#eddie: HOW WOULD YOU EVEN KNOW

[saucerfulofsins]

I think I may need to actually write a coffee metaphor fic, and also, I am CRYING

[thirdwheelravi]

i feel like i've zeroed in on what is so baffling about people being so pressed about buck's feelings being **ignored** or **dismissed** (other than people doing the exact same thing to eddie's feelings) and it's that people are looking at it like this:

buck hears that he doesn't matter to eddie -> buck's feelings are hurt and acts out irrationally in response to this due in large part to his abandonment issues -> therefore the resolution is that eddie needs to reassure buck and tell him he matters to him

when in fact what the show is saying is:

buck hears that he doesn't matter to eddie -> buck's feelings are hurt and he acts out irrationally -> the resolution is that buck is able to get past his abandonment issues and realize he is being irrational on his own because deep down he knows how much he matters to Eddie and furthermore that Eddie (and Chris's) happiness matters MORE to him than his own issues

When have we truly seen him work through his issues like this completely on his own? without maddie or bobby or eddie (or josh?) telling him how he should be feeling and what he should be doing? Like this is the character growth that people keep claiming over and over Buck doesn't get!!! But this is proof that he HAS grown!! Like this is what we've been waiting for when it comes to the Buck cycle of abandonment!!!!!!

When it comes to Eddie, Buck is finally able to see past his own issues COMPLETELY ON HIS OWN and take the steps to resolve the conflict between them before it truly gets out of hand. THAT is what was so great about that final argument scene -- we are finally seeing Buck work through and overcome his abandonment issues without requiring someone to reassure him or tell him how he should be feeling. Because Buck is finally secure enough in a relationship to do that. And of course it's significant that it's EDDIE he's able to do this for 🩷

[plistommy]

Omega Steve who has never been knotted before.

He has only ever dated betas before, not really caring for alphas and they couldn’t give him that feeling of pure fullness.

But then, he meets Eddie. An alpha who’s too loud for his own good, but still surprisingly sweet and kind to Steve like no other alpha has been. And Steve?

He falls hard for the older boy and it doesn’t take long for him to start feeling slick dripping down his hole every time he even sees a glimpse of the alpha.

Steve knows Eddie smells it on him, how could he not, but the alpha doesn’t do anything.

He waits until Steve’s the first one to make the move, to kiss Eddie with so much hunger that Eddie finally lets his alpha instincts take over. He knots Steve for the first time ever and it makes the omega cry under him as he begs for the alpha to breed him.

[ghost-proofbaby]

It's summer for you, winter for me. Warm me up with strawberry fluff! As always, my muse, your muse, the one and only, Eddie.

Midsummer's night, because I don't have a lot to inspire you with. I'm thinking something cute but weird? Maybe some human body softness where Eddie is a bit of a freak and we love him for it. And we're told our bodies are lovely, even when they're doing weird shit.

I lalalove youuuuu. xo Rhi

RHI!!!! <3 i adore you. thank you for this prompt - i had far too many ideas for it, but ended up on settling for this one, which coincidentally feels like the most subtle of them all? either way, it definitely turned out being the softest. give me an eddie munson who just wants to sniff me like a dog. this definitely got a bit long but i hope you enjoy, my dear <3

the smell of you

warnings: weirdos in love? idk. i have a skewed sense of what is actually weird i think. mentions of death and coffins jokingly. eddie 'manhandles' reader sort of. not edited.

wc: 2.2k+

come enjoy a sweet summer treat with me <3

“Eddie?”

The entire apartment is quiet – too quiet – as you drop your keys into the old crystal bowl on the counter. The clink resonates through the air, louder than the soft murmur of the stereo static you can hear from down the hall. 

“You dead?” you call out again, slipping off your running shoes and tossing down your headphones onto the counter as well now, “Do I need to call the coroner?” 

Your tone is lilted, teasing with airiness as you continue to wander deeper into the apartment and head straight for the room you know Eddie has to be in. Like the waves pulled by the moon, there’s an incessant string tied around one end of your soul that connects you to his, and you follow it all the way down the hallway. The bedroom door is wide open, and you can hear his mumbled yell of a response without clarity before you even cross the threshold. 

You wouldn’t have even needed him to verbally respond to find him in this tiny apartment. You two could get separated on the streets of a bustling city, of a buzzing New York sidewalk, and you still wouldn’t properly lose him. It’s more than just soul ties and his gravity that keeps you pulled to him. 

Something unspoken. Something homely. 

“Sorry, what was that?” you hum as you spy him face-down in the bed, pillow muting him by the mouthful, “Say it one more time, and this time not into the pillow.” 

When he finally properly turns over, he’s a vision. Sleep lines folded into his skin and a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth, eyes squinting in irritation not at you but the sunlight flooding in through the bedroom window. Messy hair, messy shirt, messy everything. A kind of mess you just want to collapse into currently, curling up in all that he is from the day’s exhaustion. 

He’d mentioned wanting to take a nap before you’d left for the gym. Something about the summer heat draining him, trailing off as he’d rambled about how he’d probably thrive as a vampire. 

“I said,” he huffs, sitting up, the frizz of his hair becoming a makeshift halo, “If you call the coroner, request the comfiest coffin possible.”

“Why do you need a comfy coffin if you’re already dead?” 

“You dare deny me of being buried in tempurpedic memory foam? In my hour of need?” 

You roll your eyes as you huff out a little laugh, forcing yourself to turn away from him long enough to strip out of your socks. But just as you reach down for the pieces of clothing, you catch sight of the source of that stereo static flooding the room. 

Your shared record player, spinning a blood red pressing of one of your more recent vinyl purchases. The album has been played through, but the player no longer had an automatic stop mechanism, probably from years of use. 

The center of the record is probably scratched, and Eddie knows it, from how sheepish he looks when you glance over your shoulder at him. 

“Speaking of death,” you walk over quickly, purposefully, before carefully lifting the needle and cutting the static finally, “Care to explain why you’re burning scratches into my Momento Mori vinyl?” 

“I’m sorry,” he quickly apologizes, nearly flinging himself off the bed as he scooches quickly to the end, clearly fully awake now, “I put it on and thought I’d just lay down for a quick second, but then the bed was so comfy, and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick nap, and then…” he trails off, looking up at you through his lashes with big eyes already pleading for forgiveness, “I’ll buy you a new one. Swear it.” 

It’s impossible to be mad at him when he’s looking like this, inhumanely soft and easily forgiven, “You’re lucky you’re cute, or you really would be dead.” 

He doesn’t respond with words, but instead the outstretch of his hands, fingers flexing as he beckons to you. The needle rests on its perch, the vinyl left behind to gather dust for a few extra moments, as you go straight to him. 

When his palms slip beneath your old t-shirt and meet your skin, they’re pleasantly warm. 

“You were right,” you admit as his knees spread, delegating even more room for you to stand in front of him as your hand wanders to cradle the side of his face, fingers tangling in sweaty curls from his rest. Your thumb mimics his on your own skin instinctively, tracing a large arch right up over his cheekbone, “It’s hot as balls outside.” 

“Told you so,” he murmurs, smiling softly in satisfaction as he leans lazily into your touch. 

“You did,” you agree quietly, half-entranced by his relaxed face, no sight of pride in the room currently. 

He resembles a cat as he continues to preen under your gentle hand, and you almost expect him to start purring right before you find the strength to pull away, removing his hands from where they'd wandered to your lower back. 

One swipe of his finger along your sweaty spine, and you’d remembered what your original intentions had been immediately upon getting home. 

“Wai- Where are you going?” he’s seemingly brought back down to Earth the moment he loses the pattern your thumb had been tracing, the press of your fingertips into his scalp. When he reaches back out to latch onto you again, you take a step back, “Get back here-”

“I need to shower,” you laugh, shaking your head and smacking his hands away as he continues to barter, “I’m all sweaty and smelly, let me go clean up and then we can nap togeth-” 

“You can shower after we nap,” he nearly whines, finally catching your shirt between his fingers and tugging, uncaring for if he stretches the fabric. A small price to pay to have you close to him, “C’mon, sweetheart. I know you’re just as exhausted as I am.” 

You swear you meant to take another step backwards, but somehow, you end up back between his knees, “Did you not hear me, Munson? I stink.”

“Good.” 

He doesn’t give you any time to react – in an instant, he’s throwing his face forward, burying it against your stomach as you let out a gasp and immediately try to pry him away with far too gentle of hands in his hair. 

“Eddie!”

If it were anyone else, you’d probably be mortified. But Eddie just takes a dramatic deep breath in, nose buried just shy of your belly button, and when his shoulders start to shake with muted laughter, you can’t stop the smile from breaking. Your fingers are still twisted in his hair, still pulling back in an attempt to get him away from you, but he’s resilient. 

And all your faux resistance is weak in comparison. Soon enough, you’re back to melting into him. 

Only once you’re relaxed once more, no sign of trying to pull away again any time soon as his hands once more evade the space beneath your shirt to wander up and down your sticky skin without a care in the world, does he lift his face away from you long enough to breathe and speak, “I’ll have you know – I love your stink.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious.” 

“You’re an idiot.” 

“I’m your idiot.” 

The game of banter is cut short when he goes back to pressing his nose into your clothes that surely can’t smell good. No amount of deodorant or perfume could erase that underlying stench of sweat. Hell, the shirt is still a bit moist from it all: from the walk to the gym, from your workout itself, from the walk home. It’d been through the ringer, and you’re back to tugging him away from you. 

“I refuse to believe you like how gross I smell right now,” you reinforce, eyes darting towards the bathroom connected to your master bedroom, “I promise I’ll be quick with the shower.” 

“Baby,” he fights back, wrapping his arms around you securely, no intention of losing this battle, “You remember that time we went to the fair, and you were complaining about how you were sweating, so I tried to lick your face?” 

Your nose scrunches quickly at the memory, “I do, unfortunately.”

“You really think I’d be willing to lick the sweat off your body but be afraid of you smelling a little bad while we cuddle?” his shoulders drop as he looks up at you, head tilted, almost as if amused with the conversation, “What kind of man do you take me for?” 

“The kind that gets off on annoying me.” 

His jaw drops, putting on a fake look of offense before he dramatically throws himself back onto the bed, laying flat as he makes a fist to mimic stabbing his chest, “You wound me.”

You’ve heard those words a thousand times in a hundred different ridiculous voices. You’ve seen this scene enough to have it mesmerized at this point, down to the over-exaggerated pout of his lips and the lingering of the fist against his sternum. 

You never grow tired of it. You never will. 

“Need me to kiss it better?” you joke as you prop a knee up on the bed, following the same script as always. 

And he hits his queue perfectly when he lifts his head eagerly at the expected response, wiggling his brows a bit. “Absolutely. Doctor’s orders, in fact.” 

“Great,” you see an opportunity, and take it, “I’ll get right to it, after my showe-” 

You don’t even get the final syllable of the word off your tongue before he’s clenching his thighs around your own, knees pressing hard before he wraps his legs the rest of the way around your waist to pull you in. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as you begin to fall forward, but Eddie is quick to break the fall with ease. Catching you with his eager hands, maneuvering for you to half drop to the mattress while some of you still lands atop of him. 

He has you right where he wants you, turning his head to be face to face with you, noses nearly brushing, “Unfortunately, the doc said you have to kiss it better now, or else you’ll be comfy coffin shopping.” 

“A fatal wound?” you gasp, nearly mocking him. It doesn’t offend him – if anything, his boyish grin only grows wider, “First, I’m smelly-”

“Again, I like when you’re smelly.”

“-And then I inflict a fatal wound upon my lover? Oh, how dare I.”

Slowly, all your insecurity of how you currently smell is simply fading. The entire ordeal has become an art of childlike, whimsical jokes – and Eddie is an artist. A professional at the dance, locked and loaded with his incomparable skill set equipped for disarming you this way. The ability to make someone feel loved, imperfections and weirdness aside. 

He likes you, even when you claim you don’t smell your best. And you like him, even when his hair is tangled beyond recognition and one of his socks is half-hanging off his foot from a nap.

You like him when he’s embarrassing you in public, tongue chasing after you with the threat of licking your sweat away, and he likes you when all you can do in response is a weak palm to his chest (that isn’t even making an effort to push him away) as you giggle relentlessly. 

You like each other on the good days, the bad days, the weird days. 

Disarmed entirely, you don’t even notice when his face conveniently slots itself far too close to your armpit as you two scooch further up into the bed. You’re more occupied with the way your legs tangle up, toeing each other’s socks off properly as he slings a heavy arm across your torso. 

“We’re gonna have to wash the sheets,” you mumble, exhaustion catching up as the two of you finally settle. 

He hums absentmindedly, nuzzling into your skin a bit further as he makes himself comfortable. “And wash away your sweet, sweet stink? I don’t think so, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” you laugh, unbothered as your fingers start to trail up and down his back over the t-shirt, smoothing out wrinkles along the way, “I’m serious. We need to change them soon anyways, I think I got crumbs in the bed the other night with those crackers.” 

“Bury me in the crumbs of all your midnight snacks,” he almost slurs, clearly drifting back off. 

You snort in response, relaxing and letting your own eyes shut. Matching all your deep breaths with his own, a million different last words crossing your mind to whisper to the boy you’re sure is once again asleep. 

I love you.

I adore you. 

I would like to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me. 

And maybe some of those unspoken thoughts slip out without you realizing, because he squeezes you just a little bit tighter, presses his face just a little bit deeper into your skin as his scruff tickles you. 

The only actual thought you can know for certain that you say, though, is, “Do you think they actually make coffins with memory foam inside?” 

To your surprise, even despite the almost-snores that had been escaping him, he answers in a heartbeat. 

“Oh, definitely. We’ll order two.”

[juicebuck]

the reason they had to have tommy leave the bachelor party in 7x06 is because honestly one of two things would have happened there 1) eddie would have had to witness buck kissing a man and paying attention to a man who is Not Him and would have been passive aggressive deranged for reasons he can’t explain in the middle of that karaoke bar. he'd be up on that karaoke machine singing something like the killers mr. brightside it would have been a mess. and buck would be CLUELESS to it all like hey tommy. look at my bestie SING. isn't he so great? meanwhile tommy's there in his henley like 🧍‍♂️OR 2) it would have been the Exact Same as in the show with buck and eddie hanging off each other being insane. except meanwhile tommy's there in his henley like 🧍‍♂️

[fisheito]

rereading the nuca pink doujin and seeing yakumo tear himself apart re: his snake form vs his human form all this agony and self-doubt and silent suffering and fear of rejection like "if i looked less human would u hate me" , "if u saw me in my true form wouldn't that be horrible. terrifying. disgusting" , "if i admitted i want to swallow you whole would you think worse of me"

and i imagine him asking something like this to the crowd of clan members , who are , undeniably,, a group of Kinky Fuckers

they all smile with the serenity and carefully masked excitement of a horny olivine. masterful beautiful reassuring expressions (errr..... masked to different degrees depending on the clan member)

[fruitydiaz]

kinda insane to look at the newly out bisexual man that you dated for a handful of months and say yeah i figured you were always gonna leave me for your stupid hot gay best friend but now that he's moved away and you clearly don't miss him (living in his house)......yeah we can get back together! champagne?

[buddiesmutslut]

👶👶👶👶👶

we need more pipe baby fics in this fandom I'm BEGGING

HELLO beautiful person, I'm so glad you asked for more of this story!! I'm so attached to itty bitty Pipe Baby, I love her so much and I'm SO excited about this fic, so have some more!! 15 sentences (I think, I'm not great at math lol) & again, the details are all subject to change (I've already re-written this once, so who knows what it will look like by the time I'm done lol) but you get the general idea of what I'm going for. I hope you like it!

“Eddie, hi! It’s Sarah, Alec’s mom?” She starts, like she’s not sure he remembers her or not. She sounds frazzled, which Eddie tries not to worry more about. 

“Yeah, Sarah, hi. Uhm, is everything alright?” He asks, not wanting to be rude but curious to the point of her call. 

“Yes, yeah, everything is fine! I just- I hate to do this to you, but I need a favor. Is there anyway you can pick Alec up from school today and watch him for a little bit? My husband was supposed to do it, but he got called into a last minute, emergency surgery and I’m currently out of the state for a training thing, and our normal babysitter is busy, and my mom is sick and-” 

He cuts her off, relief settling over him that it’s not something serious. “Sarah, yes, Alec can absolutely hang out with us until your husband can pick him up, I’m sure he and Chris will both be thrilled,” he agrees instantly. This is an easy problem to solve, but he knows how hard it is to ask for help, remembers the shame of admitting that he couldn’t handle something on his own. He’s gotten better though, but only after years of therapy and damn near blowing his life up.

“Thank you so much, Eddie, you’re a life saver! Willow’s going to go with him, hang out in the hospital while he does the surgery. Probably not the most fun place for a 7-year-old, but God knows the nurses and everyone know her well enough, there’s just no way he could get Alec and across town in time for the surgery.”

He knows she’s just rambling now, thinking out loud as a way to try and keep everything straight, but he can’t imagine wanting to spend his free time in a hospital at 7, especially when the one person he knows is going to be busy. 

Maybe he’s a glutton for punishment, but he can’t stop himself from asking the question. “Who’s Willow?” 

[epiphainie]

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[tape-deck]

i'm gonna be a hater for a minute and then i'm going to move on. but. it really does bother me that it's completely normal for the show to end an episode about maddie being kidnapped by fully shifting focus to a buddie scene but it's wrong for me to expect to see eddie included in an episode about the entire rest of the cast?

[wenellyb]

I would interested in knowing what people mean when they say a character is a "plot device"?

Aren't all characters "plot devices"? Is it possible that those people mean "supporting character" but use plot device because it's more derogatory for characters they don't like?

[bisexualbuckl-y]

i can't stop thinking about buck's future reaction to this new eddie storyline in like a best friend way, because i don't know how aware buck is of how much eddie is struggling with his mental health lol, like how long ago was the last time they spoke about shannon in relation to eddie? does buck think eddie is over her death? or maybe not over but at least he's come to terms with it? i feel like we'll see eddie trying to hide this thing with kim and buck will surely know something's going on but i don't think he'll ever imagine something close to what's happening, and then aside from the lying and bad feelings surrounding the situation he'll also feel awful because he just didn't know how this was still an issue eddie was having... yk?

[faytelumos]

Twilight AU where Edward never truly came back from hunting humans and Bella ends up being Jasper and Alice's third. But things get scary.

Edward becomes something of a PI and is taking in just enough cases these days to fund his travels as he clears cities out in rotation of murderers and rapists and the like. He calls once a month to keep in contact with the family.

Bella is curious of the Cullens the way everyone is and nobody notices her until Alice sees Bella getting squished by a van and blowing the Cullens' cover in the middle of a crowded parking lot. So Alice conveniently times physically running into Bella, spilling their books, and Bella's able to watch in outrage (and shock) as Tyler crashes into her truck.

The conversation they had for one minute twenty seconds was enough for Alice to see that she loves this girl and can't let her go. Jasper feels the love and joy Alice feels for this human girl and he's willing to follow her into fire to chase that feeling, to make Alice happy.

It is hard. Bella ends up finding out they're vampires. Jasper worries this isn't worth it, like he's living on a knife's edge. Alice obsesses over the way Bella's future keeps suddenly ending.

Edward calls and tells them he plans on visiting. Alice tells him no, no way, do not come within a hundred miles of this place, she has a human girlfriend and this interaction always ends badly. Edward is deeply offended. He has very good control, and he has never in a hundred years taken a truly innocent life. Alice is so mad when he says he's coming anyway and hangs up.

Alice, Jasper, and Bella get ready for a road trip. They need to beat Edward out of town, but Alice still sees everything ending so badly. Even when they're away, even when they're clear of Washington and Edward hasn't even landed in Seattle yet. Because Bella's scent is all over the house. Because Edward's a PI, and he knows the kinds of invisible little paper trails his family leaves behind when they move. He's coming for Bella, hunting her down, more focused and driven than he's ever felt in his unlife, and nothing Alice or Jasper are going to do will hold him off forever. Jasper doesn't want to kill his brother. Edward always hates himself after he kills Bella. Alice kills Edward in at least 4% of their futures. Bella's rate of survival past three years is a flat 0.

There is no other option. All three of them are in agreement. Bella has to become a vampire. And Alice has to be the one to do it.

[tommygotwrittenoff]

confession time!!! can't wait for bt bones

[mattzerella-sticks]

Wait but how am I only now just connecting the dots that the way Buck acted about Tommy in season 7 episode 4 is exactly how Buck acted about Eddie back in season 2 episode 1 like OF COURSE he had a crush on Eddie and he just NEVER realized it.

[alliaskisthepossibilityoflove]

I really wonder (and I hope the show SHOWS IT) how it's going to go for Chris in Texas. Because Helena got her wish, she has her do-over, but how is she gonna do?

Will they give Chris the support and space he needs, be it therapy or just room to breathe and sit with it and let him talk to them and hear him out - or will it be straws in plastic cups and endless little jabs against Eddie/Shannon/LA/Buck/Carla....? What are they going to do about school and Chris's physical therapies?

Because Ramon may have had his come-to-Jesus moment with Eddie (though I'm side-eyeing him so hard after this) but Helena didn't, at all, and I feel/fear/know she will take this as a confirmation she has been right all alone and double down.

And like, obviously FOR CHRIS we must hope this is a good thing he's chosen - but for me as a viewer and Helena hater? I kinda hope he hates it there, that he gets to see and experience what exactly drove his dad to take them to the other side of the country, that he appreciates the way Eddie parents him and accepts him AND RESPECTS him and supports him so much more.