#eddie is a total sap

[nburkhardt]

Other parts: one, two, three, four, five

Steve

Eddie’s words of reassurance are the only thing keeping him from completely freaking out when the reminder of their party comes into view as he makes his way downstairs. As his feet hit the last step, his memory races to remind him of what happened.

That his friends were there, that they saw him break.

His breath hitches as he sees the door to the backyard, there’s a mess out there. As if they all got up in a hurry and he doesn’t quite understand why. They usually never clean up but they at least make an attempt to make it look like they do.

Peeking out the window, there’s not even a trash bag in view. Cans hastily throw on a table or chair, forgotten pizza boxes are scattered around the yard from birds grabbing hold of it and chairs pushed around with towels no where to be found.

It’s confusing, he doesn’t know where to start.

Before he can even really figure it out, the doorbell rings. Sighing, he moves away from that door and goes for the front instead. Hoping it’s not any of the kids, he takes a moment to school his face and attempt to look fine.

“Sunshine!”

The tension he built up nearly falls away at the sight of Eddie standing there with a smile and a basket in hand. He’s confused but he smiles back anyway, moving away to let the older boy in. Eddie doesn’t give him a chance to close the door, he kicks it shut and sets the basket down. “Hug?”

He nods but still tenses up only a second before completely melting into the hug. Eddie squeezes him close and doesn’t say a word when Steve hides his face in his neck.

It’s probably one of the best hugs he’s had in years.

“You feeling better, Sunshine?” Eddie asks and doesn’t bother letting him go, keeps his arms tight around him.

It helps being in the hug to admit out loud, “I’m okay, I think. Maybe overwhelmed? A little confused, what- um, happened after?”

Eddie doesn’t answer him immediately, squeezes him again before pulling away. He has to bite his tongue to stop the honest to god whine he can feel bubbling up. But he drops his own arms, letting Eddie go.

“You mean at the party?”

He nods, crossing his arms and looking down at the basket. “Noticed the mess in the backyard, they didn’t even bother cleaning up and now I have to cle-“

“I kicked them out” Eddie interrupts him and it makes his head snap up, meeting his eye and seeing annoyance there. “They were being mean to you, they didn’t deserve to be here. So, I told them to get out.” He shrugged, “you don’t have to clean up, I’ll do it. You, my Sunshine, will be getting ready.”

His head goes a little fuzzy at knowing that someone was sticking up for him. He nods and sees Eddie smile at him, then the words catch up to him. “Get ready?”

Eddie’s smile widens, lifts the basket up higher which doesn’t answer him but he looks at it. “We are going for a drive and I packed a picnic for us!”

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Eddie

With his plan written out, his motivation in the right places and the absolute need to provide for Steve, he woke up early to put together the best picnic ever.

“What’re you doing, boy?”

Nearly dropping the jar of peanut butter, he glared over his shoulder at Wayne, “packing a picnic”

He rolls his eyes as Wayne comes over, “Picnic, for who?”

It takes him a minute to word his response correctly. Not wanting to betray Steve’s trust but also not wanting to lie to Wayne. Maybe someday they’ll talk to him about it, when Steve is in the room and comfortable with sharing.

“For Steve and I, no it’s not a date.” As much as he’d love for it to be a date, this is not the time for Steve to think about dating.

Wayne nods with a soft, “if you’re sure, Ed. This Steve know that?”

Groaning he turns to look at him, “it’ll only be a date if he wants it to be, I’m his friend. I’m worried about him and think he deserves a picnic”

Wayne nods, leans against the counter and crosses his arms. “Ed, you’re a good person. Know that? I hope everything is good with your friend”

His cheeks start to burn at the pride he hears in Wayne’s voice, he hides it behind his hair and ducks his head. “Thanks Wayne”

The rest of the packing is done without interruption. It’s just a simple lunch, PB&J sandwiches, chips and fruits. He’ll pick up beers on the way over and maybe some desserts, it’s not much but he has a feeling Steve will love it.

He can instantly tell something is off with Steve once he’s at the house. Hugging Steve feels like home, feeling him just melt in his arms? The best feeling in the world. He’ll never get tired of this. Hopes for it to happen everyday, hopes for it forever.

Pulling away hurts but it’s necessary to get going, needing to get Steve out of this cold house. Admitting about kicking out their friends is easy, cleaning up the mess is even easier.

Once it’s all done and Steve is ready, they’re off.

They look like an odd pair and Eddie loves it. The contrast in their clothes is eye catching. Steve’s soft tones and Eddie’s harsher ones, it makes him smile.

Steve’s got on a yellow sweater, it’s new and a size bigger than the one he lost. He’s wearing light wash jeans with his normal Nike shoes. While Eddie on the other hand, he’s got on fishnet sleeves with an old Black Sabbath t-shirt he cropped a while back. He’s got his ripped black jeans and leather jacket on with a pair of doc martens.

Total opposites, but they work. Like a jigsaw puzzle, their edges match up and fit perfectly together.

“So, where are we going exactly?” Steve asks once they’re in the van and he’s in the passenger seat without one complaint about not driving.

Eddie can’t look at him but he smiles anyway, “Well, was thinking taking a nice drive out of town to find a park, just the two of us, that okay?”

If he doesn’t want to go out of town for this, Eddie will just find a quiet park their friends don’t go to. He won’t force Steve anywhere, even if he knows getting away from this town would be good for him. Steve doesn’t even realize how much of hold he has on Eddie, how much Eddie is willing to do to care for him.

“Yeah, yeah that’s okay.” Steve answers back then whispers, “Is, is this a date?”

Tensing up, he grips the wheel and slows to a stop before pulling off to the side. He’d like to actually face Steve while talking about this. “Sunshine, Steve, do you want it to be a date? I don’t want to force you into anything, okay?”

Steve’s eyes go wide at that and he reaches out to grab his hands, waits for the nod before gripping them and squeezing. His eyes drop to their hands, Steve shifts them to lace their fingers together.

“I’d really like it to be a date, Eddie.” His voice isn’t as nervous as before, more confident but not anywhere close as before, “Do you?”

Squeezing his hands, he brings them up to his face and waits until Steve’s looking at him before he presses a kiss to both of his hands. Steve’s cheeks turn pink, it makes him smile.

“Sunshine, I’d love for it to be a date. You have me already and I’d really like it if I had you too”

The smile he gets back lives up to his nickname, it’s blinding and beautiful. This beautiful boy doesn’t even know that he’ll do anything and everything for him. But for now, he’ll make this picnic date the best damn date ever.

Oh hey! I finally got more motivation for this and apparently the boys wanted this to turn into a date. Impatient boys, damn. We were getting there! Also sorry for the accidental undertone dom/sub? I didn’t mean for that, it just sorta happened. I even read back the other parts and uhhh it’s always been there and I didn’t even more for it to happen. Oops. Anyway now we got soft dom!eddie and sub!steve in this lol. oh!!! Shout out to @i-less-than-three-you for her being a soundboard for me, it really helped me out ❤️

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[munsonsmixtapes]

Truth or Drink

actor!Eddie x actress!reader

summary: you and Eddie play a game of truth or drink for an interview

cw: mention of alcohol

You and Eddie had been hesitant to do an interview as a couple but as soon as you were offered an opportunity to play truth or drink, you knew you had to take it. Answering questions with alcohol would have definitely made it easier. Especially because you were unsure of what was going to be asked.

You sat across from each other at a table on the set where the segment was filmed and you both got comfortable while everything was being set up. You and Eddie had watched a couple of episodes the night before so you knew exactly what to expect. All you had to do was answer the questions truthfully and if you couldn’t, you had to take a shot.

The camera was all set and there was a countdown before the camera started rolling. You and Eddie put on your smiles that you had perfected over the years and turned to face the camera to introduce yourselves. The guy behind it counted down from three then pointed, signaling that it was your time to shine.

“I’m Eddie Munson.”

“And I’m y/n l/n and this is truth or drink.”

The camera cut and they brought in the cards that held the questions. For once, you weren’t nervous. And that was usual for you because you always were when it came to interviews. Eddie looked at you and reached across the table for your hand and you gave it to him to which he gave it a squeeze.

Eddie wasn’t nervous in the slightest. In fact, he was excited. Doing an interview with his girl and getting free booze? It was a win-win in his mind. And he was interested to see what kind of questions were going to be asked. He was an open book. Nothing was off limits.

“Do you want to start or should I?” You asked as you looked down at the card in front of you.

“Ladies first,” he gave your hand another squeeze before letting it go.

“Okay,” you nodded then cleared your throat. “This one’s starting off strong. Out of all of your exes, who’s your favorite?”

“Easy,” he shrugged and you panicked. “None. You’re my favorite, babe.”

“I don’t think that counts,” you shook your head. “I think you’re gonna have to drink.” You looked at the crew behind the camera and they all nodded in agreement. “Drink up, Eds.”

Eddie downed the shot and felt it burn all the way down. He slammed down the glass then picked up his own cards, letting out a laugh at the question he had just read.

“Oh, this one is good,” he laughed. “Fuck, marry, kill my most popular characters: Cal Burns, Mason Brooks, and Theodore Lee.”

“God, that is a good one,” you nodded. “Fuck Cal, obviously.”

“That was quick,” Eddie scoffed, but he did want you to say Cal. He really liked playing that character and the depth that he had to him.

“I like cowboys, sue me.” He didn’t blame you at all. He totally saw the appeal.

“Marry Mason because he was in the movie where we fell in love.” That warmed Eddie’s heart and made him feel like he never had before.

“You’re such a sap,” he teased, but he loved that about you. It was one of his favorite qualities about you.

“And you love it,” you winked, making him go weak in the knees and he was so glad he was sitting.

“I do,” he nodded with a smile.

“And I guess kill Theo. He’s an ass.”

“True,” he shrugged.

“My turn again. Name someone who you didn’t like working with.” Oh, he couldn’t answer that. He was thinking of someone, but even he knew it wasn’t right to say.

“Got me again, angel.” Eddie downed yet another shot and nodded in approval at the question on his card. This one was so good and definitely going to make you drink.

“What’s so funny, Edward?”

“Name someone who has slid into your DMs.” You thought about it, but didn’t think it was a good idea to say. You didn’t think it was right to make something so personal public. So, with that, you downed the shot, making a face as it burned your throat.

The game went on and on until Eddie finished all of his shots and you only had two empty glasses. Even though it wasn’t a competition, Eddie had crowned you the winner. Normally, you were the one who was closed off, but this time, you were an open book and he admired that you had answered almost every single question. There was so much growth from you since you had gotten together and he couldn’t have been more proud of you.

[superblysubpar]

we'll call it love masterlist

summary: steve and you make up at a wedding | a smut blurb request here - thank you! | NSFW 18+

2k words

warnings: this is apart of my series WCIL universe and while it can be read on it's own and make sense, definitely more fun if you've read the series, and this would spoil some things. | SMUT (oral - reader receiving, PIV unprotected sex - public)

His forearms rest on the railing, white sleeves of his button down rolled to his elbows, his suit jacket and vest long gone. The veins in his hands flexed as the amber liquid in his glass swirled. The sun was just starting to set over the skyline - pinks and oranges, a touch of purple. 

It was perfect, and you weren’t watching it with him - or rather he wasn’t watching you watch it. Steve turned away from the sky you’d normally be enraptured by. Normally your hand would be in his, your head resting on his shoulder as you finally slowed down for a second and just were together.  

He looked past the tables, the couples and friends sharing drinks and cigarettes. Past the twinkling garden lights and through the floor to ceiling glass windows left open for the evening. 

His best friend in the middle of the dance floor in a white dress. It’s simple though, sleek, not an ounce of detail on it and hugs her curves, suiting her perfectly. He totally cried when she tried it on and he wouldn’t admit it to anyone. Her honey hair is pinned in curls reminiscent of old Hollywood that you helped with. Her bright blue polished fingers reached towards the pale pink ones outstretched to her, pulling the slender hand to lace with hers. She twirled the brunette adorned in traditional lace, whose head is thrown back in a laugh and accompanied by a smile he’s not quite sure he’s ever seen or heard from her before and it makes his eyes get a little misty. Eddie, by some feat, starts singing ‘You’re Still The One’ by Shania Twain and that’s what finally does get his lips to twitch into almost a smile. He’s certain Robin was not the only one who broke him and it probably took quite a bit of bribing from you. 

He’s not too emotional as they start their first dance, but it’s when he sees you, swaying and pulling out a lighter with Eddie’s girlfriend on the side of the dancefloor that his breath catches in his throat, his chest tightens. The two of you whistled at Eddie who rolls his eyes without missing a beat, before you’re both tilting your heads together and toasting your champagne. Steve watched as you watch their love, he watched you feel it overwhelm the room and his heart beats harder in his chest. 

The week of being maid of honor and best man for the couple had bent you both to your limit, and he just had to go and make it a fight. He had to push it, to turn it into a thing you yelled about until it became a thing you both were giving the silent treatment over. Now both too scared to say sorry first or talk about the big, giant, question he just sort of screamed at you and you left hanging there. 

Steve sips on his drink, taking in the way the shimmering green dress hugs your curves, the way it falls at your calves and slits up the front. He swallowed as you tugged absentmindedly on the little ‘S’ resting in the dip of your collarbones, sipping your champagne. He can see the way your eyes shimmer watching the two girls dance, the way your shoulders fell in a deep sigh. He knows you’re just as much of a sap as he is, you just don’t want to admit it. 

He knows it even more when the guitar drifts off and the next song starts and Eddie looked straight at him as he called, “Robin and Nancy would like anyone who’s in love to please come join them on the dance floor.”

The opening notes of ‘It Had To Be You’ by Frank Sinatra began and Steve watched your head turn, eyes roaming over the room until they met his. You smiled, shrugging your shoulders and he made his way to you. 

He sets his glass down, grabbing the hand you offered and you both step onto the dancefloor, smiling at Robin over Nancy’s shoulder. 

Steve’s hands found your waist easily, like they’re his favorite place to rest, home. Yours over his shoulders, fiddling with the collar and then the ends of his hair as you started to sway. Your head tilted up at him with a purse of your lips and playfully narrowed eyes.  

“Are you all done being mister brooding, sexy, grumpy-”

“Sexy, huh?”

Your eyes rolled as his hands roamed to your back, pulling you in tighter to his chest, fingers warm on your exposed back and toying with the straps criss-crossing over it. He kissed at your temple and hummed, “Not sure I’ll ever be done being that. It’s tough to say about the brooding. Definitely not grumpy anymore though.”

Your cheek pressed to his shoulder, palm dragging down to rest on his chest, fingers rubbing small circles over a button. Your voice was quiet, unsure, shaking with something that sounded like genuine fear.  “Are we okay?”

He stopped dancing then, eyes bouncing between yours as he sighed at the worry evident there. He grabbed both of your hands, kissing your knuckles before he dropped them to cup your cheeks. 

“I’m an idiot, I never should have-”

“No, I’m an idiot, I should have-”

He interrupts your interruption with a kiss, your hands pressed to his chest from the passion behind it. Warm breath against your cheek from his nose as his hand slid up your jaw, thumb at your ear as he cradled your neck to bend back for him, palm of his other hand catching your lower back as you arched. 

He parted from you with a gasp, both of you breathing heavily as he kissed you again, much softer before he suggested, “How about, we’re both idiots and we go make up real quick?”

That’s how he got you in one of the bathrooms. Fighting long forgotten, if it could even really be called that. Sorry’s mumbled into lips in between I love you’s. He had his hands on your waist, pushing you hard against the bathroom door so you were gasping. Steve lifted your dress, gaze on where your bodies met, pushing at the hem frantic, needy, until you were completely exposed and he was gulping. 

“You’re not - you haven’t been wearing underwear this entire day?”

Your head smacked against the door with a low laugh, shaking it no. Steve practically growled, his hands moving over your body, worshiping your curves, down your thighs and back up. He pushed his palms flat against the door on either side of your waist, dropping to his knees, staring up at you like you put the sunset in the sky. His lips skimmed over your skin, starting at your knee and moving higher so he was at your center. Kisses and nips over your thighs until he was cursing at the sight in front of him. 

Lips glistening for him already, it was easy for his nose to slide between them, his mouth close behind. His tongue traced their curves, teasing at your entrance so you jolted against him, hands finding his hair and tugging the way he liked. Steve let a hand fall to your hip, traveling lower to cup your ass and squeeze to hear your giggle, then down your thigh until he was hitching it over his shoulder. 

“St-Steve.” Your body shivered around him, clenching around nothing yet. 

He mouthed at your clit, tongue flicking it and pulling away to watch your hips try to chase him. He couldn’t last, not with the way your hands carded through his hair, the way you looked down at him like he was everything. 

Your leg dropped roughly, so he could stand, both of your hands meeting his at the button and zipper. Fumbling and bumping, your head ducked to catch his lips, wet and sloppy, desperate in their kiss. Your mouths moved over each other’s fast, greedy, devouring one another between heavy breaths. 

Steve teased his tip at your entrance, dragging it through your slick and tapping on your clit until you were biting on his lower lip, gasping out a please. 

He thrust in fast, not letting you prepare or recover as he slid out of you slowly only to do it again. Your mouth parted against his, not quite kissing anymore, just breathing in and out with each other, lips and noses touching and bumping. Steve hitched your leg higher on his hip, hands roaming beneath each thigh and lifting so you were wrapped around him. He thrust into you in deep strokes, never letting his gaze fall from yours, hazel eyes consuming you. 

Your head bumped the door, his hips slamming into yours as his fingers gripped at your ass. His lips took your bottom one between his, sucking dirty and pulling a little meanly until he released it, breathing heavily. Your orgasm built quickly, entire body vibrating around him, ready for him to take you away, off the planet and into the stars. 

“You’re mine,” he thrust deeper, pausing and kissing over your jaw, down your neck, voice softening, “My fucking girl.”

He rolled his hips and you moaned at his possessiveness, at the weight of the gold necklace around your neck. Your spine prickled with lust, excitement, adrenaline, as your head fell forward so your foreheads touched. You panted against his lips, nodding. 

“I’m yours. All yours. Forever. Whatever you want.”

Steve lips found yours again, his hand on your jaw pulled you open more so his tongue could roll over yours, so it could trace your top lip. The kind of kiss that made your stomach flutter, made goosebumps erupt over your skin, made your cheeks flush, your toes curl and your fingers push deeper into his hair, needing him closer. He parted from you, grabbed your hand and laced it with his, pushing it up against the door and your other clung to the back of his head as his hips picked up their pace. 

“Oh! Fuck, right - S-Steve!” Your head hit the door again, fingers tensing and flexing between his, legs shaking from the orgasm about to rip through you. 

“Louder, honey. They all need to hear who can get you like this.”

You clenched around him at his words, a little turned on by people knowing just like he was. His fingers dropped yours, quick to find your clit and press figure eights to the swollen nerves. Your feet locked behind him as you clenched around his dick, gushing over him as stars exploded behind your eyes and you yelled out even louder, unsure if you were even saying words. 

Your body on fire, heat from head to toe as your eyes rolled back, band inside of you snapping as his release filled you up. Steve’s head fell into the crook of your neck with his own cry, hips stuttering until you were both still. The only sounds the low thudding of music from outside and both of your sharp inhales and louder exhales.  

“Did you mean it?” His voice was raspy, nose nudging up your neck as he cupped your ass, holding you against him. 

“Wh-what?” You couldn’t quite catch your breath, eyes heavy and blinking, exhausted from the orgasm he just gave you. . 

Steve kissed your jaw, swallowing. “Forever? Was that an answer to my question?”

“I-”

Pounding on the other side of the wood rattled the door against your back and Steve pushed his weight against it, yelling, “Occupi-”

“You’re both animals! It’s my fucking wedding shitbirds! Clean yourselves up and you better get your asses out here before Wilson Phillips or I will kill you both!”

Robin’s voice echoed through the door and both of you sputtered out laughs, covering each other’s mouths. Eyes growing fonder, sparkling with mischief, you both let your hands drop and he was kissing you. Legs dropping to the ground gently, his fingers cupped your jaw, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. 

He let you go and smiled as your eyes blinked rapidly, eyelashes fluttering as you cleared your throat, dazed look behind your eyes and cheeks warm under his palms as he asked, “We’ll finish this later?” 

[stevethehairington]

deathaversary? hm, idk her 🤷‍♀️

right now eddie's at the grocery store with steve, trying to sneak a box (or two) of cocoa puffs into the cart when steve's not looking. (except steve totally sees it — he just doesn't say anything and lets eddie think he got away with it because he's waaay too cute when he gets smug about successfully pulling the wool over steve's eyes like that.)

later tonight, they'll squish together onto their little sofa (the one that's seen far too much and is on it's last legs, but that they refuse to get rid of until those last legs are literally not standing anymore.) in their coziest pajamas, and they'll pull a shared blanket over their legs while some game show plays in the background (because they're old now, as max loves to remind them).

they'll have matching bowls of cocoa puffs as a midnight snack (because they're not so old that they can't still make it to midnight, on the rare night) that they try to balance in their laps while they hold the spoon in one hand and each other's in the other. it's not practical at all, and it is most certainly going to lead to a major spill, but they're the kinds of saps that always hold hands.

they have been since the day eddie reached out for steve's hand, where it rested beside his own on the stark white of the hospital sheets — his first move after regaining consciousness after everything.

they've held on since that day, and they'll keep holding on, every single day, until the very end.

[sunflower-eddiediaz]

This episode is really feeding the Friends to Fiances lover in me.

If Buck and Eddie were to get together before they're ready, I can totally see them do that. But instead of it being a fluffy, self-indulgent story, it would be so messy, in a funny way, but still messy.

If they get together because of outside forces, instead of naturally coming home to each other at the end of their own personal journeys about relationships. If they were put in a situation that forced them to confront how deep they love each other and what kind of love they have for each other... I can see it.

I can see Buck saying I love you, right away. Maybe he's coming off of a relationship where he didn't make it to saying I love you, because he learned from saying it too early, when he wasn't even sure of his feeling, so this time he told himself he was going to wait, going to be honest with himself. But, here, it's Eddie in front of him. He already loves Eddie. He knows how much he loves Eddie. And of course he loves Eddie like that, too. The love isn't new, the knowledge is. So, he doesn't wait.

I can see Eddie saying Marry me, right away. Maybe he's coming off of a relationship where he learned to slow down; to not go from 0 to 100 just because she ticks all the boxes; to not overcommit when that's not what he really what; to actually think about what he really want for himself, who he wants to build a life with and not just shoehorn into the one he already has. But, here, it's Buck in front of him. Buck is already a part of his life, he's already committed to Buck, he doesn't have to perform with Buck; and of course he loves him, too. So, he doesn't wait.

Buck feels chosen by Eddie, Eddie chose Buck for himself. They're giddy, they're in love, they're engaged! They're the happiest they've ever been... until the next morning. Maybe one of them tries to be cute, says "Hello, fiance," but the whole interaction is awkward. The night before they had to stop themself at just making out, but now even a small peck feels... weird.

Eddie going to Bobby's and Buck to Maddie's. I can see the parallel scene, just like when Madney came back and Maddie went to Buck and Chim with Hen. Buck and Eddie freaking out and thinking they ruined everything for different reasons. The back and forth between the two conversations, making it seem like they're responding to each other, negating each others fears and insecurities. Both of them misinterpreting the awkwardness, thinking them getting together was the mistake and not how they got together.

Buck and Eddie having an open and honest conversation. Yes, tomorrow isn't promised, but they're going to spend the rest of their life together, no need to force anything. They don't "break" their engagement though, because the idea of taking it back feels outrageous. They learn to know each other as romantic partner. They learn to live together. They just keep making it. They have just got engaged sex, after their initial talk.

Eventually, when they're ready, (and because I'm a sap,) they both separately buy engagement rings for the other, to properly propose, and make it official. Chris has talk them out of eloping, when they ask him to come with them.

[sam-loves-seb]

summer of '95 [27/x] - eddie is a total sap when it comes to his boyfriend, and if corroded coffin's next album has a love song or two on it--well, gareth will just have to deal

[cranberrymoons]

OMGGGG YOUR BUDDIE AU CAREERS!!!!! 😭😭🙏🙏 And of course yes to Buck, Mr "I love kids!!" being a teacher (and not just because I'm a sap and the potential for a buddie meet-cute sky rockets in that au) but because I know he'd be the most attentive, totally invested educator on the planet. He'd be that teacher who kids send him emails to thanking him for what he did for them when they're in college, ya know? And I think he'd also be fiercely protective of kids, like he would have a radar for any mistreatment.

But also NICHE BUG RELATED CAREER BUCK AHHHHH!!!! He'd be that dude you'd see on the street and you'd be like "wait,,, aren't you that guy from the bug commercial???" Because come onnn a face like that was MADE to push product, people!! And OMG WAIT HE COULD BE KNOWN AS BUG BUCKLEY!!!!! THIS IS TOO CUTE!!!!! 😭💕💖✨ Now my mind is racing trying to picture how a buddie meet cute would happen between their au selves,,, fire rescue?? Bucks in near tears over the prospect of losing his little bug buddies so Eddie ends up saving them. Buck is profusely grateful and Eddie is utterly charmed by this handsome, eccentric guy. Awwww my spirits have been lifted

ah yay, I'm glad I helped to lift your spirits 🥰 and YEAH there's a fire at his farm and Eddie is part of the unit that responds and buck is like okay it's not just that I have a huge order coming in, or that these bugs are literally necessary for the national lettuce crop, but more importantly they are my FRIENDS. please save them 🥺 and Eddie just says wow this guy is a weirdo but I think I'm into it

[warpedpuppeteer]

Buck is such a romantic when he's dating omg. Getting flowers and booking a hot air balloon date with champagne and truffles. Buddie writers need to take advantage of this and get Eddie wined and dined and Buck being a total romantic sap.

[biggestsimponhere]

FANFIC WRITERS APPRECIATION POST 😗🫶🏻

Hello it is me back to make another appreciation post for our writers on this app because they don’t get enough love. I HAVE DECIDED IM DOING THIS EVERY MONTH BECAUSE OUR WRITERS ARENT RECOGNIZED ENOUGH. (Hopefully this will spark some of you to make a post like this too). Same as before this will have what i read from them but many of them do make other amazingly good content so be sure to check that out. Also some writers may also be on the other posts (Theres two of them) (probably everyone from that post will be here again)

Hi guys it’s me again to come on here and be a huge sap about how much i love you all and how much you do for me and other people. It’s amazing that you all write so beautifully and amazingly honestly i’ve stayed up for hours before just reading all of your work. It’s amazing to see people who view characters the same way you do and to be able to bring them to life through their work. I love it when you all include your little head-cannons in your work because then i come out of the fanfic being like “yes i see that too” , “omg they would totally do that” It honestly amazes me the way you all write it makes me so fucking happy. My life hasn’t always been good but when it isn’t i know i can turn to your work to make me feel better. Most of us write for fun because it’s honestly amazing to put out fanfics for us and you all and it means so much when you show your support by commenting or re-blogging or doing both just so we all know you like our work!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCH KEEP DOING YOU!!! THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US OUR FANFICS!!! (Did i sneak myself in this post… yes, yes i did because i write for almost all of these characters if not all of them soon)

PSA - If you would like me not to include you in these anymore please let me know cause i would understand if you don’t like being tagged in a post every month

Steve harrington- @luveline @justmeinadaze @forever-rogue @upsidedownwithsteve @erin-bo-berin

Steddie x reader - @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint @justmeinadaze

Robin Buckley x reader - @biggestsimponhere @ashwhowrites @robinsno1lesbian

Nancy wheeler x reader - @biggestsimponhere @robinsno1lesbian @ronancelver

Jonathan byers x reader - @biggestsimponhere

Eddie munson x reader - @collectivecloseness

Steve murphy- @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook @wardenparker @holbrook-boyd

Javier peña - @ithebookhoarder @wardenparker @lokischocolatefountain

Joel miller - @bubbles-for-all-of-us @avenging-fandoms @finnsbubblegum @knivesareout @thyme-in-a-bubble @soulofapatrick

Tommy miller x reader - @soulofapatrick

Din djarin x reader - @beskarandblasters @jb2856 @sunflowersteves @pagesfromthevoid @saradika

Poe Dameron x reader - @dailyreverie @eyelessfaces @chloe-skywalker

[aidaronan]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @wynnyfryd and @stevethehairington. Thank!!! 1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 131 (Jesus Christ)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,069,649

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I write primarily Stranger Things with the occasion OFMD but I have written for Marvel (Stucky, Sambucky, Danbeau, gen), The Old Guard, and The Walking Dead. I tend to hyperfixate on a ship/fandom for a few years and then mostly move on when for whatever reason I no longer have interest.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Steddie completely overtook all my top fics, which is pretty wild. The top five are: The Prettiest Boy in Hawkins, Indiana Anywhere, Anytime Critical Hit It's Not a Big Deal I'd Burn the Castle for You

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes. I very much like to interact with fandom and fandom people. That's kind of the whole point. But I'm ultimately a person with a lot going on and treating comments like they're transactional (aka always owed a response) makes responding to comments feel like a job which is exhausting for me personally.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I mean, as much as I generally like a hopeful ending, there's a fair few. I mean, I was in The Walking Dead fandom where anyone can die so... lol But a recentish one I can remember is one I don't talk about much or promote really bc I don't like to think about it all that often. It's just Steve sneaking back into the Upside Down to bury Eddie. Nothing else, just closure. I wrote it when I was processing some feelings about losing my grandma's cat in a pretty traumatic way. I bottle fed him as a baby and always considered him kind of my cat too. Because of how and when it all happened, I had to take charge and bury him all alone, so I sort of used Steve to get some of it out.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Lol I tend to do Happy Endings so... God, hard to pick. I like the way I'd Burn the Castle for You ends because it's happy but it feels really grounded at the same time which I think makes it happier because it feels like they could actually have it. But when I think of the happiest, I might have to go back to Stucky and We didn't need this to love each other, but I'm glad we get to do it anyway which is a fic where Steve and Bucky never went to war, find a way to live a whole life together despite how hard it was to do so, and then get married when it's finally legal in NY. (Yes, I will keep using the characters getting married when it's finally legal trope because 1. I'm actually a sap, and 2. It's a good reminder that it's recent and hard-won.)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes, not in a while

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Well. Hahahhahaha It can be anything from tender lovemaking to hardcore to hardcore with monsters and any mix or combo of those.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Crossovers in the sense of characters from different fandoms interacting? Not in a very long time, I don't think?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Stolen where they attempt to pass it off as theirs, I don't think so. I have, however, had quite a few rude little fuckers repost it on Wattpad lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A few of my Stucky fics were translated into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No because I'm terrible at asking for people to work on stuff with me lol I am trying to get better at not thinking I'm annoying everyone all the time and actually talk about collabs and things. @sparklyslug and I are maybe going to do something if we can stop signing up for bangs lmao

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I can't answer this because the answer is always going to change based on whatever I'm into at the time lol

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I can't point to any specific one because I genuinely don't know which ones I will and won't finish. BUT I do know there's never any conceivable way I'll finish all of my WIPs because just for Stranger Things, I have like 59. Maybe I'll say the Paramedic fic because I sort of lost the will to work on it after I took it down. It didn't really feel like there was any interest.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. And fucknasty porn if we're being honest.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I sometimes feel like I really struggle writing any interpersonal relationships because I'm pretty bad at them irl. I know ADHD bleeds into my work and in every single character I write even if they don't intentionally have ADHD traits because I'll never ever actually understand the world from any other perspective. I also have to resist overexplaining shit even in my writing. I'm also bad at actually, you know, starting the task of writing sometimes lmaooo Plus just, like, me and my insecurities. Which is more of a personal weakness but it def affects how I interact with some of my own work/responses to it sometimes. Also see above and hate asking for "help" and being a "bother" and the fact that only like a few of my stories are beta'd lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't do it very often, esp in Steddie. But I've done it in the past (I mean, Bucky Barnes, so...) It's like anything else in writing. You do it when you have a reason to do it and you consider the why of it and how different readers might interact with it and how you WANT them to interact with it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

MCR and The Used bandfic back on motherfucking Quizilla

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Not to flex with the fact that I have 131 works on ao3 and that I've been writing on there for over 10 years, but there are so many things I love and love still--or even things I don't love still and would do a completely different way but love the memory of, or even just the accomplishment represented by that thing--that it'd be impossible to pick just one. But I'll talk about a few that come to mind - Fave Steddie is still Cut and Changed and Rearranged and my baby bisexual Steve learning he is loved

I love the work and historical research I put into The Second Labor, my alt version of the first Captain America movie where Steve joins the war effort in a different way.

And I also love my Cyberpunk Stucky, Empires Fall, but Not Us and think of it fondly.

Anyway thanks again for the tags Wynn and Mack 🥰! This was a nice little reflection moment lol Tagging @sparklyslug @greatunironic @banannabethchase @vecnuthy @starryeyedjanai

[pinkrelish]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Game | thank you for the tag @jo-harrington!

1) How many works do you have on A03? - 11

2) What's your total AO3 word count? - 521k+

3) What fandoms do you write for? - currently stranger things, but i used to write for naruto too.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos? - the "yes" policy, i tripped and fell in love with you, one of us has got to change, temptations too sweet to resist, once upon a coronation.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? - yes! all of them: ao3, tumblr, wattpad, ffnet. the only exception is if someone comments *way* long after the chapter is out and i see the notification while in bed but by the time i've done my morning routine, i've forgotten to reply. 💀

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? - wish you were here in it's unfinished state, probably. for finished fics, there's a blurb for obito where he catches feelings and it ends messily.

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? - i'm a sap, so all my endings are cheesy lovefests tbh.

8) Do you get hate on fics? - nope!

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? - yes. slowly. it's my least fav to write, but also most important to me as a romance writer to include and have it be meaningful. it's usually soft, with lots of feelings. and way too much description.

10) Do you write crossovers? -nah.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? - lol yeah.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? - not that i know of!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? - nope. not my thing. i don't get along well with others.

14) What's your all time favorite ship? - me and the fictional boy i have a crush on.

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? - the vampire!eddie / bed and breakfast / beauty and the beast / romcom + enemies to lovers wip. i add details here and there, but who knows if i'll actually write it all out like it is in my head.

16) What are your writing strengths? - no idea, really.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? - perfectionism paralysis. it leads to beautiful paragraphs, but a single paragraph will take me upwards of ten hours to get juust right, and then i wake up the next day and think of a different punctuation structure that works better, and then after publishing i realize it would've made more sense if i remembered other vocabulary word and used it in a sentence instead, and now all my big brain writer friends who write immaculate 5k+ chapters in a single day are cringing at my word choice and judging me.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? - translations at the end of the chapter are nice, but hopefully it should have enough context around it that i can guess/assume what it means. that is to say, i don't have strong feelings one way or the other if it's included or not!

19) First fandom you wrote for? - yu-gi-oh or naruto.

20) Favorite fic you've written? - the "yes" policy.

[wynnyfryd]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @thefreakandthehair @stevethehairington @wormdebut @just-my-latest-hyperfixation and @morningberriesao3 thank you loveliess

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27 dresses starring katherine heigl and james marsden

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

138,103

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things <3 My fics are all pretty exclusively Steddie or platonic Sstobin as the main focus, but I like to play around with the background ships - the best part of being super into a show with 14000 characters is you have so many opportunities for weird pair-ups

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

No Son of Mine

relax (lay it back)

TITS! magazine

Monsoon Season

relax (that's that)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I try to answer every comment I get because like, thank you for taking the time to let me know you read and liked my story you didn't have to do that and I love that you did

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

mmmm. I don't- HAHAHAHA okay wait, I was about to say "I don't really do unhappy endings" because I don't, but I did do a single angsty ending microfic as a personal challenge back in July

at the bottom you'll find all our friends

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

weirdly enough I think it was the sex tape fic I wrote for @inklessletter lmao that fic turned out so much more 'aggressively married' vibes than I originally planned. Just absolute sap city

Satanic Ritual: DO NOT WATCH!!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Hope not lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

ADHD crack smut with a heart of fluffy gold

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have written exactly one chapter of one crossover, which is a modern Stardust AU where Eddie is Tristan, Steve is the star, and 1980s Indiana is on the non-magical side of the wall. Also Eddie was trying to find the star so he could grab a chunk of it and barter it for a new electric guitar lmao. I really loved the premise I came up with and thought the first chapter was great; unfortunately the fic is fuckin cursed and will never be finished (by me. if anyone wants to take a swing at the story where I left it off feel free!)

stupid fucking star stuff

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

See #8

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes! @gorgeousgreymatter-x and I co-wrote the first installment of the yogi steve vs adhd eddie series as a birthday gift to @flintandfuss <3 we broke each other's brains with our linear vs non-linear writing styles lmao but it was a really fun project

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Steddieeeeeeee

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I started working on this goofy little crack fic forever ago where Steve was a member of the snooty grandmas-only Loch Nora Gardening Club, and he was all stressed out because the ladies had beef with the neighboring town's club and had somehow put Steve in charge of operation "publicly humiliate them by throwing a better annual fundraising party"

and then Eddie, being the impulsive horny dumbass that he is, was jokingly like "hey, you could come to my garden party some time" and Steve's like "you're in a gardening club?" "yeah, technically! sure!"

then Eddie drives him to Indy and pulls them up to this shady little sex club called The Pleasure Garden and Steve gets gently bullied by a drag queen lmaooo

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue dialogue dialogue. Also I think in weird synesthesia (some words taste bad, some memories smell like cinnamon, ya know what I mean) so I feel like my imagery toward the fun and funky side

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

All the silly important shit that goes around the dialogue. And writing a seamless big group scene - more than four people in a conversation and the pacing gets so ssx tricky

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Mmmm. I mean, I tend to avoid it unless the fic/character actually requires it. Like I did a Robin POV fic where Robin would think certain curse words in different languages because it seemed fitting for the girl who's fluent in four languages, ya know? Ooh, I do also love a good "character royally botches what they're trying to say" moment so foreign language phrases are fun for that

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Twilight

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I'm really just unreasonably proud of myself for writing almost 30,000 words of continuous story in 30 days. I've been trying to do that for years and never even come close

okay sick thanks for letting me ramble incessantly about myself this was fun!

as usual I'm late to the tag party but tagging a couple people anyway <3 @steddieas-shegoes @thisapplepielife @wormdebut @aidaronan @gorgeousgreymatter-x

[nburkhardt]

It won’t leave my head even after sending some thoughts to @i-less-than-three-you so here’s my take on Steddie shovel talks. It’s not quite a fic, more just me rambling. It’s angsty with a dash of overprotective Eddie at the end ✨

Steve and Eddie start dating right? They wait at least a month before telling anyone, once they do Steve’s not necessarily cornered by Eddie’s Uncle Wayne but he has words. The whole ‘don’t hurt him’ easy shovel talk, right? Then Eddie’s friends one night after Hellfire, they also give the shovel talk to Steve. They’re more creative with words, and leave satisfied with how panicked Steve looked.

The thing though? Steve was already afraid of messing up his relationship. Still too insecure over what happened during his relationship with Nancy. And he really, really, really likes Eddie. He doesn’t want this relationship to end and he doesn’t want to be the reason either.

Eddie on the other hand gets not quite a shovel talk from Robin, but more like a “hey don’t be stupid” type of talk because she doesn’t think it’s necessary, having seen Eddie being a total sap when it comes to Steve. (Also side note, I think she could be on the spectrum and it doesn’t process to her that being a best friend/platonic soulmate would mean being an overprotective and giving a shovel talk is necessary) anyway, the kids don’t even bother with shovel talks because to them Eddie and Steve are just hooking up, it’s not actually a relationship.

And since Steve wants this to work, like actually work out and last for as long as possible (forever, Steve wants this forever.) So…communication is key for him now, he brings it up one night and tells Eddie about the shovel talks his family gave him and that it shouldn’t be necessary because he wants this relationship to last, okay? He doesn’t want to hurt Eddie at all. After he’s done talking, he doesn’t outright ask if anyone did the same but Eddie’s on the same wavelength as Steve and tells him about the short conversation with Robin and how the kids doesn’t believe how the relationship is just that.

Afterwards, Steve admits his insecurities because like I said, communication is key in this relationship. Anyway he admits the insecurities about how his friends, people he views as family, didn’t think it was necessary for a shovel talk. Says how he’d do it for all of them, ya know?

This leads to an upset Eddie on Steve’s behalf and where the overprotectiveness comes to play. He’s even more upset for Steve at this point, so he decides to have words with the kids and then eventually also explains it to Robin because yeah, she’s Steve’s platonic soulmate but they also share a braincell between them sometimes and it needed to be done, okay?? His boyfriend is upset and when Steve is upset, Eddie wants to make things better, because he’s a goddamn sap and loves him.

Anyway, that’s my thoughts on the shovel talks troupe going around lol (btw, if anyone wants to expand on this or write it out you’re welcome to!!)

[wh0lemilk0vich]

i’ve continued thinking about stevie, and one thought that won’t leave my head is stevie wearing her first bikini. she got it from one of those mail order catalogues and had to guess a bit on the size, but she was so excited to surprise eddie with it on their lake trip with the kids. the package arrives, but life gets in the way and she doesn’t have time to try it on until the day of. upon pulling it out of the package, she immediately realizes she got a size too small, but the only other swimwear she has are frumpy swim trunks that won’t even fit over her hips anymore. thankful for the stretch of the material, she pulls on the top first, which thankfully fits her pretty well and accentuates her soft little boobies that are developing on the estrogen. then, she shimmies into the bottoms, and they cling at her hips and dig into the plushness of her ass in a surprisingly welcome manner. when she turns to look at herself in the mirror, she’s dumbstruck by how gorgeous she looks. the blush pink highlights her feminine curves, and although a few months ago she would have been nervous about the way a little bit of fat spilled over the waistband of the bikini, she didn’t let it deter her from putting on her swim cover up and bouncing down to the car to meet eddie. when they arrived at the lake the kids were hungry, and so stevie was in charge of getting each kid their sandwiches. you can imagine how off guard eddie was when one minute he was eating a roast beef sandwich and the next he looked up and saw his favorite girl shedding her cover up and bouncing down to the water with robin and nancy. her perky ass bounced as the rest of her plush body jiggled. eddie spent the first day of their lake trip with a copy of the hobbit conveniently sitting on his lap, and when they got back to the cottage they were staying at, with his dick buried in steve’s ass. it was a miracle to the couple that the bikini survived the whole trip given that each time they had a spare minute, eddie would practically rip it off to worship her body. when they got back to hawkins, eddie was quick to find another catalogue and to schedule a week of their own on the lake so he could see stevie prance around in even tinier bathing suits and have his way with her any time he wanted. -🫑

Capsi 🫑!! My heart this is so cute!!

Chubby!Transfem!Stevie AU

I can picture it so well! I see it like poor Stevie has been running late all morning (which is crazy because that's usually Eddie's job) between the shower and getting ready and packing all the food and double checking her packing like 3 times, afraid she's forgetting something, and the last thing she has to do is get changed so they can hit the beach immediately. And so she finally grabs her swimsuit. It's her very first bikini and she feels so giddy and squirmy to finally be taking that step. Like you said she opens it up and is a little upset and worried when it's a smaller size than she thought she ordered and she hesitates for a second, almost about to freak out over it. But she's shocked out of that by Eddie laying on the horn of his van, and calling out to her in singsong like "Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Hawkins needs to come walking out to my van so we can get on the road!!" And that kind of thing just makes her smile and feel so joyful that she has her little family. So she scrambles into the suit and when she sees herself, the sheer joy is back, and she'd cry if she had time, but to see herself looking so curvy and beautiful, filling the suit out sinfully well--she's glad for the happy sizing accident. Then she pulls on a kaftan or a sundress and, grabs a sun hat and all the bags Eddie didn't get and runs out to the van.

Then Eddie, the poor sap, the total goner, he's so busy setting up their umbrella, setting down their towels, putting zinc on his nose, and dousing himself in sunblock (also side note, hair in a messy bun and wearing aviators, and a cropped, cut-off band tee, and he wanted to wear a speedo but Dustin swore he'd never let him live it down if he did) that he doesn't notice he's missing his Stevie until she's bounding down the beach to him. And his brain goes total Baywatch, slow motion, because Stevie is just so dropdead gorgeous. He can't get over how good she looks, she's filling out and she just looks chubby and plump all over, she's so bouncy, everywhere, her little belly, her thighs, I guess not her hips but they do look oh so soft and wide, her ass bounces though, and he practically goes slack jawed at the sight of her "titties boobing so breastily." He for goddamn sure needs to take a second to think less bonery thoughts.

But when they got back to their lake house/Airbnb Eddie crashes her against the wall in a searing kiss, scoops her up by the thighs, and carries her off to the bedroom where he worships her belly, nuzzling his face in it, motorboats her, teasing, flicking his tongue at and sucking her nipples, feeling her up, and turning her on. He flips her over, roughly tugs the tight bottoms off, revealing her beautifully round, pert, callipygian ass, and giving it a playful smack so he can watch it bounce and wobble hypnotically. He moves her back over and gets into his favorite position, with her hooking her legs over his shoulders so he can suck her off until she's close to tears, and revel in the feeling of his head trapped between her thighs. The have sooooo much sex over that weekend trip and Eddie is happy to get his babygirl whichever bikini's and panty sets she likes.

🥰🥰🥰🥰

[hardcoremikehanlonstan]

I physically can’t stop listening to Taylor swift so here’s what I think the losers favorite Taylor songs/albums are

Richie: his fav album is 100% reputation, his favorite song is definitely delicate or gorgeous and he absolutely melts over picturing Eddie to the songs (totally a big sap)

Beverly: definitely a speak now fan, her favorites are Back to December or Sparks fly, don’t know why she just feels like those songs to me. She is a big Swiftie tho, and blasts her songs in her car 24/7

Ben: he’s a red (Taylor’s version) kind of person, he loves all too well to death, and gets all hyped to we are never getting back together, he loves those classic tay vibes the album gives him

Bill: Evermore all the way, he likes the story telling aspect. He gets a kick out of no body no crime and absolutely eats up champagne problems, he likes the stories she tells through her music so he tends to like her more mature fall albums

Stan: Ngl I feel like he’d love fearless, (Taylor’s version tho ofc). Stan would like the sweetness that is love story or the feelings that are trapped inside that’s the way I loved you, Stan definitely gets in his feelings to Mr. Perfectly fine (def making up some dramatic ass headcanons for that one)

Mike: he’s a lover Stan through and through. He loves love and lover is literally for him lmao. His favorites are paper rings because he thinks the song is cute and romantic, and he loves cruel summer Because of the way it makes him think of the losers

Eddie: hardcore swiftie but definitely a folklore boy. I feel like Betty would remind him of Richie a little and cardigan is definitely his favorite song period. I feel like he constantly tries to get everyone into Taylor bc he loves her music

I realized I didn’t mention midnights but I feel like those songs fit all of them individually lol, so maybe I’ll make a midnights only post

[blushweddinggowns]

It had started out as such a good day. 

He had woken up with Eddie peppering his face in kisses, always a total sap in the morning. And it never failed to make Steve feel light as a feather. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe that he had gotten here, after all the shit they had been through. But his life in their little apartment with Wayne and Eddie, was better than anything else he’d ever had.

They had met Robin for breakfast, then Steve hung around while Eddie did a few deals, always the passenger princess. They gave the kids a ride home from school before heading back to the apartment. Then they decided to just be lazy sacks of shit for the rest of the night, happy to cuddle on the couch while they watched bad tv.  He felt so good, just sitting there, tucked to Eddie’s side. Like nothing could ever bother him in their happy little bubble. 

But then the phone rang.

It was Wayne who picked it up, just on his way out to start his own night. There were a few clipped words before he looked over at Steve, brow furrowed, “It’s for you.”

It took a second for him to extract himself from Eddie’s tight grip and he was a giggling mess by the time he was actually able to stand. 

“Who is it?” Steve asked as he made his way over. His smile dropped when he saw worried Wayne’s expression. His mind automatically went to the worst-case scenarios. Did something happen to Robin? Or Dustin? Or Max or Lucas-

Wayne interrupted his anxiety ridden spiral, though the news still wasn’t good, “It…sounds like your dad.”

Oh god, no.

Steve could feel his stomach drop as he shakily took the phone from him, internally praying that he was wrong, “Hello?”

“Jesus Christ,” He could hear his father yelling over to someone else, “He’s there. He’s fucking shacking up with the queer, it’s all true.” 

Steve could feel his heart stop in his chest. How did they know he was here? How did they know about Eddie? What were they doing back in town? What the fuck did they want from him?

His Dad finished his side rant, finally addressing Steve in that same cold authoritative tone, “Steven, you have fifteen minutes to get to this house or I’m going to find you. And the other fag will stay there if he knows what’s good for him. You have a lot of explaining to do.”

And then he hung up the phone, not even bothering to wait for an answer. Steve didn’t waste any time in getting his shoes on, trying and failing to reassure Eddie that everything was fine all the while,“It happens sometimes, when they get back. It’s like a checklist item to see me. I’ll be fine. It will be one awkward dinner and then I’ll be back before you know it.”

He could tell he wasn’t buying it. Of course he wasn’t buying it. There was no one on the planet who knew him better than he did, no matter how hard he tried to hide the fact that he was scared shitless. 

He was trailing behind him as he got ready, still trying to reason with him, “If it’s not gonna take that long then I can just wait in the car baby, it’s not that big a deal-”

“Eddie, no,” Steve said, voice impressively firm despite how he felt, “I’ll be fine, trust me okay?”

He hated lying to him, but the thought of his Eddie being in the same room as them made him feel fucking ill. He’d die before he let his dad touch a single hair on his love’s head. There was no way in hell he was going anywhere near that place. 

He shrugged on Eddie’s jacket, despite the fact that it probably wasn’t a good call to wear your boyfriend’s clothes to what could only be a disownment meeting with his parents, but Steve needed something to calm his nerves a little. And having something that smelled like his boyfriend would have to do. 

“Nine at the latest, I swear,” Steve lied, leaning in to kiss his cheek before rushing out the door.

He could feel Eddie watching him as he went, but Steve didn’t look back. He just got into his car and left, that stupid time limit still ringing in his ears. It was a Daniel Harrington classic threat, one that Steve hadn’t heard since he was back in highschool. Senior year was around the time he lost near all interest in him. He didn’t even care enough to knock him around near the end, opting to just remind him that he was a failure and a waste of space over the phone.

He didn’t even know why he still called them. He’d only talked to his mom a handful of times when he tried, but usually it was just a bertating session from his dad.

‘That you deserved.’

The treacherous intrusive thought was in his head before he could stop it. But it wasn’t alone. It was never alone.

‘Maybe if you had done better in school he wouldn’t have had to hit you.’

‘Maybe if you had a job that was worthwhile your mom would actually talk to you.’

‘Maybe if you weren’t such a fuckup then the people who gave you everything would actually love you.’

It was so…frustrating how easily he could get back here. Even after nearly two years of being around people who loved him, who actually cared about him, it only took one damn phone call to have him spiraling out again. He thought this phase of his life was over. He thought that his parents were done with him, that they had finally given up on the dream of Steve being somebody. 

Hell, he even thought that he might never even see them again. He hadn’t seen either of them for two damn years. They had been on vacation in New Jersey when the Vecna shit hit critical mass, and then they never came back. Why couldn’t that have been the end of it? What right did they have to come waltzing back into his life, just to shit all over it? Why did they have to involve Eddie? How did they even know about him? 

His shaking had only gotten worse by the time he pulled into his old driveway. He hated how scared he was. He had fought against literal fucking demons, but the though of having to face his father was enough to have him shaking in his boots. It was so stupid, but that didn’t stop the sight of his shiny BMW from making him want to puke. 

This was going to be bad. Really, really fucking bad. He didn’t want to do this shit. He wanted to tell them both to go to hell and leave him the fuck alone. But…he couldn’t risk anything happening to Eddie. He wouldn’t. So if he had to take a beating before they officially disowned him so Eddie could be left alone, so be it.

His mom met him at the door, disturbingly pleasant when she gestured for him to come inside. 

“Let me take your coat for you sweetheart,” she said, voice sickly sweet as she led Steve into the house. He let her take it, despite how bizarre the behavior was. His mom wasn’t as bad as his dad, she never had been, but affection wasn’t really her style. Not without Steve having to do something in return. She more…just watched when things got bad. Maybe helped patch him up during the worst times, but she was never very active when it came to his “discipline”.

The whole thing was already weird as hell. His dad should have been screaming at him by now, but the house was eerily quiet. She led him to the dining room, and there Daniel Harrington was, seething at the table with a beer in hand, a few empty bottles already pushed off to the side. But he didn’t start yelling at the sight of him. Which was new.

Steve didn’t like it.

His mom gestured for him to sit down before taking her own place between them. He felt like he was at a fucking tribunal, and the faux attempt at civility was just making his hair stand on end. Steve stared at them, waiting for someone to say something. 

Surprisingly it was his mom who went first. She took a deep breath before saying, “Steve, we know that the last few years have probably been hard for you. Everything that’s happened in this town….it couldn’t have been easy to see. And we understand that experience is clouding your decision making process. And…we want to help.”

His dad went next, voice deceptively even, “Your mother’s right. You have a mental disorder that can be treated. And luckily for you, we’re willing to pay for the help you need.”

This was wrong. This whole thing was wrong. Steve just wanted someone to yell at him already. He shook his head, confused, “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”

“You know damn well what we’re talking about,” Daniel scoffed, “Whatever is happening between you and that piece of trailer trash ends today.”

“He’s not trash,” Steve shot back, momentarily forgetting that he should be trying to lie here. He could handle them saying shit about him, but Eddie hadn’t done a damn thing to either of them, “And nothing is going on between us-”

“Don’t you dare lie to me,” Daniel hissed out, his calm facade finally cracking. Steve could see his grip on the beer bottle tighten, dangerously close to shattering the glass, “We’ve been back for a week Steven, and you haven’t spent a single night here. Tell me, do friends share a room in shitty apartments? Do friends kiss each other at the movie theater? Please feel free to enlighten me.”

Steve swallowed, throat dry. So much for lying his way through this, “Who told you?”

“Tommy called us,” His mom interjected, “And thank god for that. It’s not too late to change things around baby.”

Steve couldn’t help but physically cringe at the nickname. It wasn’t for her to say. But the news from Tommy was even worse. He knew he hated him now, and that was whatever. Who cared? But Tommy was also the only person he’d ever told about his dad. He was the only one he trusted when he was a kid not to say anything, and to know that he told them, knowing full well what would happen…hurt a lot more than he expected. 

“You’re lucky that boy cares about you still,” Daniel added, “So don’t waste our time. Just admit it. Have you or have you not been having an affair with a man?” 

No point in denying it now, “I have.”

They both tensed at the admission, like they had still been holding out for some magical explanation to explain away the whole thing. But Steve was tired of lying. He didn’t even want to. If he had it his way the whole world would know about them being together. He’d shout it from the fucking roof tops if he could. 

“Okay. Thank you for admitting it,” His mom sighed, “Steve, this doesn’t have to be complicated. All you have to do is pack your bags and leave with us. There’s this lovely little place in Delaware that can get you all fixed up -”

“I love him,” Steve interrupted. There was no point in keeping this charade going any longer. Steve wasn’t going fucking anywhere. He can see the way his father's arms twitch at that, the thread of patience he had managed to hold onto on the edge of snapping. He didn't have much time left.

"You think you love him," His mom corrected, “You’re confused-”

“I’m not confused. I love him, mom. And he loves me. I’m not going to give that up for anything.”

“It doesn’t matter how you feel,” Daniel dismissed, voice rising, “What matters is getting your life back on track. You are going to get your shit from that dump and leave with us tonight or else-”

“Or else what?” Steve asked, “You’ll disown me? Cut me out of the will? I don’t give a fuck.”

He’s never talked to either of them like this before, but he didn’t care. He didn’t need them. He never needed them. He had a family, a real family, and that never included the people at this table, “I’m not going anywhere with you. I’m not going to leave him. I’m not doing any of it.”

He should have seen the bottle coming, but that didn’t stop the pained gasp that came out when it hit him square in the arm. Even in his forties Daniel Harrington was still strong, strong enough for some of the glass to embed itself in his skin. Steve almost wanted to laugh, now it made sense why his mom had insisted on taking off the jacket. 

Daniel stood, his chair clattering to the floor before he threw another one that hit him square in the forearm. He was finally yelling thank god, Steve just wanted this whole shit show to be over with, “You’re choosing him over us? After everything we’ve done for you?”

"Yes,” The word is barely out of his mouth before he’s stalking over to him, completely ignoring his mom’s weak protests for him to calm down. He was in front of him now, all that barely contained rage finally spilling over. 

He grabbed him by the collar, physically pulling him up from his seat before shaking him a little, “My only son is not going to be with a god-damned faggot. And if I have to beat it out of you I will. But you are never going near that piece of shit again. Do you understand me?”

A tiny part of Steve was begging for him to apologize. To just do what they said and stop trying to fight. But that part of himself is wrong. There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with loving Eddie. It was the best thing he’d ever done in his whole fucking life. Nothing could change his mind, not even fear. 

Steve isn’t sure what possessed him to say what he did next. Revenge, pettiness, bitter honesty, he wasn’t sure, but the words were coming out, “Y’know he kissed me for the first time under this same roof? He fucked me here too. In basically every room. And I loved every second of it. How does that feel? Knowing that your only son isn’t just in love with a fag, but gets fucked by one too?”

This time he saw the punch coming, but it didn’t stop it from hurting like a bitch. He hit him square in the face before throwing him to the ground, opting to start kicking the shit out of him next. He was always quicker than Steve gave him credit for. 

He could vaguely hear his mom screaming in the background, begging him to stop, but Daniel kept going. Even his head wasn’t off limits, and it only took one swift kick for Steve to snap out of his stupor. Why was he taking this? Why wasn’t he trying to leave? Why had he never fought back before?

His mom was physically trying to stop him now, and it was just enough time for Steve to finally fucking do something. He moves without thinking, taking the opportunity to kick him back from his place on the ground, squarely in the crotch. It’s a low blow, but fuck it. He’d never seen him so angry before, and if he didn’t get away there was a solid chance he might kill him by accident. 

It worked even better than he thought it would. His dad crumpled immediately, probably just as shocked from the fact that Steve hit him as much as he was from the pain. It’s the first time he’s ever hit him, despite the years and years of random beatings. Steve was almost as surprised as he was that he managed to do it, but he didn’t have time to dwell. He stood on shaky legs, booking it to the front door.

He stops to get the jacket, stupidly taking the time to put it back on. But if he ever needed the comfort of Eddie’s smell, it was definitely right now. 

Right before he’s about to step over the threshold, Daniel calls out to him, voice booming with fury, “If you walk out that door you’ll never see either of us again.”

It's enough to have Steve whipping back around, glaring at them both. His mom was helping his dad back up like she was actually worried he’d been hurt, when it was Steve who had blood dripping down his face. Daniel was staring right at him, daring him to leave, delusional enough to think that there was anything about them worth staying for. 

“Good riddance,” Steve hissed out before turning back away. He walked straight out the front door, ignoring every scream and yell for him to come back. 

He got into his car, and he drove away. 

Excerpt from this fic. And technically a rewrite from this fic

Part two!