot, and it couldn’t have come at a worse time. The lower town had been hit by an outbreak of the pox – Skinner had gone instead of her, because she’d not had the pox as a child and he didn’t want to risk her getting it now – but that only meant she had to brew all the potions, have them sent to the lower town, and deal with the commonplace medical concerns of the citadel by herself. And then there were preparations for the Yuletide feast, which meant all hands on deck – and she was expected to help train a new servant, Eddie, who was quite frankly hopeless. He seemed to have a bit of a crush on her – he’d somehow figured out that she was a girl, though she’d been too exhausted to figure out how – and was constantly bothering her with inane questions: Which fork goes on the outside, Scully? Is there a wine cellar in Camelot, Scully? I just saw an eagle-headed horse in the armoury, Scully.

Oh yes, and then there was that weird thing.

For the last week, there had been sightings across Camelot of strange beasts – winged boar, half-sheep-half-chicken, giant spiders (ew). And Scully was used to magical creatures by now, but these ones were just plain…well, weird. By all accounts, they weren’t hurting anyone – they just popped up out of nowhere, attracted a small crowd, and disappeared without a trace.

Scully was too tired for this nonsense, honestly. She felt like she hadn’t put her feet up for a month, and if she wasn’t running off after some probably imagined monster sighting with Mulder, she was explaining the simplest tasks to Eddie, or breathing in noxious fumes-

“-brewing potions for Skinner, I know, Scully, you’ve told me a dozen times. Come on, this one’s a three-headed cat! That’s got to be worth seeing, right?”

Scully glared at him. “They’re always gone by the time we get there anyway, Mulder. What’s the use?”

As she said it, they heard a scurrying sound, and what looked like a fluffy, four-legged Medusa raced down the corridor behind Mulder.

Scully sighed heavily, put down the potion, and took off after Mulder. She caught up with him as he stumbled out into the courtyard, where a group of knights were staring at one another with gobsmacked expressions. When they saw Mulder and Scully, they pointed towards the royal quarters without a word.

They raced up the stairs just in time to see the door to the princess’ chambers swing shut. Mulder jogged over and knocked urgently. They heard some fumbling from within and looked at one another warily. Scully called her magic to the surface, just in case, and Mulder put his hand on his sword-hilt.

When the door opened, though, it was only Missy, looking a little flustered.

“Melissa, have you seen anyone, or anything, come through here?” Mulder asked.

Missy frowned, though there was something a little odd about the expression. “No, I don’t think so.” She adjusted her dress, which was looking a little dishevelled.

Oh.

Oh, gods.

Scully grabbed Mulder’s arm instinctively.

Oh gods. Missy had opened the door of the princess’ chambers looking flushed and hastily dressed. It didn’t take a genius to work out what had happened.

She widened her eyes at Mulder, trying to communicate this very important and very embarrassing information silently. He frowned, then blushed, so she assumed that he got the message.

“Oh, er – I’m very sorry, Melissa. We didn’t mean to…interrupt,” he cringed.

Scully dragged him away by the arm.

“Oh my gods,” she said.

“Oh my gods,” he replied sympathetically.

They were silent for a moment, letting the weight of the moment set in.

“I’m very happy for them,” said Scully, eventually, “But I never want to think about that again.”

Mulder nodded. “Our sisters.” He grimaced.

They were silent again.

“I do want to talk to Sam, though. She saw the giant spider yesterday.”

“Let’s give them…a few hours, then we can go over and strategize. And not a word about what happened. They can tell us in their own time.”

“I have a theory, you know.”

“About Missy and Samantha?”

“No, about the magical beasts.” He had a twinkle in his eyes, which always meant something truly mad was coming.

“Let me guess, you think they’re all the same creature? That it’s somehow able to shape-shift between forms?”

Mulder looked delighted.

“Come on, it makes perfect sense! It could shift into a fly on the wall, or even a person in the crowd – it’d explain how they always seem to disappear without a trace.”

“Perfect sense? That’s totally illogical, Mulder. And why would anyone want to confuse people with these bizarre sightings?”

“Mischief and mayhem?” Mulder grinned, and Scully couldn’t help but laugh.

“Maybe he likes the attention. Maybe no-one notices him in his normal form.” He gasped. “I bet he’s trying to get a girl’s attention.”

“Hitting a bit close to home for you, Mulder?”

“What?” he said, rather quickly.

“I was just kidding. I’m sure you do great with the ladies.”

He puffed his chest out. “I do just fine, I’ll have you know.”

“Mm-hmm. I’m sure you do. But come on, only an imbecile would think that the best way to get a woman’s attention would be to transform into a variety of impossible creatures and cause mischief and mayhem.”

“Well, there go my plans for the evening.”

“Seeing as you’re all free, then, you can help me brew this potion.”

~~~

Mulder put up some perfunctory complaints, but he helped anyway, which gave Scully time to run out and collect the herbs she’d need for the next batch of potions. The thing was, though, now Mulder had said it, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She kept looking over her shoulder, and of course there was nobody there, but she could feel eyes boring into her.

The sensation followed her all the way to Samantha’s chambers that evening, and as they took their usual places – Samantha sitting knees up on the armchair, Mulder sprawled out on the bed, Scully and Missy together cross-legged on the floor – she still felt uneasy. It wasn’t even the revelation about Samantha and Missy, who were acting no different from usual – though she hadn’t taken them for such good actors. Her magic was unsettled, and much as she told herself that it was absurd, she couldn’t bring herself to believe there was nothing amiss.

Perhaps Mulder felt the same because he looked round the room curiously and said, “It could be any one of us, really. We should each say something only we could know.”

Scully laughed. “You just want to know our secrets.”

Mulder looked scandalised. “I cannot believe you would question the purity of my motives, Miss Dana Scully.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “Here’s one, then. Mulder’s nickname growing up was Prince Spooky, because he insisted the castle was haunted. I had to get the other boys to stop calling him it by threatening to have them beheaded.”

Mulder had gone a little red. “You’re supposed to tell your own secrets, not mine. And I still think it’s haunted,” he grumbled.

“Danes had a nickname back home too,” Missy piped up. “The Ice Queen. Charlie and his friends were messing around by the water, and Dana always tagged along, but she got knocked back into the stream – only when she fell back, the entire creak had turned to ice and it broke her fall. Charlie made the others promise not to tell anyone what had happened, but the name stuck anyway.”

“Huh, Prince Spooky and the Ice Queen. Sounds like a fairy-tale,” said Samantha.

“A weird fairy-tale,” said Scully.

Mulder grinned. “My favourite kind. More Scully secrets, please, Melissa.”

Missy nudged Scully and pointed at the wall. “Look, a spider.”

“No changing the subject! I’ve had a taste, now I want all the dirt on Scully.”

“I’m not changing the subject, actually. That’s another secret – Danes is scared of spiders.”

Scully, who had been eyeing the spider warily, slapped her sister’s arm. “Missy!”

“What? It’s true.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s adorable,” said Mulder. “I’ve seen you take down wizards and bandits and monsters without batting an eyelid, but creepy crawlies are what does it?”

Scully folded her arms. “They’re creepy. Look, it’s like it’s watching us. And I don’t like the way they walk.”

Mulder leaned over the side of the bed and spider-legged his fingers across her neck. She squealed and he laughed delightedly. He pressed his advantage, tickling her mercilessly.

Tickling, even more than spiders, was Scully’s weakness, and she gasped and giggled and kicked at him – until she saw the look Samantha and Missy were giving each other. As if they were the obvious ones. Yeah, right. She kicked him away more determinedly and he seemed to take the hint.

“Well, I think we’ve all established that we are who we say we are. Let’s get down to business.”

~~~

Mulder’s idea of getting down to business was proposing increasingly outlandish theories until Scully developed a highly specific form of muscle fatigue from rolling her eyes so often. Mulder walked her back to the apothecary with an arm slung over her shoulder, looking supremely pleased with himself.

“You keep looking for anything useful in Skinner’s books. I’m gonna head down to the armoury – that kid Eddie said he saw the monster in there, right?”

Scully would’ve preferred to go with him, but she’d spent the last hour telling him there was no monster, and she knew how smug he’d get if she admitted there was something worth investigating. The look on his face told her that he knew she wanted to come along anyway, so she resigned herself to the simple pleasure of slamming the door in his face, and sat down to do some real work.

~~~

Hm.

This was-

Well.

Where to begin?

Scully knew that she and Mulder did not fit the bounds of their prescribed relationship – that they hadn’t, really, since that very first night when she’d conjured him the stars and he’d told her about his quest for the truth.

She knew that princes did not eat meals with their manservants, nor did they crack horrendous jokes just to see them smile, nor did they guide them into rooms with a gentle hand on their lower back. Scully didn’t even realise he was doing that last one until he did so in front of Samantha, who laughed archly and said, “I do hope you’re not doing that in front of my father.” Manservants, Scully later learned from Missy, were supposed to follow their princes two paces behind.

She knew all of that. They had an unusual relationship, sure. But equally, she knew that their relationship had boundaries: that he knew not to push her when she didn’t want to talk, that she knew to leave him be when he was in one of his dark moods, that they both knew that there were things better left unsaid.

Right now, Mulder was pushing those boundaries and she…didn’t know how to feel.

He’d seemed buoyant when she found him that evening in the armoury, prattling on noisily about shapeshifters and magical creatures, and he’d practically pulled her out the room to show her some new book or other he’d found. She usually found his enthusiasm contagious, if a little exasperating, but even for him this was a little over the top. And then, when she left to get dinner, he asked her to bring wine and two goblets. As far as Scully knew, Mulder only drank at feasts – and even then, she’d never had to refill his goblet. When she asked, though, he just gave her an enigmatic smile and told her that he felt like celebrating.

Now, she was two and a half glasses deep, in the middle of a rather embarrassing tale involving a boy from her village, some pilfered ale, and a scandalised sheep. Things were getting rather fuzzy around the edges, and she was finding it difficult to remember why it had seemed so important to keep a safe distance between Mulder and herself when she’d sat down on the bed with him.

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” she laughed.

“I can’t believe you’ve never told me this before! Did you get the sheep back to Farmer Peters in the end?”

He was staring into her eyes, closer than she’d realised, and she blinked. What had he asked? Why was he looking at her like that?

“Top up, Scully?” he asked, smirking a little like he knew what she’d been thinking. Well, almost thinking. Thinking around, but never quite thinking. Thinking would be dangerous.

“I don’t know if that’s safe, Mulder.”

“Oh, come on, live a little. I’ll be a perfect gentleman, I promise,” he teased, though the wink he gave her seemed to contradict his words. Where was this going?

“You, a gentleman? I take it all back, I do believe in the shape-shifter. Where’s the real Mulder gone?” she giggled, “Should I be asking you something only we could know?”

Mulder hummed and she could feel the vibration in her spine. “Well, I know your nickname growing up was Ice Queen.” He reached out and ghosted his fingertips up and down her arm. “And I know you’re scared of spiders.”

But he didn’t tickle her this time. He just wrapped his fingers around her wrist, brushing his thumb over her jumping pulse point.

And then he was leaning in – surely he wasn’t going to? – but he was, he was, his eyes were drifting closed, and her heart was beating so, so fast – her lips were parting – and then, and then, and then –

The door crashed open.

Mulder.

Mulder, with his eyes crazed, darting between her and – she shoved the man away with a gasp. The man wearing Mulder’s face shrugged and with a grimace he morphed into Eddie.

There was an excruciatingly long silence.

Then, without a word, Mulder hauled Eddie out of the room, leaving Scully alone on his bed.

She couldn’t move – she felt…slimy. She’d just told a virtual stranger things she’d never told anyone. She’d let him ply her with wine, and she’d almost let him kiss her – and, worse, Mulder had seen it. Her face burned with shame. What must he be thinking? That she couldn’t tell him apart from an impostor – that she was some pathetic fool, just waiting around for him to kiss her – that she’d only ever been a glass of wine removed from his bed?

Her stomach turned, that glass of wine threatening its way back up her throat. Her skin felt itchy, dirty. All she wanted was to get back to her room, have a good cry, and bathe – but it would take more than her best soaps to wash the remnants of this evening away.

She got up, meaning to clear away the goblets if only for something to do, and it was only then that she saw Mulder standing in the doorway. His expression was unreadable – though Scully could barely meet his eye anyway.

“Are you okay, Scully? Did he – are you okay?” his voice wavered.

She tried to smile. “I’m fine, Mulder.”

For a moment, she thought he was going to press her – he opened his mouth as if to do it – but he didn’t.

Of course not. Mulder, the real Mulder, understood their boundaries. He knew not to push her when she didn’t want to talk, and she knew when to leave him be, and they both knew that there were things better left unsaid.

Only, sometimes she wished they didn’t.

She cried, and she bathed, and she went to bed, dreaming about the things left unsaid.

[crimxonwrites]

Billy’s girl | Eddie Munson x fem!reader | part 1 - ❝ Fuck that, fuck Billy.❞

A/N: Hi! This is literally my first fic ever so I am hoping it’s not too bad. !! English is not my first language!! feel free to point out any spelling/grammar mistakes. Thanks ♥ (Eddie is sooo goddamn hot) and yes, I am making this a series.

☇ summary: You are trying to get over your ex-boyfriend’s death by getting high out of your mind. Your plans fail as you realize that you don’t need drugs to forget Billy, you need someone to make you forget.

☇ warnings: drugs, sexual innuendos, mmm some sexual tension, some throuple confusion? TRAUMA, bad coping mechanisms, season 3 spoilers

☇ pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader (ft. clueless Robin and Steve.)

Part 2

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“Y/N? Earth to Y/N!” Robin’s raspy voice snaps you out of your trance. “What is going on with you?”

Everything.

“Nothing.” You answer quickly and start picking up the movies and placing them on the shelf in front of you.

Truth is, you are mourning. After everything that happened last summer… You were silently mourning. The events that took place at Starcourt have changed your life. Sure, the idea of another dimension and creatures existing intrigues you, but suddenly losing your almost-boyfriend, Billy, not so much.

You and Billy got close at the beginning of senior year. He’d drive you around the town, get drunk with you and listen to you speak about your passions, dreams and goals. You were in love with him. Not that you knew what love was, but Billy came close to it and besides… Billy was not perfect. Far from it, actually. He wanted all the benefits of dating you but without actually making it official. You two would go to parties together, sure, but he wouldn’t touch you in public. He would not hold your hand; he wouldn’t even wrap his arm around your shoulders. Nothing. And one day, in early summer, he stopped contacting you.

He started a new job as a lifeguard and stopped hanging out with you. The last conversation you two had was when you confronted him by the pool. You were so angry and so, so drunk. Your idea of “confronting Billy” was yelling mean things at him and throwing weak punches. Billy never showed any sign of emotion. He just stood there, watching you. With one last “I hate you”, you left and that was the last time you saw him.

And then Starcourt happened. And Billy died. And you got cold. Very cold.

“Do you know where I can get pot?” You ask Robin, who has been staring at you for the past minutes.

“Pot?” Robin raises her eyebrows. “Are we celebrating anything? Oh my god, did I forget your birthday?”

“Birthday party?” Steve’s voice is coming from behind the register.

With a big frown on your face, you turn to face Steve. “My birthday is in October.” You answer.

“What?” they both ask in unison.

It’s not their fault. You never told them your birthday, how could you? You befriended the two last summer and after the events that happened at the mall, you spent your birthday getting drunk, ugly crying and watching tv in your room.

“Yea…” you pause, watching their surprised faces. “Anyways, can you guys hook me up with someone?”

“There is this weirdo that is hanging around Henderson and Mike. Some D&D fella.” Steve speaks.

“Cool… I’ll drive.” You take Steve’s car keys and start walking towards the door.

“I still can’t believe you never told us your birthday.” Robin adds, following you into the car.

---

“Ah, Harrington, heard a lot about you.” The long-haired boy speaks as he sits down on the wooden bench.

The boy, who introduced himself as Eddie Munson, is wearing a “Hellfire Club” shirt and a denim jacket. He weirdly reminds you of Billy. Except, he is nothing like Billy. Billy wouldn’t smile that often and he would definitely not smile at you like that in public.

“Who are these two beautiful ladies?” Eddie asks and opens his metal tool box, revealing a bunch of green and purple buds.

“Robin and Y/N.” Steve answers.

“I’ll take this.” You pick up the small plastic bag and look up at Eddie. “How much?” you ask.

“Slow down, beautiful.” Eddie stops you and takes the bag out of your hands. “What are you guys? A three-way couple? A throuple?” he asks.

“What?” Steve scuffs.

“No.” Robin laughs nervously.

You roll your eyes and pick up another bag from his tool box. The buds are purple, this time.

“How much?” you ask again, making eye contact with Eddie.

Leaning on his elbows, Eddie’s smile fades as he comes closer and closer to your face. Taken aback by his sudden movement, you lean back. “Do you even know how to roll?” Eddie smiles again and returns to his original position.

You don’t know how to roll.

Why would you? You’ve only started smoking once Billy got in town and you befriended him. He would always roll the joints for you as you watched carefully. As a contribution, he would let you lick the thin paper before lighting it up.

Come to think of it, you have not smoked ever since Billy passed away.

“No.” Robin answers for you.

“Here’s the deal. I will give this…” he picks up the original bag of buds. “And that.” Eddie points towards the bag that you are holding. “For free. And I’ll roll the joints.”

“What’s the catch?” Steve asks. “Come on, you’re not gonna give them to us for free.”

“Ouch!” Eddie gets up suddenly, pretending he just got shot in the heart. “You’re hurting me, Harrington.” He walks over to your side of the table. “The catch is, I get to smoke with the throuple.” He laughs.

“I’m out.” Robin gets up, throwing her hands up in defeat.

“Robin…” You catch her by the wrist. “Stay, please?” you practically beg her. You really need a distraction right now, and you would rather do it with your best friend.

“Yes, Robin, stay.” Steve adds.

Robin sighs and sits back down on the bench.

“Perfect!” Eddie exclaims and sits down, opposite of you.

You hand him the bag of buds and watch him quietly as he starts grinding the weed. His technique is gentler than Billy’s. Eddie mixes the weed with tobacco and rolls it carefully, making direct eye contact with you as he licks the paper.

You wince, giving him a confused look. He smiles and starts working on the other joint. Is he flirting with you? Why is he flirting with you? Doesn’t he know? You’re Billy’s girl.

You were Billy’s girl.

No, you weren’t.

Billy is gone, Billy is dead.

After Billy, you didn’t really think about going out with other guys. You weren’t looking for other guys. Robin and Steve always wondered why you’d never give any guy a chance, but you couldn’t just tell them why. They both hated Billy with every bone in their body. Steve tried his luck with you, but you made it clear that you were not interested. Robin even asked you if you were into girls.

“Would you like to make the honors?” Eddie places a joint between his lips and hands you a lighter.

You light it up and he takes a small puff, handing you the joint. The familiar smell of weed reminds you of the late nights you spent with Billy, smoking in the back of his car.

Fuck that, fuck Billy.

The reason you wanted to get high is to escape him.

You take a puff, inhaling it quickly and holding it for a few seconds before exhaling. You hand the joint to Robin. She takes it and you give her a forced smile.

“Stuff’s good.” You speak, shifting you gaze towards Eddie, who is watching you closely.

“Shouldn’t we smoke in my car? You know… to max out the effect?” Steve speaks and lets out a little cough.

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Although the car only made you think of Billy at first, the effects of the pot finally started kicking in and you could literally feel your body melt into the car seat. Your vision is a bit clouded but you manage to get the small joint from Robin’s hands. You take another puff.

“It’s dead.” You speak, handing the remaining filter to Eddie, who is sitting in the passenger’s seat.

He pulls the other joint out of his pocket and lights it. “Come here.” He points at you and leans towards the backseat.

You feel like you are on autopilot, so you manage to lift up your body, moving closer to the long-haired boy. He takes a big puff and you can feel the cold rings against your skin as he cups your face. “Open.” Before you know it, your mouth opens and he gets closer, blowing the smoke into your mouth. His lips almost touching yours.

He takes his hands off your face and you immediately sink back in your seat, shakingly exhaling the smoke.

“Should… we give you guys some privacy?” Robin laughs, looking at you and Eddie.

Your brain just registered what happened. Does Eddie like you? Does he do this with every girl? He didn’t do it with Robin. You feel your cheeks heating up and quickly move your gaze to Robin, who is sitting besides you in the backseat. She has a lazy grin on her face.

“So, you are telling me you hang out with these beautiful ladies and you are not dating any of them?” Eddie laughs, looking at Steve.

“I like girls.” Robin speaks making both you and Steve look at her.

You didn’t know if it was the weed, but Robin has not been open with her sexuality with anyone but you and Steve. So, for her to just confess like that makes you worry.

“Yeah uh… I am not dating anyone at the moment.” Steve chuckles nervously before passing the joint to you.

“I’m…” you speak before taking a puff. “I’m Billy’s girl.”

Oh, shit.

Realization hits you after a few seconds. Shit, shit, shit. Speaking before thinking, nice job, Y/N. Both Steve and Robin are now staring at you.

“I mean, I was…” You cover your face with your hands. “I’m single now.”

“Billy? Billy Hargrove?” Steve speaks, raising his voice. “When? How?”

“Why?” Robin adds, freaking out.

“Isn’t the kid dead?” Eddie asks.

You hand the joint to Robin before opening the car door.

After what felt like minutes, you step out of the car, inhaling the fresh air. It’s dark now, and your mind is still fizzy. How are you going to explain to your best friends that you dated the man they hated? You start to feel your knees weaken as panic invades your entire body. It’s not a good time to open up to them. Not now.

You contemplate running away and never talking to them.

Chills run down your spine when you decide to open the car door and sit down.

“Y/N…” Steve speaks, softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He adds.

“I’ve never told you guys. I’m sorry.” You apologize.

“Should I give you guys some privacy?” Eddie speaks, emphasizing on the “I”.

“No, no, it’s fine.” You brush it off quickly before you take the joint from his hand. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You take a puff. “Should we listen to some music?”

As Steve turns on the radio, you can’t help but stare at Eddie’s side profile. You also can’t help but replay the previous moment in your head. The way his hands felt against your skin, the way your lips almost touched his, the way your body just obeyed him.

Maybe you don’t need drugs to distract you from Billy. You need someone to make you forget.

[fhrlclln]

star boy | eddie munson

SUMMARY -> you’ve been feeling burnt out lately but eddie has the solution to that. which he totally didn’t expect.

eddie munson x fem! reader

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GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> tiny mention of weed. smut train chugga chugga choo choo 🚂. also, both are inexperienced cuz no bitches (first time, p in v, protected sex, mutual masturbation) fluffy smut

WC -> 4,573

a/n : i saw a post talking about eddie & y/n both being inexperienced. so here ‘ya go, just wanted to play the idea hehe. also, i can’t accurately really write how “first times”work, cUZ IM A VIRG— yes. and i recommend listening to stargirl interlude while reading this cuz we sluts. anyways enjoy my filthy eddie fic. ^_^

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enjoy !!

the cafeteria was buzzing with multiple students flocking each and every table. chitchatting, a bit of yelling and constant whispers were populating the poor cafeteria, as always. it’s ear-deafening on most parts but it’s another normal day in hawkin high. you were seated in the middle of a vacant table, at least two students sitting at the end, minding their own business. finals were coming in, pep rally tomorrow and whole lotta shit to do once you graduate and start college soon. honestly, why weren’t you born a rock than deal with this? it was cringe thinking but in reality, you haven’t even felt yourself or even seen yourself taking up a career yet. maybe it was just the laziness but it was pretty understandable, having a life that doesn’t get harder each year that passes without the extra work to do it. of course you’d want that but it will always never happen, of course. no one would have a life without starting some goal that proceeds into your future and ultimately dictates it how you live it. it’s life, really, it’s sometimes just have some ups and upside downs. which is a sucker when you think of it.

“boo!” you yelped, feeling two large hands on your shoulder as the sudden scare almost flipped the coke out of your grip. you sighed, looking up, knowing who it is.

“the coke almost spilled on my fucking clothes, eddie.” you shove eddie’s chest back as he let out a chuckle along with jeff and gareth’s following in. you glared at them, feeling eddie behind you as you turned around to see him with a large grin plastered on his damn face. eddie fucking munson, two-timed held back senior and probably the most annoying person that ever annoyed in this whole year since you’ve met and had class with him. and fortunately is, your boyfriend. which was surprising since he’s the first ever hellfire member to actually get a girlfriend, (other than the three freshmen, who were still considered new which is why they are exempted, maybe.)

“i’m sorry, sweetheart.” he kissed your cheek, sitting down next to you, his supposed lunchbox slammed on the table. putting your coke down, you were silent as he shuffled next to you, his eyes digging holes on your face. observing, mostly.

“something bothering you?“ he asked, eyebrow raising. you looked at him then glancing away to see jeff and the others heading their way to grab lunch. you looked back at eddie, fingers fiddling with each other as you shrugged.

“i’m just tired.” you spilled it out, leaning your head on his shoulder. his hand caressed your back as you nuzzled your face onto his warm body heat. the smell of weed mixed with beer? and his cologne masking it, skunky and bit strong as you let out a relaxed sigh, nose scrunching still at the foul mixed scents.

“please don’t tell me you smoked again in the bathroom. i can smell you.” you pouted, pinching his stomach as he let out a yelp, ring cladded hand grabbing your wrist to stop your assault further.

“just one hit, helps calm the nerves.” he whispers against your ear. you could feel his cheeky smile as you shake your head in disbelief, eyes still closed relaxed as ever. “no even one noticed shit.”

“hm.” you let out a snort, not believing him, choosing to stay silent as the overwhelming feeling was ticking you again. it was killing your mood lately. it felt like you just wanted to sleep, do nothing, let all of your problems sizzle down and wake up, feeling normal as ever again. but it didn’t happen, not at least once.

“i’m not pretty convinced you’re just tired.” eddie pointed out, grabbing something from his lunchbox. he opened the zip-lock bag and shoved the mini-pretzels in his mouth as he nudged you with his shoulder to speak, making your head thump against him in an uncomfortable way. you winced, his shoulder blade hard against your cheek as you sat up and looked at him. “come on, spill it. tell me what’s been bugging you. i can’t be a good boyfriend if i don’t know what’s making you like this! acting like a total zombie chick.”

you smiled at him, heart fluttering at how genuine he looked. he had puppy eyes as he rested his cheek on the palm of his hand. staring at you as he still munched and munched. you didn’t know where to start, you were a tincy bit embarrassed knowing how everyone had been bummed out this final semester.

“i don’t know. exams were hard, tons of shit were due last week and i studied, a lot. which i don’t feel like i’ve done enough. i’m just—“ you sucked in a breath. “i feel fuzzy and i don’t know what to do.” you grabbed one of his pretzels and shoved it into your mouth, glancing at him seeing him have a very serious expression on. fingers on his chin, tapping slowly and thinking deeply as if he was your therapist.

“interesting.” he merely said, humming a tune as you rolled your eyes at his tactics.

“oh, now it’s interesting?” you squinted your eyes at him, pondering whether to be annoyed or amused or actually believe if he was helping rather than messing with you. you were about to stand up, trying to think that this conversation never happened. “fuck it, forget i said anything, ed—“

“i’m listening, hey! i am. which is why i’ve got this awesome idea.” eddie grabbed your wrist, pulling you down, making your ass thump on the uncomfortable cafeteria seat. “it’s going to be cool. i swear to you. on my own uncle.” he patted your thigh as you listened to him.

“i’m not smoking again if that’s your idea, eddie.” you added as his face fell a bit. remembering the time you tried to smoke a joint that he offered, well it wasn’t a great idea at all. the strong odor sticked onto your jacket when you got home. which caused a frenzy when one of your family members smelt it while it was in the dirty laundry. making you almost homeless.

“ah, shit. ok, that’s one out of the idea.” he scratched his head as his tone turned soft, knowing he was serious now. “but come home with me tonight. at my place. just the two of us and we’ll think of something from there. haven’t hanged out with you since last week.” he whispered, seeing as his cheeks turned slight red, he was shy. you blinked, unexpected how he asked you to just hang out with him in his trailer. just the two of us. innocence laced over your eyes as you looked at him again. it had been a long time since you spent time with him out of school. and you needed it before spring break starts.

“alright.” you agreed, cocking your head to the side seeing his grin become wider. “but my curfew’s at 11:00.” you reminded him as his face scrunched up in confusion, you shushed him before he could blurt any smartass comments further as you kissed his cheek, in quiet adoration for his sweet efforts.

•••

“home sweet home.” eddie groaned, stretching his arms with a pop as he opened the van’s door for you to hop out. your bag was slung over shoulder, your eyelids were heavy with sleep as the sun had already disappeared from the warm sky, grey clouds and soon arriving night stars were looming over hawkins now. you yawned, following eddie inside of his trailer. he had you first step as you immediately went to his room, briefly looking back at him seeing he was preoccupied getting something from the couch. seeing his bed, which was messy as always, you plopped down with a heavy sigh. bag on the ground as you snuggled yourself into his sheets, smelling the same scent he had on the whole day. weed and cologne. grabbing one of his worn-out pillows, you hugged it against your chest, your position on the side as you cuddled the pillow, the drowsiness now sinking in.

“no sleeping.” eddie’s amused voice rang through your ears as he slapped your ass, causing you to jolt from the sweet sleep you almost had. you grumbled, rubbing where he slapped it as you rolled over to your back seeing as he removed his signature leather jacket and denim vest. leaving him with his plain tee, which fitted him magnificently. hugging every curve he had that had something awaken inside you. he looks… heat course through your veins as you thought of something completely inappropriate.

“you sleepy, baby?” he asked you, in a low pitch, raspy yet you knew he was teasing you. his arms were crossed, like he was scolding but he still had that ass-affectionate smile. your knees were bended, thighs together as your eyes were locked on eddie’s arms, seeing how it flexed with one sway he would do, leaving you gawking. your heart started to flutter again, thinking this was just the sleepiness, you didn’t know why. you felt drowsy, too drowsy in fact. you have thought of eddie multiple times, thinking of him fucking you was number one obviously. it was hard, you two just surpassed the one month of dating yet here you are, so eager to let him do things you never did before. you were curious of course, heard lots of people talking about their first times, it was a minor thought for you not until eddie came into the picture. he had you locked in your mind with every image you could imagine with him, yet the two of you never even spoke about it. the sex. only a couple of jokes had ever transpired but it never happened. not once and you thought maybe both of you were just pussies for not bringing it up.

“i’m not.” you mumbled seeing as he had something hidden tucked under his arm. you glanced up to him seeing his excited face, knowing you had noticed it. “what’s that?” you asked, nudging your chin to the hidden item. he chuckled, taking it out as he tossed it to you. the item landed on your face as you quickly grab it, hovering it above your face seeing the signature hellfire’s logo. you sat up, smile forming, showing the item seeing it was a hellfire tote bag. large enough to fit any school item you could pack in.

“i don’t have the money for another t-shirt but the tote bag was free so i got it printed with our rad logo.” he sat next to you, observing your reaction. “i do also command you to use it tomorrow for hellfire night. it’d be cool, please, m’lady.” he begged, lying down on the bed with a pout.

you laughed. “i love it and i will. thank you, edds.” your voice turned soft with evident adoration in your tone. you put the tote bag down as you crawled to him, hovering above him, looking into his brown orbs as his hand brushed against your cheek.

“i got some movies with me or maybe we can lay here all day. whatever makes you feel better.” he suggested, you hummed, leaning into his touch. your heart pounded and your stomach flipped making you feel the evident warmth on your cheeks. he looked absolutely sublime right now, underneath you with a innocent expression on his face. him completely unaware what he had started that caused you to be so eager for something to happen. “you up for that?” he broke your hazy trance as you nodded.

“absolutely.” you whispered, a moment of silence passed between the two of you. each and other’s breaths the only thing making the silence grow louder. eddie’s mind suddenly clicked, he leaned up and captured your lips in a sweet familiar kiss, what he felt right to do in the moment. you let out a tiny gasp, eyes closing in habit as you reciprocated with a ounce of fervor hidden. his lips molded over yours, heat aflame that was sparking every course of your nerves. his soft lips were heaven amongst, you could not remember anyone kissing you like him. only him. you could almost laugh in denial knowing he had warned you before you and him actually started dating that he didn’t quite have enough experience how to really be with someone. let alone how to actually please someone. it goes the same with you evidently, you like him, in a unhealthy amount, too unhealthy for you to even care. he filled the gaps of your heart in his way that you had not realized you did the same for him.

you shifted above him as he sat up, lips still locked on yours. your thighs were now straddled above his lap, his hands on your hips and yours on his shoulder. making out with him was a pretty normal occurrence yet it was only that. your lips opened up slightly, his tongue invaded yours making you wriggle in excitement. in this moment, you felt it, some silent agreement between the both of you as you let out a small moan. your core felt damp, heat buzzing as you wanted to grind against him. your fingers tangled on his hair, tugging slightly as he suddenly broke the kiss with a pop. you felt it again, that hazy feeling, certainly it wasn’t because of your burn-out, his lips were red and plump. his cheeks were stained with red and his pupils were blown out as he squeezed your hips again, harsher this time making you sit firmly on his lap.

“sweetheart.” he crooned, leaning in again to place kisses on your neck. “my beautiful, beautiful sweetheart.” he mumbled against your skin, you bit your lip feeling him butterfly kisses whilst sucking and biting to tease you. your legs trembled at his tactics. no space was left between the two of you. you could feel everything, breasts pressed against the hard plain of his chest, the way his rings dug into your skin and his body heat warming you as ever. your was core seated directly over his bulge, the hard prick forming in his jeans making you wanna cry out in desperation.

“eddie.” you pleaded against his ear, breath fanning hot as he shuddered at your voice calling his name he so fantasied multiple times when he was jerking off. “eddie, please do something.” you begged, the shyness suddenly out of the picture. you wanted it. you wanted him. and he delivered.

“a-are you sure?” he asked shyly now and turned his face up to yours, nose brushing against each other seeing your drunken stupor expression. eyes so doe with lust that he couldn’t believe you were desperate for him to fuck you. he wanted you as well, the evidence in his jeans that was so uncomfortable with your clothed pussy pressed against it, feeling the slight beat. “right now? with me? r-really?” he gasped as you grind against him.

“yes. yes. yes. please. i want to. so badly, eddie.” you mumbled, sure as ever. he blinked, he knew you were inexperienced as him. both complete virgins. he only knew the basics of sex from class, magazines and pornos. yet he deemed himself as undesirable knowing half the school calls him a fucking freak. but you, you were so willing that it made his heart burst, confidence now on his boot. it was now up to the two of you to actually act and progress on this. he gulped, thinking of something as he guided your hips in a slow grind, the friction helping the two of you. he was shy now, afraid he might displease you in any way or hurt you. but from the looks of your face, you were already so hot in daze and it sent him into a wild hunger to please you further.

“so desperate.” he mumbled, kissing your jaw as he now harshly stopped your hips from grinding making you whine. the heat in his gaze set fireworks in your body as he spoke again, with command but with sweetness. “clothes off now, baby.”

in a matter of minutes, clothes were torn off and are on the floor, leaving the two of you bare in front of each other. you were on your knees, eyes greedy as you took a moment to admire him while he admired you, his eyes roaming every inch of your body. eyes now staring directly at your breasts. he leaned over and squeezed them with both hands. “hello ladies.” he whispered, making you hit his forehead with a sigh at his goofiness as he chuckled. he watch as your nipples hardened under his touch. you arched a bit, enjoying the feel of his calloused trembling fingers gently cupping them. he massaged them with love, but eventually he let them go. now roaming his eyes to the prize between your legs glistening before him. he bit his lip, as your eyes were staring directly at his boxers. you pouted at it, wanting him to take his underwear off like you. but you can see it perfectly, his prick outlining the fabric knowing he was huge. huge that made your mouth almost drool but you waited, liking the anticipation what comes next. eddie winked at you, arms open as he ushered you to sit between his legs, patting the space in front of him as he leaned against his headboard.

“come over here.” he grumbled. you complied, heat between your legs starting to annoy you as you turned your back on him and scoot backwards as your back rubbed against his chest. your ass pressed against his crotch as he let out a groan, his hands on your thighs as you spread them apart eagerly. he kissed your shoulder, hands roaming up to your belly. you leaned to the side, enjoying his touch so soft as if you were a fragile thing in his arms. your heart was beating against ribcage, throat dry of how this was going to happen now. finally. you moaned as his hands were cupping your breasts again, this time he took the time to study you. how you keened and wiggled in his arms as he gently massaged your breasts, his breathing seized as he let out a sharp intake of breath seeing how his fingers were making you into a bitch in heat. he loved it, love the way your boobs felt in his palms. a sudden boldness started inside you, he was too preoccupied lavishing kisses on your neck as you trailed your hand back to cup his cock in full impatience. wanting to let him feel the pleasure you were having, he froze for a bit, mind went ablaze as you palmed him. the sudden rush of blood stirred in his cock, you were blooming with lust feeling his hard prick jump in your touch making you smirk. eddie let out a groan, holy shit, your hand clearly so much better than his. he continued to massage your breast with one hand as the other slides itself down to your naked awaiting pussy.

you watched his hand hovering above your core, the lack of patience had your you trying to grind up making the man behind you let out a airy chuckle. your brows furrowed, a little annoyance plastered across your face as you turned your face to him to see his cocky smirk. “stop teasing.” you warned him but he just rest his hand on your thigh, squeezing it.

“i’m not teasing.” he bit the lobe of your ear, making you flinch. “you gotta show me first. show me how you rub your little clit, hm? show me how desperate you are.” you core squeezed at his voice. you slid your other hand down, not minding the extra work on your arms. your nose was brushing against his chin, you wanted to watch his reaction once you touch yourself for the first time in front of him. no more shying away, just him and you as what he said. his pupils were blown black, seeing as you adjusted yourself, knees bend and your fingers now strumming above your wet clit. he kissed your nose, eyes still locked below as you started to rub in slow circles, like you always do to build the pleasure up as his other hand was still fumbling your other breast. you whined, the back of your head planted firmly on his chest as you grind yourself up to the palm of your hand, the heat of his gaze making it more exciting than ever. eddie was in complete awe, your hand palming him stopped as you focused on yourself which he didn’t mind, it was all on you now.

“h-harder.” he whispered, pinching your nipple as you arched your back at it. you were so drowned in pleasure, rubbing your clit harder at his request, speeding up a little feeling how sticky you got now. juices leaking out all for him. eddie’s hand on your thigh moved back as he fumbled with his boxers, you bit your lip seeing as he was desperate to match you as well. freeing his cock out of his confines, he shuddered, the cold air hitting alongside the touch of your skin on his rock-hard prick. he grasped himself, pumping like he always did. eyes back to where you are pleasuring yourself. the two of you were silent, your pants and grunts circling his room. you rubbed yourself a little faster, your pussyhole feeling a bit neglected. you could practically feel him jerking off behind you, making you wanna come so fast but you can’t cum just yet. you wanted him inside of you. now.

“eddie.” you called out, head tilting up to meet his eyes.

“y-yeah?” he looked down, still pumping himself. “you want it, huh?” he asked, pecking your lips as you eagerly nodded. the whole scene transpired as you were now lying down, hips titled to the side, showing your pussy pouring it’s very juices, squeezed between your luscious thighs. eddie was towering above you, rolling the only condom he had from when the guidance counselor thought the two of you were hooking up in the bathroom that one day. which seemed like this red condom packet was omen for him and you. he suddenly smiled, lining himself up, checking if you were still okay with this. “you ready? just say the word and we’ll stop.” he assured.

your cheeks felt hot, liking his concerns. “i’m ready. i want you.” you confessed making him blush red. he leaned forward, catching your lips in a sweet kiss as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. one hand grasping your hips to keep you in place and the other keeping himself up, careful not to squish you.

“i want you too.” he mumbled against your lips making you smile as you felt him. he fitted perfectly, snug inside of your warm walls as he almost cummed at the sensation. jesus h. fucking christ. he could not believe it, how he felt so connected with you in this moment. a new exploration between the two of you started as he stilled himself, watching if you were okay for him to thrust in now. little to no pain was felt, you only felt full. full of him and the foreign sensation of his cock was new at first but one little movement made you wright in pleasure. clenching him, he gasped as he got the memo. your arms were encircled behind his neck, fingers gripping his hair as he thrusted himself now.

“feels good, edds.” you praised as he buried his face at the side of your cheek. groaning as he picked up a pace, still cautious as ever. you were clamping him, too hard in fact that he might burst before he could even make you come.

“sweetheart, i’m not gonna last long if you’re squeezing me so fucking tight. i-i wanna make you cum first. shit.” he moaned, making you let out a airy chuckle as you relaxed yourself. he sighed in relief, pumping himself now as you wriggled, euphoria bursting in every vein inside your body. you loved it, love the way his skin felt on yours, the brushing of the strands of his curly hair on your cheeks and the sound of skin slapping making it obscene as ever. you whined, his cock rubbing every gummy wall inside of you, hitting that spot that made your eyes turn white. you blabbered out his name as he whispered yours over and over again. both of you worshipping each other as his grip on your hips tightened, fist clenching beside your head as your hands tugged his hair. he felt so sure as he thrusted himself harder and faster knowing you would want it. you cried in bliss as he kept hitting that magic spot, the knob in your stomach tightening as you knew you were almost there.

“i’m s-so close, sweetheart. gods, are you cumming, hm? please c-cum, beautiful. pleaseee—“ he pleaded, lips brushing against your ear as you nodded. he let out a growl, pumping himself in and out, hips bruising and sweat beading as he thrusted himself again and again. the wet sounds of your pussy so good in his ears, how your hole fitted his cock perfectly as he felt yourself tighten around him again. he pounded, his hand on your hip now rubbing your clit until you were now practically shouting his name in his whole trailer. if the neighbors woke up, he didn’t care a fucking bit now seeing you struggle underneath him. with one last thrust of his cock, you burst into moans, grinding yourself up as the wonderful orgasm covered your whole entire body. your eyes were blurry as eddie followed you, bottoming himself as he came, hot spurts of his cum spilling inside of the condom. your name he was blabbering as his high practically leaked him of his every fluid he could muster. he slumped, the wonderful sensation of sweat and your skin on his. he kissed your neck, liking the way you were panting beneath him. he did it. he completely fucked the shit out of you. which was not was he was expecting this night. removing himself slowly, he laid beside you with a satisfied grin. you were still breathing hard, trying to comprehend how good you feel now.

“you still feeling burnt out?” eddie suddenly broke the silence, you grumbled as he chuckled, now scooting to his side as you laid your head on his chest. his arm encircling your sweaty shoulder as he caressed your skin. the sound of his heart beating made your eyelids droop with sleep, the stickiness between your legs a pleasant feeling for once.

“that was wonderful.” you breathed out, humming as eddie agreed with a silence hum. you looked up to him seeing his face full of glee making your heart clench in bliss. like he was waiting for you to say something else. you pushed yourself up, kissing him with passion, just a sweet slow kiss as you nuzzled yourself against his sweaty body. “thank you.” you mumbled against his lips, liking the way he felt giddy now, seeing a smirk on his face.

“anytime, my sweetheart.”



i just wanna see you shine ‘cause i know you are my stargirl <3

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Home Wanted 6K Rating G/T

Written for @ronordmann reverse prompt challenge stage four. Thank you Ro for inspiring me and love love love the cover art,

Milestone prompt and I chose married Buddie getting a pet. Thought it would be a silly fun fic when I started but it turned into something that touches a bit more on Buck’s issues about being Christopher’s dad, where he fits and how Eddie sees all that and finds a way to make it better. As always with me we end up with soft and fluffy family feels by the end.

“Christopher! Come on! Bucks waiting.”

Eddie turns to Buck who's not exactly ready himself, he’s trying to find the right jacket to go with his outfit from the extensive selection in front of him, so he’s talking to the back of his head,  “You’re sure you're ok to do this? I can take him later.” 

Buck finally decides on the right look and slips his chosen jacket on leaning forward as he does to kiss Eddie’s cheek,  “no babe it’s fine, I said I’d take him to get that new book today and it’s on the way so we can do both, save you a trip.” 

“Ok, and you know what you're getting?” Eddie trusts them, he does, but he feels, the need to check anyway, just in case. They do have a history of going off track while on errands.

Buck rolls his eyes affectionately and affects a long suffering tone, “Yes, I’ve been told exactly what we need by both you and Christopher.” Buck’s grin is directed over his shoulder so Eddie knows Chris must have finally turned up, apparently teenagers don’t hurry.

Buck reaches out and grabs Chris’ jacket and hands it over and Eddie takes in the sight of his husband and child. He loves them unconditionally, that goes without saying but he can’t shake the feeling there’s trouble brewing on this trip.

“Ok,well don’t get distracted” he warns, trying to keep the frown off his face. The comment is mostly directed at the older Buckley-Diaz but he includes Chris for good measure, he’s probably the one that’ll be distracting Buck after all.  “I know what you’re both like and… ” Eddie narrows his eyes, first looking at his son then over at Buck but it’s Buck he’s talking to when he says, “don’t let this one con you into getting anything we don’t need.”

“Dad!” Chris protests, the picture of innocence “I wouldn’t do that!” 

“Yeah Eds he wouldn’t do that” Buck winks at Chris and Eddie lifts his eyebrow and hums suspiciously at the pair of them.

Buck chuckles and steps forward and suddenly there a hand sneaking around his waist and he’s pulled in close for another kiss, this time soft and gentle on his lips, and that’s something that would distract him if it wasn’t for Chris’ presence and his suitably grossed out voice in the background. Eddie just knows his face matches his tone.

“Ew, please! Aren’t we meant to be going somewhere?”

Eddie smiles against Buck’s lips, he’ll remember this trick for when he wants to get Chris moving next time.

Buck lets him go and he takes a moment to look into the blue eyes he loves so much, he’s just so ridiculously in love with the man, you’d think a few years together would have reduced the effect of Buck’s face, eyes, smile, kiss but no, he’s still a lost cause, in fact some days he thinks he loves him more than ever. 

Under Eddie’s  gaze, Buck gets a look on his face, soft and warm and he tilts his head, reading his husband’s expression and thoughts perfectly, his eyes crinkle up as he smiles and then Eddie gets another soft little kiss on the tip of his nose and he swears he melts a little and has to fight the urge to sway closer, he’s only a few years off 40 for god's sake not a love sick teenager. 

Buck bites back his grin then mouths “love you too.” Then he turns and looks at Christopher who’s standing there impatiently. Eddie looks too and finds his son looking extremely unimpressed by the sappy behavior of his parents.

“Can we go now?” Christopher says in a delightful display of irony.

“Oh course” Buck replies straight faced, “so sorry to keep you waiting.”

Chris chooses not to reply but his eyebrow twitches in a way Eddie recognises from the mirror.

This time Buck’s wink is for Eddie “See you later sweetheart.”

A few hours later Chris has his book, and a second one and Buck has two new autobiograpies he didn’t know he wanted till he saw them on the shelf. They’ve reached the second stage of their mission; to find a suitable gift for Gabrielle’s rabbit because ‘something fun for Blackberry’ is apparently what Chris’ friend wants for her birthday present.

Entering the pet store that also acts as an animal rescue shelter Buck’s not entirely sure what kind of things you can buy a rabbit. He’s soon filling in this hole in his education as he browses the aisle of rabbit associated accessories he never knew existed when he realises Chris has wandered off. A moment of panic hits him then he spots his curly head over by a sign that says ‘Homes wanted’

He heads over.

“Hey buddy, don’t wander off on me, I was worried.”

Chris half turns “Sorry Buck but look.”

They look together through the glass window at where Chris is pointing. Chris tears his eyes away and looks up and Buck knows he’s in trouble. 

“She’s called Jupiter. Isn’t she cute.” It’s not a question. 

He can see the future flying at him fast, he tries to head it off.

“Sure, she’s she’s real cute Chris but…” 

Chris, a master at his craft interrupts quickly. “She needs a home Buck, it says so.” 

He looks to where Chris points, it’s a small sign next to the enclosure and it does indeed say Home Wanted in large capital letters.

“Chris” he tries to add a warning note to his voice, aiming for something both parental and stern, Eddie’s excellent at this voice, him not so much, his eyes stray back to Jupiter’s twitching nose and whiskers. She is cute. 

Christopher sensing weakness, keeps going.

“The sign says she got hurt, that’s why she has a limp.

Oh no, Buck thinks, she has a limp. He looks again, and yes the little creature does indeed have a slight limp when she moves.

A voice comes from beside him says.

“Dad said I could have a pet.”

He’s already shaking his head but Christopher strides forward with his arguments. 

“The sign says they’ve been here for months, homeless Buck, homeless! Nobody wants her. She's so small and cute. Why wouldn’t anyone want her?”

The last sentence sounds sad and confused. Chris looks at him expecting an answer and Buck wishes very much Eddie was here. He’s not sure he’s up to this double challenge of saying no to the obvious request coming his way or explaining why Jupiter is homeless. He tries anyway.

“Well not everyone can look after pets Chris, even if they want to try.”

“Is it because of her leg?” His eyes go wide “or did her leg get hurt because they didn’t look after her right?”

Chris looks back at Jupiter and reaches out to gently place his fingers against the glass, and as if she can tell she’s got an advocate there’s suddenly little paws and a nose pressed against the glass where Chris’ fingers rest. 

Buck looks at that and his heart sinks. He strongly suspects Jupiter knows what she’s doing. 

“Look! She likes us!” Christopher sounds delighted, he pauses thoughtfully.

“I’d be good at looking after her,” and after that leading statement Chris looks him dead in the eye and waits.

“Chris.” That really doesn’t sound like Eddie being firm, that sounded like a man falling at the first hurdle. 

“Dad said I could have a pet.” Christopher repeats his previous claim.

“I think your dad meant when he was with you.” 

“But you're with me Buck, isn’t that the same thing?” 

For a brief second Buck suspects Chris is playing him but the look on his face is open and genuine, he can tell Chris means that, he really does and Buck’s heart swells. He loves this boy so much, counts his blessings every day that Eddie and Christopher came into his life. That he gets to think of Christopher as his son and that Chris sees him as a parent. That he’s part of Eddie’s family.

And families do have pets. 

And Eddie did say he thought Chris was ready for a pet, he was there for the conversation.

Chris is still looking at him. Waiting, all big hopeful eyes. He feels a little helpless, but he can’t let himself get carried away. He had to be sensible.

Chris is right though, Eddie did say. They made a list and everything. Jupiter scratches at the glass. Shit. He can’t walk away and break two little hearts. 

He gets out his phone and calls his husband, prepared to plead Christopher and Jupiter’s case, maybe he can persuade him, maybe he won’t need persuading. 

He keeps looking at Jupiter as Eddie’s phone rings out.  She may not be quite what Eddie expected from their trip out today.

A second failed attempt to get hold of his husband means he’s on his own. 

Chris is waiting. Jupiter’s waiting. Shit shit shit. 

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