#ft: eddie

[charfletchh]

ft: @morrisxn02

where: the ogden homecoming gala

"hmm, doing some voting?" she pretended to sneak a peek at eddie's homecoming court ballot before actually trying to sneak a peek at eddie's homecoming court ballot. "you know, you didn't hear it from me, but i heard sassa fiske is bribing people with gift cards to vote for her. just in case that inflames your sense of moral integrity." charlie believed it was okay to lie, actually, if it was funny.

[gaylight-prairie]

Needed a booster seat to see eye to eye with prophecy here

[logiyande]

who: @morrisxn02

where: g's rave

logan had a white claw in her hand. this was not entirely foreign to her- she was well used to people noticing she wasn't drinking and shoving something in her hands, and she'd found that carrying something generally staved off the invitations to take a shot. but she'd taken a few sips tonight because it felt festive and really what could it hurt? maybe tonight she could be more like everyone else. "my only real reference for raves was skins? i feel like they were always raving." she materialized by eddie with no introduction, like they'd already been talking. "they looked a lot more fun there."

[lazylittledragon]

continuation of alt dads >:))

[logiyande]

"and your enthusiasm is appreciated," she assuaged him. after all, she guessed everyone had to start somewhere - and music recommendations were logan's love language. she could have stayed in the record store for hours, combing through boxes and telling eddie about the album she loved when she was fourteen or the one her mother used to play on sunday mornings that still made her smell cleaning supplies and strong coffee. it was strange how a song could hold such tactile memory. "you don't have maggie rogers? shit, okay, we should probably find you a basket. or do they have carts?"

END

“Don’t call me uneducated, look how open I am to learn!” If this insinuation that he was ignorant about any subject whatsoever had been voiced by anyone in any different context, Edward certainly would have taken offense – what do you mean I don’t know everything? Of course I do! – but since that was Logan he was talking to, and he admittedly knew much less about music than she did, he just responded in a playful, lighthearted tone. “I’m assuming I shouldn’t leave this one behind?” He quipped, lifting up Maggie Rogers’ black-and-white Surrender as a joke. “See, I’m already improving…”

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

fantasy au buddies bein affectionate

[mattbegins]

BRING HIM BACK TO US!!!

[becausebuckley]

it hangs in the air like stars in the sky | buddie | getting together | 2.3k

written for @flufftober day 3: favourite scent!

“You smell different,” Buck blurts out before his brain can catch up. “What?” Eddie frowns. His cheeks darken, though, one of his biggest tells. Buck must be on to something, then. Buck leans forward, inhaling deeply. Among the smell of their food, he recognises something that suddenly seems familiar. A rich scent, sandalwood and leather, but something citrusy in there as well. It’s warm and inviting, and it’s not Eddie’s usual scent at all. That’s not to say that Buck doesn’t like the way Eddie usually smells, of course! He does, he definitely does. It’s just different, is all he’s saying. Fancier. More indulgent. And Eddie only ever smells like this for very specific reasons. “You're wearing cologne,” Buck says, still processing as he talks. “You’re- that’s your fancy stuff, isn’t it?”

read the full fic on ao3 here!

[thelezzer]

as a spiritual successor to this post:

if you have old spotify wrapped playlists saved, what was your #100 song each year?

[khawlat]

It's been a rather long night.

[claudysummer]

I don't dare to upload the uncensored version here.

🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

[charfletchh]

as he said her new password, a bell of recognition rang in the back of her mind - huh. her old password was CharlieIsSexxxy. how could she have forgotten that? "edward, you're an absolute saint." she leaned forward, grabbed his face, and kissed him on the cheek with a dramatic flourish. "those silly computers. my little girl brain just can't handle it." there was so much clicking. so much refreshing. god bless face ID. "well, you'll have to keep it in the drafts," she frowned. "still nothing." the TBD next to her final remaining class grade floated off the page, ominous and foreboding. "this is stupid as hell. eddie, don't bother wasting any more time here. you should just drop out. because apparently no one gets to graduate."

He rolled his eyes and sighed exaggeratedly in response, as though she was asking him to perform a herculean task. He didn’t mind it, of course. But he knew she was perfectly capable of doing it herself. Still, he tapped on the Gmail app and waited for the reset link to appear. And, because he was only human, he took the time to snoop around her inbox under the excuse that it was “taking a while” and that he would have to “check your spam folder, one sec”. But overall, there was nothing too weird about it among the early-bird ticket sales for Lollapalooza and the Charli XCX newsletter emails. The only thing that made him suppress a chuckle was an email confirming her enrollment in a masterclass on how to change your identity and disappear completely, which, he couldn’t blame her for taking…  “Oh, yeah. I remember some people had even drafted suicide notes and everything. You’re a pillar of the Ogden community.” He argued humorously. However, that last part was simply the statement of a well-known fact. As they spoke, he finished the password-reset protocol. “You’re all set. Your new password is Eddie_is_h0t because it had to have special characters and it’s easy to remember.” He explained, self-indulging as though he had bailed her out of jail (instead of changing her moodle password), and handed her phone to her. “Do the honors and tell me I have to start working on my suicide note.”

[fallen-lucifiel]

Not exactly planned, just wanted to draw them fsr I swear this was funnier in my head ashsjsk 🤧

[apartmentsmoke]

tfw you're already tired and now you have to go fight a fire and break it to your date that you can't stay at his lame but heartfelt party :(

[lazylittledragon]

alt dads ft. eddie finally realising how bad he fucked up

[charfletchh]

charlie did not like hugs. a sexy, flirting hug that was more an excuse to press her body up against someone? sure. but a sincere hug? a hug for apology, for condolence? she was suffocating on more ways than one, simply standing there while he wrapped his arms around her. the pressure almost hurt as it dragged her back to her body, and as she felt his arms around her she felt the heat of the fire, the suffocation of the smoke, the pounding drill of the fire alarm.

"okay," she nodded. "okay. i can do that." could she? she slipped off her shoes and resisted the urge to scoop them up and carry them. they were so beautiful and so impractical that it was a waste to let them burn, but they couldn't come with her. almost a sacrifice to ida's pyre. "i'm just gonna...." she sat on the ledge and shimmied her way out. "that's a long drop," she called out with a small note of panic in her voice, already halfway out the window.

Sometimes, Edward Morrison wondered if he was a bad person. Too self-absorbed, too narcissistic, too egocentric… Well, that was the kind of person who managed to do what he just did, right? To look past fatal tragedy in favor of self-preservation… And, as Charlie looked at him – immediacy in her voice and aguish-ridden eyes – and urged him to at least acknowledge what had happened, he found his confirmation. Edward Morrison was a terrible person.

And as all terrible people do, he stopped in his tracks – the temperature almost too hot to bear, sweat drawing grey lines all over the sides of his face from the ash – and turned to her. Their eyes met, he held her gaze, and with a hand on her shoulder, he said, “Hey. I know, Charlie. I know.” His voice was terribly gentle and compassionate, like all bad people who cannot begin to fathom what others are going through but are awfully filled with empathy for their pain. “It’s awful, and I’m–“, he had to pause to cough, carbon monoxide getting caught in the walls of his throat. “I’m sorry." He didn't know how close they were, but something in her stare whispered that she was deeply hurt. "I'm so sorry." The smoke was becoming thicker around them, engulfing them. “But we need to get out of here.” And then, being the worst person he knew, Edward pulled her into a hug. Brief. Impulsive. Irresponsible. And, perhaps, the most genuine thing his despicable self had done in a long time.

But his sense of urgency quickly brought him back. Time was of the essence. The hug didn’t last longer than three or four seconds, and by the time he pulled away, he already had his eyes on a window nearby. Hand on her hand, he started for it once again. “We will talk about this when we get out of here. I promise.“ The confidence in his voice faltered. He coughed again; his head was starting to feel a little airy. “Do you think you can climb down that window? I’m gonna stay here and hold your hand.”