#i dont think eddies going to freak out about this

[buckdiazlafd]

Thoughts on Vampire!Eddie ??? (I'm a little bit in love w the idea rn)

at first he didn’t want to tell buck. he was being all cagey and repressed about it. but buck kinda figured it out, put some of the pieces together. he’s not dumb. and so eddie confessed one night while they sat on his couch.

buck: do you like… need to drink blood? everyday?

eddie: well..ideally yeah but. it’s not like in the movies. we can eat regular food, we can drink animal blood it’s just. not…

buck: it’s like junk food vs organic? lol

eddie (relieved that bucks still buck. not freaked out. not looking at him like something to be scared of): yeah. lol yeah basically

buck: well… you could always. i mean. if i get a paper cut . maybe you could..

eddie: no! no way. no i would never do that. besides once. once I taste it it’s harder to. to go back to..

Eddie gets a vampire cold. nothing serious but especially since he doesn’t get human blood daily he can’t fight it off as easy. so he feels like shit. bucks in the kitchen chopping vegetables to put in his soup even though.. he’s not even sure it’ll even help but. anyone, vampire or not, likes warm soup when they’re sick. eddie shuffles in asks if he can help in anyway, buck ofc says no but that eddies bedhead is hot even when sick and he doesn’t know how eddie can look that good even with a cold. eddie blushes. not. in a human way but in an eddie way that buck loves. small smile, little head shake that says omg shut up but also. keep talking. it’s all very mundane despite the vampire sized elephant in the room until.

“shit”

buck cuts himself. dropping the knife he holds up his pointer finger. warm red already dripping down the side of it. realization hits buck and he looks up at eddie who looks. frozen in place. no not frozen. restrained. hungry. like it’s taking all the resolve in his weakened body to stay in that spot. he also looks. ashamed. which buck hates the most. eddie should never be ashamed of how he was made. of who he is. bc buck loves him. he would give eddie anything. all of him. what’s mine is yours eddie he had said once. and he meant it.

buck takes a step forward.

“Buck dont” eddie holds his hand out.

“eddie… it’s okay.. i want.. i want to help you feel better i want to help you.”

“buck..” eddie closes his eyes, gathers himself. when he opens them again bucks rounded the kitchen island is now in front of him. he holds out his finger, an offering. if you want this, if you want me, you can take it. use it in whatever way you need.

eddie pauses. stares. then, as if he’s made some sort of silent decision with himself, gently takes bucks hand. buck feels like he can’t breathe. eddie brings it up to his mouth. places the lightest gentlest kiss just above the cut, (which is already starting to coagulate. it wasn’t deep.) and grabs a paper towel off the counter, wraps bucks finger, holds bucks injured hand in both of his and w a small smile, voice rough from the intensity, says, “the soup smells delicious buck, i can’t wait to try it.” he gives bucks hand one last squeeze before letting it go. buck feels slightly shaken. almost like after a close call at work. but eddie looks steady, sure, not fighting himself like earlier. so buck takes a breath. exhales. smiles and says “it Does smell delicious doesn’t it” and eddie laughs. it’s beautiful. grounds buck. settles that nervous energy. “see? ok cowboy, I’ll grab the bowls and then you meet me on the couch. we’ll start a movie.”

buck nods, tends to his finger the old fashioned way, not by your vampire bf sucking the blood out of it, he thinks slightly dejectedly, and puts the finishing touches on the soup.

eddies grabbing the bowls and utensils. but buck. bucks been looking at him bc. actually. eddie had the smallest drop of bucks blood on his bottom lip. from the kiss. he wasn’t even sure if eddie noticed it. Bucks attention is half on the stove but still on eddie. always on eddie. and before eddie heads to the living room, eddie takes a quick glance at buck, sees if he’s looking. bucks perfected the act of obliviousness, so eddie, thinking he’s free from bucks gaze, tentatively and gently brings his finger up to his bottom lip. swipes. and tastes. like when you’re taste testing a dish. small, delicate, efficient. but eddie? he savors. allows himself the quickest of indulgences. closes his eyes. breathes in deep. takes one last glance at buck, making sure he wasn’t caught. and heads into the living room. buck smiles, he’s stirring the soup but he’s not even there right now. he’s on eddies bottom lip, on the pad of his finger. On the tip of his tongue., He feels a rush go through him. electric like lighting. maybe tonight’s not the night. he doesn’t know when it will happen, but somehow he’s going to let eddie know. this isn’t just for eddies sake. this isn’t buck just offering up his body his blood in order to find some absolution, some salvation. buck wants this just as much as eddie needs it. he thrums with this resolution. ladles out the soup. and heads into the living room.

[willmiwi]

not this literally being Eddie fresh out of therapy and a talk w the hot priest that made him realize things he didn't know about himself. And he's looking at Buck here, literally seeing him in a new light, and the camera pans over to Buck in golden lightning as he chats away with hen and chim, who have their back turned against him and only buck's facing him, and Eddie looks at him and he Knows !!!! And he PINES !!!!!

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i need eddie to get another guy friend in season 8, and buck loses his shit about it (again), so he breaks up with t because he's convinced that the weird feeling he gets when he sees them together is because he is Really attracted to the new guy.

[starkidmunson]

glitter & crimson

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

“Marry.”

“What?”

“Marry. He’s hot, I’m not gonna kill him.”

“Eddie, we’re not playing FMK; you’re supposed to be telling me his name.”

“Oh. That’s…. Joe Jonas.”

“…he’s literally from Hawkins. And he’s holding a hockey stick.”

“Nobody from Hawkins is that hot, man, no way.”

~~~

Gareth posts the clip to his personal TikTok. Before he can get around to reposting it on Corroded Coffin’s band account, it has more than 100k views. Things only spiral from there, because once the band shares it, the video goes more viral and ends up on the screens of the right people.

chiblkhwks: harrington94 is social media challenged, but we’re going to make sure he sees this. Will keep you posted.

The comment is immediately overshadowed by a busy day of PR. A photoshoot to an interview to a radio show to the green room at the Fillmore in Boston, before an intimate pre-album release show for members of their fan club. Eddie has completely forgotten about the video entirely, but Gareth’s phone pings with a text notification.

“A response has been issued!” He declares to the room, still grinning down at the screen of his phone.

The rest of the band shares a collectively confused look, all seeming pleased to find they’re not alone in whatever they’ve missed.

“What?” Jeff asks for the group.

In lieu of an explanation, Gareth just flips the phone in his hand around to show a TikTok, stitched with the clip they’d made earlier that morning.

~~~

“Marry. He’s hot, I’m not gonna kill him.”

#Stitch

“Is… is that supposed to be a compliment?” Steve asks, making a pinched face as he laces up his skates.

“You watched the whole video. He compared you to Joe Jonas.” The girl behind the camera responds, but he levels her with an unimpressed look. She doesn’t respond, and after a beat, he sighs.

“Yeah, alright, I guess Joe Jonas is hot. I’ll take the compliment.” He huffs, standing to his feet and moving from the bench he’d been suiting up on toward the ice. The girl follows him, gliding toward the net once they're in the rink, never falling out of pace with him.

“Do you know who it is talking in the video?” She presses, and Steve looks unimpressed again.

“You mean the other hot guy?” He asks with a grin, then nods. “That was Eddie. I’m surprised you don’t know him, the Party listens to Corroded Coffin all the time.”

The video loops back to the stitched clip from Gareth’s initial TikTok then. Everyone in the room processes what just unfolded.

“The Party? Did… did Steve Harrington just make a reference to DnD? Or is that some sports thing I dont understand?” Jeff asks.

Freak raises his hand, indicating he’s next to speak. “Not only that, but his nerdy DnD friends listen to us all the time?”

“Did King Steve call Joe Jonas hot?” Eddie asks, visibly still trying to connect the wires in his brain that fried at Steve’s agreement. “Did he call me hot?”

All three turn toward Eddie, whose face is still reflecting the long form math equation his brain is trying to work out, and Jeff sighs.

“Well, boys. I think we’ve officially lost him.” He says, bowing his head. Freak and Gareth join him solemnly, making Eddie huff and cross his arms over his chest.

“You’re all so dramatic.”

“Gee, I wonder who encouraged us to be this way,” Freak exaggerates through a grin, before shoving a guitar into Eddie’s chest, just in time for Paige to open the door and summon them.

“We can have a meltdown over Harrington after the gig,” Gareth promises with a pat to Eddie’s back as everyone moves around him, exiting the green room and heading for the stage.

~~~

Riding his post-show high, Eddie makes a bold move in the CC band TikTok, commenting under the video Steve had stitched.

corrodedcoff!n: we’ll be in chicago 1/26 if harrington94 and ‘the party’ are free 🎫

He only gets about 20 minutes of peace before Gareth is jumping around, proclaiming himself the greatest wingman in history.

“It’s an offer for free concert tickets made over social media, and he hasn’t even answered, Gare Bear.” Eddie tries to get him to relax, but he, too, is eager to see how the other reacts to the offer.

He wakes up the next morning to the answer he’d been waiting on, and his stomach flips as he reads it over.

harrington94: only if you guys come to the home game 1/27 🏒

__________

Steve doesn’t even bat an eye when Max shoves her way into the locker room, b-lining straight for him.

“Can I help you?” He asks without looking up, unhooking the padding from his calf and letting it drop to the ground in front of his locker.

“Are you using TikTok to publicly flirt with Eddie Munson?” She asks, voice quieter than he’d typically expect from her, but he just scoffs.

“I’m just being friendly! You’re the one who started this in the first place! What, you didn’t expect me to log on and check if they’d responded?” He asks in response, freeing his foot from the skate, before placing a cover over the blade and letting the boot drop into the lower shelf beside his locker.

“I’m just confused because you’ve been super weird about coming out, and now you’re out here hitting on a rockstar all over social media, that’s all.” Max says, and Steve freezes for a moment.

“Do you…” he trails off, before closing his eyes and rubbing a thumb into his temple. “You really think I just accidentally came out?”

“You called Joe Jonas and Eddie Munson hot, encouraged this rockstar to come to your game when he’s in town and also accepted tickets to see him perform, Steve.” Max was monotone, and held her hands up defensively when he groaned. “I’m not starting anything, I’m just saying that this could get blown out of proportion now.”

They discuss a little further, deciding neither of them will publicly acknowledge anything that’s been posted to the account for now, until they actually come up with a plan.

Once he’s in his car heading home, Steve calls Robin.

“Dingus,” she greets, as always, and he lets out a grumble. “Uh oh. What happened?”

“I think I accidentally came out on the internet, and it’s Eddie Munson’s fault.” He’s met with several seconds of silence as he starts his car on the path to him and Robin’s shared apartment.

“Eddie, the drug dealer from high school?” Robin eventually asks, confused, and Steve groans again.

“Yeah. He uh, also is in a band?” He supplies, and Robin’s quiet for a moment as she processes. Then, he hears the tapping of a keyboard. “What are you doing?”

“Looking Eddie up, obviously.” Steve can practically see her eye roll, even though they’re not FaceTiming. “You’re nothing if not consistent, I guess. Doe-eyed curly brunet.”

Steve scoffs. “You say as though you’re not the one currently waking up beside Nance every morning.”

He’s met again by a short silence, before Robin lets out a little puff of air, in a small laugh. “Thank you again for being so cool about that, by the way.” She says, before he hears clicking on her end. “Apparently, Eddie is out as bi. Corroded Coffin does a charity show for the Trevor Project every year, and he’s been to a lot of Pride events.”

Steve’s stomach twists with each new bit of information she provides, because a part of him wants to be that out, wants to be like Robin or apparently Eddie, freely sharing that part of themselves with the world and having no one give a shit. But that’s not how it works on so many levels for Steve. Beside the shit he’d have to deal with on the ice from certain other players, he had no idea how it would impact the team overall. There’s no way to gauge how fans would react, when there’s never been an openly gay player in the NHL. And that didn't even begin to touch on how his parents would react.

“Hey,” Robin breaks him out of his spiral and he realizes he’s been chewing a hole into his cheek. “I can hear how loud you’re thinking right now. Do you need me to come home?” She asks, gently, and he sighs.

“Please.” He mumbles after a long pause, and is grateful when he hears the jingle of car keys from the other end of the phone.

~~~

Robin scrolls through article after article once she gets to their place, pulling Steve onto the sofa with her and laying his head in her lap. Her fingers twist through his hair, doing her best to keep him calm as she reads up on the situation playing out to try and help gauge how big of a hole he’s dug himself this time.

“I don’t think there’s really anyone who thinks you were flirting with him. Not seriously, at least.” She tries to assure him, but he’d already seen the twitter posts to contradict that before she came over. He sighs and rolls onto his back, so he’s looking up at her, and shrugs.

“I kind of don’t think there’s any avoiding it, at this point.” He mumbles. “I’m not… I’m not ready to come out, not like this. Not on this scale. I think the only thing I can do is carry on and hope it doesn’t get turned into any bigger of a deal.”

Robin hums down at him, and continues to brush his hair back out of his eyes. “Okay. So you don’t come out yet. But don’t overcompensate for it, okay?” He scrunches his face up at her, and she types something into her phone before turning it back into his face. He immediately pales, met with a photo of him out with Heidi last year. With a black eye on full display, he looks miserable behind a fake smile.

“Low blow,” he grumbles, pushing himself away from Robin to sit up beside her, and she raises her eyebrow at him, still holding the photo pointed in his direction.

“‘Maybe they won’t notice or ask why my literal teammate punched me in the face at practice if I take a fucking supermodel out to dinner.’” Robin’s imitation is a little too good, a sure sign of too much time spent together.

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it!” He asks, taking the phone off of her and closing out of the image before locking it. He drops it back into her lap with a sigh. “I just don’t know how many times I can keep getting away with hiding it.”

“Well, it helps that Billy got traded out to LA. He would be insufferable about this, and would absolutely make everything 10 times worse.” Robin muses.

Steve sighs and hesitates for a moment before dropping his head back into her lap, curling into her. “I just want it to be on my terms, when I’m ready.”

“We’ll figure it out, and it’ll all be okay, no matter what. Okay?” She assures quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek.

His phone dings with a new notification; Max texted him a screenshot from TikTok.

corrodedcoff!n: you’ve got yourself a deal 🤝🏻

[scoopsahoy]

alr i have kind of a wild request so ignore me if you dont wanna write it. you and eddie go to a house party thrown by steve (before they really knew each other) and you're dressed really provacatively. yall argue, he calls you a whore/slut, and you slap him and that awakens a new kink he didn't know he had, and yall fuck

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✰  tw ⋰ none :)

❍  cw ⋰ possessive eddie, swearing, sex + fingering, handjob, face sitting, masturbation, oral (female receiving), top!reader, dirty talk

៚  a/n ⋰ i am ✨ovulating✨ at the moment so i'm a bit feral and horny rn, maybe this will quench that thirst

✐  masterlist

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The second Eddie laid his eyes on you tonight, he felt rage bubble up in his chest. He wasn't a jealous guy by any means, but this... He couldn't help it. Seeing you in that short, tight dress with heels that accentuated your calves — your tits on full display, smushed together and jiggling with every step. It was too much for him to handle.

You wore the dress for him, knowing it would drive him up the wall with desire. But when you looked over at him, all you saw was angry jealousy. You were talking to Steve Harrington, who had a reputation of sleeping around at his parties.

You had zero intention of being the next notch on his belt, but you decided to play into Eddie's jealousy and make it worth your while.

He was protective of you. After all, you were the only girl in Hawkins who loved the Freak. And after finding you, he never intended on letting you go.

Just then, another guy with a reputation of being a bit of a man whore walked up and started a conversation with both of you. When you went to take another sip of the god-awful keg beer in your solo cup, you must've tipped it back too far and a few drops of it landed on your chest. You wiped them up, licking the beer off of your hand.

And you could've sworn you saw smoke blow out of both of Eddie's ears at this. This was the final straw, and he charged over to you, grabbing your bicep.

"Hey, babe," you said innocently.

"Can I talk to you? Alone?"

"Sure." You handed your cup to Steve. "Want the rest?"

Before he could respond, you were being dragged away by Eddie, who pulled you all the way upstairs to Steve's room (unintentionally) and shut the door behind you.

"What's up?" You kept the innocent tone.

"What's up? What's up? Seriously?"

"What? What's wrong, babe?"

"You know what's wrong."

"Enlighten me." You did know what was wrong. You knew completely. He let his jealousy get the better of him and couldn't handle the thought of other men lusting over you. He walked over to you, getting in your face.

In a low, deep voice, he said, "You show up to this party in that... dress. Showing every possible square inch of yourself."

"For you."

"No, no, no. Not for me. Not just for me."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Your tone was coy, fighting back a grin. "I think I'm actually dressed pretty modestly."

"Drop the act, Y/N." You rolled your eyes.

"What, I thought you liked public teasing."

"Yeah, when you're not surrounded by guys who would fuck the living daylights out of you."

"I think you're overestimating their abilities."

"You know both Steve and that other guy would fuck anything that moves, and you sit there, dripping beer on your tits and fake flirting with them."

"God, Eddie, I'm sorry. You normally go for this shit. How was I supposed to know it was any different?"

You turned to walk away from him.

"Because you're not usually dressed like a whore."

Without even a second to let that simmer, you were turning back around to face him, and your hand smacked him across the face so hard he froze, his head turned to the side.

You didn't even realize you were doing that before you could stop yourself. It was like instinct took over and you couldn't control yourself.

Neither of you moved for a few seconds. You were breathing heavily, both with rage and surprise.

He raised a hand to his cheek, flexing his jaw. His skin was red and hot, and the look in his eyes changed.

"Well, I guess... I probably deserved that."

"You think?"

Something out of the bottom corner of your vision caught your eye. You looked down to see a quickly growing tent in his pants.

"Eddie-"

"That was, uh... kinda hot."

"What?"

"I think... I liked that."

"What, getting slapped?"

He nodded. "It felt kind of good."

"You're joking."

A few seconds of silence passed before he grabbed your face and slammed your lips together. You immediately kissed back and he began backing you up towards the bed, dropping you down onto it.

"What's the word?" he asked, beckoning your safe word out of you.

"Zeppelin."

He smiled. "Good girl. Want me to fuck you on Harrington's bed, hm?"

"Yes," you moaned, his fingers wrapping lightly around your throat.

Without another word, he dropped to his knees on the floor, grabbing you by the thighs and yanking you towards him. Your ass was practically hanging off the bed, the only thing separating his mouth and your pussy being your underwear.

That didn't last long though, as they slid off your legs easily. He shoved them into his pocket, not intending to give them back for the night. The thought of you going commando at a party right after sex only made him harder, if that was even possible.

"What do you want?" he asked, his breath on your wet skin making you squirm.

"Eddie, please," you muttered, looking down at him.

"Uh-uh, you have to say it. 'Please' won't get you what you want."

"God, Eddie. I want your face buried in me."

"In where?"

"In my pussy. Please."

He didn't comply. He loved to tease you. Make you crumble under him. Instead of doing what you were asking for, he decided to finger you as slowly as humanly possible.

The initial touch was a bit of a relief, but his lack of speed could've made you cry.

"I don't think so."

"Ugh, please."

"I already told you, please isn't gonna get you anything. We're gonna try something new."

Admittedly, this is not where you'd prefer to branch out and try new things. But he moved you off the bed, instead taking your place laying down. He was on his back, his head on the pillow. He motioned for you to come over to him and mount him.

You complied, but he moved you up even further. You were straddling his face, looking down at him.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

Without answering you, he wrapped his arms around your hips from behind and pulled your body down, finally latching onto your clit with his mouth.

You gripped the headboard and gasped, immediate relief from the teasing making you feel warm.

"Fuck," you whispered, one hand reaching down to place itself on top of his. As you ground into his face, you couldn't help but feel like you were suffocating him. You tried to move backwards a little bit and give his nose more room, but his grip on you was strong, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

You reached behind you and cupped his crotch with your hand and he groaned into you. Your head was thrown back, your back arched and your hips desperately swaying into his tongue.

"Fuck, Eddie, I'm not gonna last much longer."

He tried his damndest to hold you still, but for some reason this position was much more intense than normal oral. So when you finally came — hard — you were glad there was music blasting outside.

You tried to cover your mouth with your hand, but he reached up and pulled it away, wanting to hear your whines and moans. Watching you from this angle was driving him insane. He'd never seen how much you really move when you cum, as you were normally on your back. But right now you could move freely, and you couldn't control yourself.

When he finally stopped his tongue, he scooched you down to sit in his lap. He sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close.

He kissed you roughly, smearing your lipgloss all over your faces.

"Baby," he whispered, looking up at you.

"Hm?"

"I want you to be on top tonight."

"But I'm never on top."

"I know. But I want you to be dominant this time."

"Eddie, I'm not dominant. You know that."

"When you slapped me... I liked it. I want you to do it again."

You furrowed your brows. "You... want me to hurt you?" He nodded. "That was in the heat of the moment. I don't think I could do it again if I tried."

"Then I want you to choke me, like I do to you." You gently placed your fingers around his neck, your fingertips pressing lightly. "Just like that. But harder." You squeezed the sides of his throat. His eyes lit up and he smiled. "There you go."

You also smiled a bit and pushed him down so he was laying on his back again. You crawled down between his legs, unbuckling his belt. Seeing you on top of him, undoing his clothes for him almost made him want to flip you over and fuck you as hard as he could. But the idea of you on top of him, fucking him, almost made him feel like he was going to combust.

Your hand around his girth broke him out of his imagination, a soft moan slipping out of his mouth.

"Y'know, the tables have turned a bit, here," you said seductively.

"Mhm."

"I'm used to you teasing me. But I don't usually get to do the teasing." You swiped your thumb over his swollen tip, which made him jump. "You like to go slow when you tease me. Painfully slow." You calmly and casually stroked him, keeping your speed at a minimum. "Now you get to see how it feels."

He was a puddle under you. Normally when you gave him handjobs, you would use both hands, as that's what it took to completely engulf him. But right now, you were only using one. And it was driving him insane. You could see his stomach muscles tensing, rippling at the lack of motion.

"Y/N, please."

"Ah-ah-ah. What was it you said to me earlier? 'Please' won't get you what you want." He chuckled at this, silently cursing himself for saying that. "You want me to fuck you?"

You weren't sure where you mustered up this confidence. Maybe it was seeing him writhing under you, you finally understood what it was like from his perspective.

Having someone whimpering and begging at your actions, pleading for more. Needing more from you.

"Yes."

"How bad?"

"So fucking bad."

You slowly licked a single stripe up from the base to the tip of his cock, making him thrust his hips gently.

You giggled to yourself, adjusting your position again so your hips were on top of his. His dick was pinned between his stomach and your wet pussy. You ground against it, sliding him through your folds.

His hands were on your thighs, his nails slightly digging into your skin.

"Tell me how much you want it," you whispered, reaching down and pushing his hair off his face.

"I need it so bad, baby."

"How bad?"

"So bad that if you don't fuck me right now I'm gonna flip you over and do it myself."

Without another word, you sunk down onto him, both of you sighing of relief. You threw your head back and got used to him inside of you, not used to having to make the next move.

You braced yourself on his abdomen, your hands pressing into his skin.

You got your rhythm down pretty quickly, figuring out how to maneuver your hips and not your whole body. And not long after, your hand found his throat, pressing against the sides.

His eyes rolled back into his head, the slight lack of oxygen at your control feeling ridiculously good. He couldn't believe he hadn't asked you to do this before.

He was beginning to give into the urge of thrusting, and when you noticed, you stopped your movements and stopped choking you.

"What happened?" he whined. That tone was an insane turn-on, how desperately, frantically he needed you.

"No moving," you commanded, which was something he would say to you when he would eat you out. "Keep your hips completely still or I stop."

"God, you're good at this."

You began moving again, and it didn't take long for him to get close. Normally he lasted for a while, but being dominated made him feel like he was going to bust after only about three minutes.

"Y/N, I'm getting close."

"Not yet."

"What?"

"No cumming yet. You have to wait."

The roles were reversed. He loved edging you, forcing you to hold off your orgasm until he said you could cum. And you understood why. Holding someone's orgasm in your hands, forbidding them to reach it until you allowed it was doing something to you.

"I can't- I can't wait," he choked, really squeezing your skin.

"Too bad, you have to." You reached down and began masturbating, getting yourself there so he could too. You squeezed his neck as you felt the familiar sensation building in your belly. "I'm getting close too, I'll tell you when."

He screwed his eyes shut tightly, throwing his head back. He looked heavenly in this position, putty in your hands. He was mumbling 'fuck, fuck, fuck' to himself, taking everything in him to hold his cum in.

"Eddie," you squealed. "Cum."

You'd never heard him scream when he came, but this ripped through him. He was incapable of being quiet like he normally was. His grunts and groans were animalistic and caveman-like. You'd never heard sounds like this come from him. Maybe it was the oxygen being cut off, or the position.

He couldn't resist thrusting his hips up as you came, which worked out perfectly because you could barely move as you trembled.

Tears fell down your cheeks and you moaned so loudly it hurt your throat.

When he stopped moving, you laid your chest against him, his cock still inside of you. You breathed in sync, neither of you opening your eyes. Eventually, he wrapped his hands around your back and held you close.

He planted a kiss to the top of your head and smirked.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N. We should've done this forever ago."

"Yeah," was all you could muster.

It took you guys a moment to move, but when you finally did, you pulled your dress back down to cover your thighs.

"Can I have my underwear back?" you asked.

"I think I'll keep 'em. Make it a reminder not to flirt with other guys."

"But if I never teased you, this would've never happened."

He laughed. "Very true. Maybe I'll allow it sometimes."

[tevaselmundogiraalreves]

BUDDIE FIC RECS PART 2

Okay heres more fics cause ive been reading so so much lately, i cannot and will not be stopped. Heres the first list. I will most prob keep on making lists cause i honestly cannot stop reading. Once again, in no particular order:

Songbird by @colonoscopys - Goes first cause i just finished reading this one. FREAK EDDIE IS MY PASION. I said it already but at one point eddie eats bucks hair. Its awesome! FreakxFreak DumbxDumb

a bleeding sun on a silver screen by @hoediaz EVERYONE ALREADY READ THIS ONE RIGHT? IF NOT WTF ARE YOU EVEN DOING GO! ACTORS AU YOU WILL NE FAMOUS FOREVER.

chess inside my chest by @buick118 - HELLOOOO THIS ONE FIXED SOMETHING INSIDE MY CHEST "heart clipped in the backseat with his headphones already secured over his ears." I NEED AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS WRITING ❤️‍🩹

Two, Three Times in a Row by leslie_knope i honestly have no words for how much i love this fic, i reread it all the time, like ive reread it so much its embarrasing. Some of the best smut ive read.

wanna do a bad thing twice by @coldbam BUCK IS SUCH A FREAK GOD HE IS SUCH A FREAK

(You know what actually there are 2 more fics were buck is the freakiest hes ever been so ill put them right below ⬇️)

slow motion, double vision in rose blush by @saryasy Eddie Diaz. His friend. His Eddie. Has kissed a man. Which is strange because Buck is sure as hell he'd remember kissing Eddie.

Me at Buck: FREAAAAAAAAK

Also special mention to that flashback WOW!

i can tell just what you want (you don't want to be alone) by @tallsinspace Buck loses it every single time this is so awesome, it was so FUN reading INFIDELEDDIE this hiatus 🫶🏽

songs and poems and promises by @lesbianrobin buck summer of disatisfaction turns around thanks to eddie god they are so in love! Also special mention to chim well and maddie lets fucking goooooo

we keep this love in a photograph by @burnthatbridge its just so so freaking beautiful. Buck chooses eddies pics for his dating app after he comes out...

the tortured poets department by @colonoscopys once again the kind of fic that you wanna reread again and again.

"The first time Buck touched him, Eddie blew an ambulance up."

still sitting in a corner i haunt by @cal-daisies-and-briars i just love this one so much, should reread it, trust me its worth it.

we're not in love (but the sex is good) by elless. Idk i loved this one. Buddie are not even friends they just want the benefits as soon as they meet. The transition from that to them actually getting to know each other so naturally and start caring about each other is so beautiful.

in the passenger seat by @livingincolorsagain Evan Buckley was put on God’s green earth to drive Eddie Diaz around.

Just BEAUTIFUL.

tying you to me by @hoediaz ONCE AGAIN PERFECT TYPE OF WRITING. Buddie meet each other after 5x11. SO ORIGINAL GOD.

the soft animal of your body by @hattalove . This is a coda to another fic but can be read on its own. Just beautiful beautiful love making. I think i commented that i felt like they were making love with the words they were saying to each other just sitting on the kitchen table talking.

we could follow the sparks, i’ll drive by @markofalover bucks kink should be people calling him mr. diaz and thinking hes eddies husband.

Wait for me there by @kitkatpancakestack Childhood friends reunite after 8 years. I just really really loved this one. Those flashbacks to the past are so beautiful.

wanna be your endgame by literalmetaphor gotta be honest dont see this happening in canon at all cause the second eddie confesses buck would go down on his knees lets be honest. BUT this was so great! I loved it.

Pivot Tables by rainbowninja167 Does it show that i love reading buddie being so freaky and so kinky. Ill just say this: educational sex. Buck brings on the clipboard. Obsessed with this one.

I Broke What You Gave Me, But You Kept Giving More by rcdwings. memory loss buck cant remember his husband. Listen im not always a fun of memory loss fics but i loved this one i loved the twist.

there's a word for it, I'm sure by @ithilien-writes i have to reread this one asap cause i loved it so so much they are just so in love with each other but cant admit it so they just start having sex about it. And god they love esch other.

i could give you fifty reasons by @marviless buck FLIRTS with eddie cause he just want ti help. God this one was so much fun. I remember laughing out loud. I gotta reread.

beating the horse by @doitbuckley Eddie is moving to Texas. Buck finally figures out what he wants. Perfect read to the end of 8a.

In the Back Seat, Windows Up by @semperama SEX IN THE BACKSIT OF THE TRUCK LETSFUCKINGGOOOOOO

Play Me For Keeps by @semperama this one made me feel so MANY things in less than 1k words I WAS WONDERSTRUCK HONESTLY SMILING FROM EAR TO EAR

would you lie with me and just forget the world by @colonoscopys reread this one recently GODDDDD if you havent just go read it right now!!! Childhood friends to lovers for the win always.

your beauty (not just a mask) by @aashiqeddiediaz these next two fics GOD well i have a thing for mirrors and sex in front of mirrors apparently so... this i top tier for me. This one is the shorter one in front of the bathroom mirror 100/10 no notes.

my mirror (staring back at me) by @aashiqeddiediaz this one is longer. Mirror in the bedroom......... Eddie notices bucks insecurities and well he does smth about it ❤️‍🔥 such a fave of mine. It has everything!!!

Dreaming of a White Christmas by rosebuddiekin . Oh boy!!!... just gonna leave the blurb here cause no words could ever be enough: "Buck accepts a challenge to be edged in his and Eddie's own version of the 12 Days of Christmas and loses his mind a little more with each one." (Btw if someone knows the author please lmk. They put a link to their tumblr on ao3 but it doesnt work for me.)

[munsonsmixtapes]

i dont know if this is already written but could you write reader is chrissy’s bestfriend who likes eddie and chrissy knows about the readers crush and then gets with eddie and the readers is so heart broken but at the end she finally gets eddie thank uu 🤭😇

Eddie Munson x cheerleader!reader

cw: hurt/comfort

You find yourself at yet another sleepover at Chrissy’s. It seems like you’ve spent every weekend there, especially during the school year when she can drive the both of you there. Her house has easily become a second home to you and you really enjoy going over there.

Especially considering that she’s your best friend and has been since you could remember. In fact, you don’t really have any memories where Chrissy wasn’t present. Your earliest memory was your third birthday and the two of you were side by side as you both blew out the candles on your cake. You look back on that moment often and even have a photo of it on your desk in your room.

You’re both on Chrissy’s bed giggling at a movie that plays on the TV, both ogling the male lead who just so happens to look like your crush. If you’re being honest, though, that’s the only reason why you’re watching.

You’ve been crushing on Eddie since the moment you saw him. Unlike everyone else, you seem to see him for who exactly he is, even stand up for him when your friends make fun of him. You don’t know why everyone seems to hate him when he’s morning but a sweetheart, at least, from what you’ve seen.

You’ve only been to a few Hellfire sessions but from what you’ve gathered, he’s super sweet and just all around a goofball. So why people keep calling him a freak and think that he’s the devil incarnate you’ll never understand.

He goes out of his way to help you when you’re lost and it warms your heart every time, making you fall for him even harder. You know it seems silly, but you can't help it. You see the real him, the dside he's aafraid to show to just anyone and that makes you feel special, like you're actually apart of his group.

But the thing that hurts the most is that you know how badly he's crushing on Chrissy, because of course he is. Because she's popular, pretty, and sweet. Because it just makes sense that he would crush on one of the most popular girls in school. Because your life is so unfair that that just makes sense.

"He looks kind of like..." she pauses, turning to you. Chrissy knows all about your crush on Eddie and is quick to tease you about it any chance she gets. She doesn't understand why you would like someone like him where there are plenty of fish in the sea. If she's being honest, though, she only does it because that's the only thing she has on you. Because she's envious of you and that's the only was she knows she can get under your skin. She knows it's wrong, especially when you're friends, but she's jealous of you, , she sees you as a threat, so she'll do anything to get you out of her way.

"Does he?" You play dumb but she's not buying it as she gives you a shove while throwing some popcorn that's sitting in the bowl between you two at you.

"That's the whole reason why you wanted to watch this, isnt it?" She asks with a laugh and you feel your cheeks heat as your secret has finally been revealed.

"Maybe," you draw out the word as you throw some popcorn back and she manages to catch it in her mouth.

"Do you really think it's good idea getting close to him? I mean, isn't he a devil worshipper or whatever?" He's not and she knows that. She's just trying to push your buttons, trying to make you see how wrong you are. Because as your friend, she feels like she needs to guide you in the right direction. Because how bad would it look if her best friend was hanging out with the Hellfire club, let alone their leader?

"No," you shake your head furiously. "He's not at all. And you'd know that if you went to any of the sessions with me."

"I'm busy, y/n, and you know that. And it's not like I'd spend my one free night a week with a bunch of losers. Present company included."

Your mouth falls open at the last sentence and you have to turn away so she won’t see the tears forming in your eyes. Anyone else calling you that would be one thing, but your best friend? Well, she might have stabbed you in the back with how betrayed you felt.

You stand from the bed and turn your back to her, wiping your tears from your cheeks before collecting your duffel bag from the floor and putting the strap over your shoulder.

“Oh, c’mon, y/n,” Chrissy rolls her eyes as you turn face her. “You’re not really leaving because of this, are you?”

“I am,” you nod. “You don’t want to hang out with a loser like me anyway,” you mumble, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you move towards the door, but Chrissy stops you when she puts her hand on her shoulder.

"Look," she sighs, turning you around to face her. "I'm just tell it like it is. Ever since you started hanging out with those weirdos, you've changed. You've been dressing differently," she refers to your outfit which consits of your Hellfire shirt you had worn for the session that night. "And you didn't even come to the game tonight. We were one man down for what? So you could go worship the devil? We really needed you, y/n. You're our best flyer."

"I'm sorry, I just-" You're afraid to tell her that it's because you don't like what you've become by hanging out with the popular crowd. You want to surround yourself with good people and you're sure that the hellfire club is filled with just that. You don't care about their reputations nor understand why Chrissy does.

"You're just what y/n?" Chrissy asks, her words sounding like venom and you step back, suddently afraid of her. "You hanging out with them makes me weird by association and do you know what that does for the head cheerleader? It means that those freaks think they can talk to me and that's all your fault. So if you want to continue to be friends with me, you're going to have to cut them off."

You let her words sink in, and tghe more you look at her, the more you don't recognizer her. The person standing in front of you may look like Chrissy, but she's definitely not behaving like her. And suddenly, you're feeling sick as you realize what you have to do. You don't want to, but what other choice do you have?

"You've actually made this so easy for me. Goodbye, Chrissy," you turn on your heel to head towards the door, but she stands in front of it, preventing you from leaving.

"You're not serious," she shakes her head, a humorless passing through her lips. "You're ending fifteen years of friendships for some guy? What the fuck, y/n?"

"Not, not for some guy, Chrissy. I'm doing it for myself because I deserve better. Now if you'll excuse me," you motion for her to move out of the way. You can paractically see the smoke coming out of her ears as you step aside, but that't not your problem anymore.

You open the door and hurry down the stairs as you feel more tears trailing down your cheeks as Chrissy calls after you.

"And don't think you can ever step foot in here again!"

Oh, you won't. You have no reason to.

You get out the front door and slam it closed as you step out onto the porch, realizing that she drove you home, but thankfully, you live just up the street. And because you seem to have really shitty luck, it begins to pour rain. You don't care anymore, though. You just need to get home. So you sprint that way, not sto[[ing undtipping until you get to your front door, -hurrying up to your room, hoping that your parents dont hear you.

As soon as your up the stairs, you hurry to the bathroom and strip your soaked clothes before turning on the shower. Once it’s hot enough, you step in, and as you’re doing all the tasks, you suddenly feel so much lighter even though you’re sobbing.

You’ve been wanting to end your friendship with Chrissy for a while, you just never thought it’d be like this. Because she’s more worried about her own image than she is about you. That’s the part that hurts the most, you think. She knows how happy being a part of hellfire makes you, it’s the first time you’ve actually felt like you belonged. And here she is, asking you to give it up like it’s nothing because it makes her look bad.

She knows that you’ve never liked being a cheerleader. It was just something that the two of you could do together so she forced you to try out with her freshman year. And yeah, maybe you should have told her you weren’t going to be at the game tonight, but you didn’t want to hear it.

After your shower, you cry yourself to sleep, mourning the loss of your friendship, the memories you had made together over the years, the person you thought you knew but clearly didn’t.

You spend the entire weekend in your room ignoring Chrissy’s calls, trying to work on your homework. She thinks it’s just a little fight, that you were being dramatic, but you’re not giving in this time. All ties have been cut and you’re not going to let her suck you back in. This is for the better, you know it.

-

Monday rolls around pretty quickly and all you’re looking forward to is seeing Eddie. You wanted to go over to his trailer after you let Chrissy’s on Friday night, but you didn’t want to bother him. After hellfire, he has talked about going him and planning the next session so you didn’t want to be a distraction.

He spots you by your locker and makes a beeline for you, hurrying to pull his gift for you out of his backpack. You spot him down the hallway and feel your heartbeat quicken as you realize that he's approaching you. He's got on that big grin and you can't help but match it.

"Hey," he greets. "How great was that session the other night?" He's filled with pride and normally, you would have haearts in your eyes, but not today. You haven't even thought about him the entire weekend, Chrissy taking up every square of your brain.

"Really great," you agree with a nod as you take the book you need for first period out of your locker and put it in your backpack. You can tell that he thinks something's off and you want to tell him about Chrissy and what happened over the weekend. You think it'll make you feel better and Eddie's always a great listener.

"You know, you never answered my call last night, is everything-" Eddie's question is cut off by Chrissy resting her hand on his shoulder and right before you can ask what's going on, she turns him to face her and presses a kiss to his lips. You feel bile rising in you throat as you watch them, that pit that's been in your stomach the entire weekend growing larger and larger.

"Hey, baby," she says as she runs her fingers through his hair. And that's when it all clicks for you. They're together. So, what, first she calls him edvery name in the book and now she's kissing him and calling him baby? How much had you missed since Friday?

She then turns to you and puts on a devilish grin, still running her hands through the hair you had fantasized about touching, almost as if she's trying to taunt you. You can tell by the look on her face that she's up to something and you hate that she's using Eddie just to prove a point.

"What's going on?" You ask even though you don't want actually want to hear it and are pretty sure that you already know the answer.

"Oh," she lets out a laugh that sounds condescending, as if she's making fun of you, and she definitely is. Because, after all, you're more often than not the butt of all of Chrissy's jokes. "Didn't Eddie tell you?" She asks, tilting her head to the side as her eyebrows furrow. "He's my boyfriend now."

In that moment, your vision blurs and you're sure that you're either going to pass out or throw up or both. This is all so sick and twisted, even for Chrissy. None of this was making any sense to you and you desperately needed to find out what had happened over the weekend.

Without a word, you grab her by the arm and pull her into one of the emtpy classrooms. You don't know what she's playing at, but you really want to get to the bottom of it. You knew that Eddie had been crushing on her, but Chrissy wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole. And that was a direct quote.

You shut the door and left it cracked, giving Eddie the perfet opportunity to eavesdrop. He ws normally a nosy person, but he just had to know what was going on between the two of you.

“This is low, even for you,” you told her and she just rolls her eyes again then leans against one of the tables.

“You’re just mad that I got to him first,” she replies almost as if she’s bored. She’s examining her nails almost as if she thinks this conversation isn’t important to her.

“No,” you glare at her. “I’m mad that you’re using him just to get back at me.”

“You know, not everything is about you, y/n. Maybe I really like Eddie.” You both know the truth and she hates that you’ve clocked it.

“But you don’t. This is just your sick form of revenge for me ending our friendship. I wonder what Eddie would say if he found out the real reason why you’re dating him.”

Eddie’s eyes widen at the revelation. He knew something was up with the whole thing, but he just didn’t know what. Now he had proof of what Chrissy had done. God, he felt so fucking stupid. He actually thought that she had liked him but apparently he had been wrong.

Before he could stop himself, he was bursting through the door. Anger was bubbling up inside him and he wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to do, but he had to say something.

“What?” He spits and the girls turn towards him, their eyes widening as they step away from each other.

“Eddie-“ Chrissy tries to say, but Eddie holds his hands up, cutting her off.

“I can’t believe-“ he lets out a deep breath. “I can’t believe I actually fell for that bullshit.”

“What bullshit? Eddie, I love you.”

“No you don’t. Because when you love someone, you don’t use their feelings for you as a way to get back at someone. Whatever we had is over now.” You can practically see the smoke coming out of his ears and he turns to you, his face softening.

He can see tears welling in your eyes when you look at him and his heart breaks for you. He doesn’t care about how he feels anymore. Being used is one thing, but being used to hurt the girl he likes is another.

He had liked Chrissy from the beginning, but then you came along. And you were sweet and smart and kind and you treated him like he was a normal person, not some freak. He really liked you, but Chrissy had convinced him that you liked someone else. But why would you have cared so much if you had? You like him too, don’t you?

He watches you flee the room in a blur and without another thought, he follows behind you, ignoring Chrissy calling behind him. He chases after you, hurrying down the school hallway as you make your way to the parking lot.

“Y/n!” He calls after you. He’s not going to let you get away until he tells you exactly how he feels. “Y/n!”

You ignore him and head to your car, feeling tears streaming down your cheeks. He comes up behind you as you use your key to unlock the driver’s seat door and you can’t get yourself to turn around.

“Can you please look at me?” He asks, the words sounding so pathetic, so desperate, and you feel your heart clench as you hear them.

Without a word, you turn around and Eddie’s quick to wipe the tears away with the pad of his thumb. And then by your surprise, he presses his lips to yours as his hands move up to cup your cheeks.

You’re quick to respond, your lips moving with his as your arms wrap around his neck pulling him closer to you.

“It’s you,” he mumbles against your lips. “It’s always been you.”

“It’s always been you too.”

You stay like that for a while, everything else completely irrelevant except for each other. You just want to be wrapped up in him forever, totally unaware that he had felt the same way until now. And there was absolutely no way you were letting him go.

[chronicowboy]

because we know all it takes for evan buckley to have an epiphany is a Single Kiss i think gerard should be saying some bullshit about the 118 turning a bunch of good manly firemen gay and then he turns to eddie and is like "better watch out, diaz, don't want the rainbow to catch you too" and eddie is fed up of this man's bullshit actually so just walks over to buck (he's closest, that's why, that's the ONLY reason guys, stop laughing at him) and plants a Very Firm kiss right on buck's mouth and whilst mildly (see: on the verge of another heart attack panic attack) freaking out (buck is essentially catatonic at this point btw) turns around to captain bigot like "whoops i think the mustache must have caused some drag, slowed me down, couldn't outrun the rainbow, anybody want any skittles? want to taste the rainbow, captain?" hen and chimney are holding in gleeful laughter. buck hasn't breathed once. eddie runs away to go freak out in private. buck looks at chimney for help who just throws his hands up like "i'm not kissing you", looks to hen "hey now don't look at me these lips are for karen and karen only". buck, in an act of both extreme self preservation and destruction goes "GUYS eddie just kissed me! he's clearly in crisis mode. we need to do something about this!" bonus: cut to eddie heading into a confessional booth like "i kissed my best friend and technically made him cheat on his boyfriend but i don't feel all that bad about it and i only did it to get back at a bigot and i know revenge is frowned upon by the bible but that guy wasn't loving thy neighbor you know. anyway is kissing a man a sin? ive heard conflicting things so id love some clarification on that because i might want to do it again" and the hot priest's katy perry ringtone goes off again, he hasn't learnt from his mistakes with bobby in s1, and hot priest is like "haha well as you can probably tell i dont preach loving men as a sin in my congregation" and eddie's like ".....oh..... my god ?????" they're both flustered by each other so they both accidentally come out of the confessional at the same time and look at each other and eddie's like "oh im definitely going to hell" and hot priest laughs before smiling shyly and goes "want to tell me about your best friend?"

[justmeinadaze]

Late Night Circus (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I'm on my period and Im feeling some type of way so sue me lol When you picture the club and performances, think of it like Moulin Rouge. That's kind of what I pulled from as well as the scene in The Lone Ranger (a terrible movie you probably didn't see) where they go to meet Helena Bonham Carter.

This dynamic is a bit different than what I normally do but I dont want to quite put a label on it. Just know these three care for each other and are needy as hell lol

Warnings: I'm gonna call them escorts definitely leading more towards subby Steddie & leaning a bit more towards dominate definitely confident and commands a room plus size fem Y/N, SMUT, sub/dom dynamics, dirty talk, lingerie, etc.

ANGST, I'm going to explore it more later but both boys did sign up to work at the club so they aren't there quite against their will but it is made clear that they can't just leave. This is an established relationship and they do all care about each other but there is still angst fodder for later (i.e. power dynamic, her status in society, etc.)

Mentions of the readers weight but very brief (she talks about people underestimate her and think she can't get a date because of her size), Y/N is definitely possessive of them, Mentions of Steve getting hurt (punished) not by Y/N, mentions of them becoming being protective over her (hating the thought of people talking about how she looks)

Word Count: 4797

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"Welcome to the late-night circus Where you could be a freak on purpose Under the sheets, you know I'm lurking You know me, do you like what you see? Do you like what you see?"

The Late Night Circus was one of the best kept secrets everyone within the city knew about. 

People went to the club shaped like a dent during the weekdays but only the elite graced their presence on the weekend. No one would ever expect you to be there. You, a successful woman of parents who were prominent members of society. 

Carrying a confidence that intimidated so many, you never seemed like the kind of person who would pay for sex like the other rich assholes around you who fucked women out in the open at parties with no shame. 

What they didn’t know was you weren’t paying for sex but time. 

Time with not just anyone but them.

While everyone in the lowly lit building wore a masquerade mask of some kind both men always knew when you were in the room…out in the audience…watching. While other women wore elegant gowns, you wore a pant suit that not only showed off your juicy curves but commanded respect, not just from the performers but people around you. 

Your heels would click along the floor over the loud sounds of laughter and conversation around you as you found your table in front of the stage. 

The Ringmaster would begin to speak, asking people to take a seat and quiet down. If only he knew the power he wielded. No one could tell these rich pricks anything but they always listened, finding a place to sit as the show began. 

It was always an elaborate of affair of gorgeous men and women dancing in lingerie or revealing garments that showed off the goods they had to sell. 

You waited patiently, appreciating each performer for their talent and beauty but when the electric guitar began to play a shiver of excitement ran through your body. 

You smirked as women danced around him while a cigarette dangled from his lips and his long, thick fingers strummed the strings of his guitar. Sweat clung to the tattoos on his bare chest and the tight black underwear they had him donning left nothing to the imagination. 

Dipping his head back, he shook his long hair away from his eyes, meeting yours hidden behind a black mask before winking your way. 

Eddie was a charmer and his kind heart combined with his crass attitude was something you mentally devoured. You could listen to him talk for hours but they were only yours for the night. His lips could move a mile a minute as he spoke but between your legs, he was slow and methodical as his tongue repeatedly pushed you to the edge. 

A spotlight illuminated the sexy back above the stage in a swing as he slowly descended and the cheers erupted around him. You didn’t need to see his face to know who it was. You had licked up and down his spine numerous times while your strap on pushed deep inside him as he begged for more. 

Tonight, they had both men matching with this particular boy in a black G-string that could barely contain him as the garter and lace along his legs had your breath catching in your throat. Steve’s best feature may have been his hair but no one could deny how delicious his chest looked with abs that you desperately wanted to kiss. 

You appreciated the spectacle at The Late Night Circus but the show was more for everyone else. At this point, everyone knew that Eddie and Steve were always taken on Saturday nights by the mysterious woman in all black. The Ringmaster insisted that they were still apart of the show and had to perform, however. Steve sat pretty on his swing showing off his muscles and Eddie usually played his guitar as dancers moved around him. 

If anything, it pissed you off more that people were staring and eye fucking something that belonged to you. 

As the show came to a close, you listened as people around you spoke in vulgarities about the people they were going to choose. Some of them had the audacity to mention them and it took all your energy not to snap. 

“VIP members, if you will follow me.”

You rose with your money in hand, waiting in line for your turn to finish your deal.

“Ah Lady in Black, how are we tonight?”

“Just fine, Ringmaster.”, you reply flatly as you hand him the bills and he grins wickedly.

“Wonderful. You know the rules so I don’t need to reiterate.” You nod, stepping forward into the back area where the private rooms were located before his voice gives you pause. “Oh, and by the way, Steven may not be 100% so don’t go too hard. You never do but…”

“Why wouldn’t he be at 100%?”, you asked with an edge to your tone that had his head tilting in amusement. You were one of the few people that had the nerve to speak up to him and he appreciated that…to a point…

“Let’s just say he disobeyed so he was punished.”

“You put your hands on him?”, you growled.

The Ringmaster chuckled sarcastically, turning to face you as he glared. 

“They may be yours on Saturday nights, baby, but they’re mine the rest of week.”

You two stared each other down until you finally backed away allowing him to think he won as you headed for your room. You hated the décor of these cheap little dorm style areas they shelled out for the night. For the price you were paying, the least they could do is allow you to bring them home or put you in a nicer area.

After taking off your mask, you untie your hair and shake it out as the sound of a door slowly opening filled your ears. Strong arms wrapped around your stomach and you finally allowed yourself to smile as you leaned your head back to meet Eddie’s lips with your own. 

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hey.” When he lets you go, you turn to hug Steve who winces slightly in your grip. “Ringmaster told me he hurt you. Why?”

The boy smiled at your concerned tone, cupping your cheeks to kiss you before taking a seat on the mattress. 

“Between the show he has us putting on every weekend and the clients we service through the week, honey, you’re our only reprieve. You are the only thing we look forward to.” As he speaks his voice breaks as he tries to keep himself in check and your heart breaks. “He’s been talking about filling your slot so I confronted him.”

“Excuse me?”, you grumble in immense anger, not even thinking as you turn to go confront him before Eddie hastily grabs your wrist and places you back between them. “I’m not going to allow that. I don’t care what I have to do.”

Steve smiles up at you as the long-haired boy pets your head and kisses your temple. 

“How did he punish you?”

“He, um, had his asshole goons hurt me. Not the face though…just right here.”, he gestures absently at his torso. 

Taking a couple steps towards him, you sink to your knees between his legs and a heavy sigh left his chest when your hand lightly grazes his ribs down his sides. 

“Right there? Am I hurting you, baby?”

“No, no. I just like when you touch me. Even if it’s just this.”

You softly smiled as you leaned over and gently kissed his skin. When your lips trailed along his tummy, Steve took hold of your face, tilting your head to kiss you. 

“I’m so sorry you’re hurting. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“You can’t make that promise, princess.”, the metalhead exhaled sullenly as he came to sit beside his friend. 

“Yes, I can. You can come live with me and I can take care of you.”

“How?”

“I have money.”

“Why would you put your money up for us? I mean you won’t even tell us your name, Lady.”

“Do you not want to live with me, Edward?! Would you rather stay here?!”, you screamed, agitated by his questions.

“Lady, this has been our life for so long I barely remember anything else. Add in the fact that in our experience people don’t care enough to keep us around. You’re the longest relationship we’ve had and we only see you once a week. And he’s right…we don’t know your name.”

Huffing in frustration, you rise to your feet and begin to pace. 

“I like you calling me Lady. When I met you that’s what you called me and I didn’t think to tell you my real one. Here…I’m Lady in Black. Out there I’m the ruthless business minded bitch daughter of a power couple who gave me a section of their company. I have no one out there…”

“Then…then maybe we should keep things as they are.”, Eddie murmured softly as he collected you into his arms. “Trust us, we’re a bit of a pain in the ass. You don’t want us in your life 24/7.”

The boy chuckled but behind his words you heard the pain as he broke his own heart. 

“You’re right.”, your sighed causing both their gazes to snap in your direction. “Maybe, I should go…”

As you began walking to the door, you heard the bed creak before strong hands turned you around and arms wrapped around your waist as Steve pressed his face into your belly. 

“No! No, honey, please. Don’t leave. We’re sorry. We just—”

“Shhhh. I know…I know, baby.”, you cooed as your fingers tangled in his hair, pushing him closer to your body. “Let me take care of you, sweetie.”

He smiles softly up at you, a desperate, needy energy sounding him that you couldn’t get enough of. There’s nothing in this world you enjoyed more than seeing them happy, although a close second was watching them fall apart while they were inside you. 

Gripping his bicep, you motioned for him to rise and guided him back to the bed to sit beside his friend. 

“I love these little things he’s got you both in.”, you grin as you lightly pull on the garter around his thighs making their own smiles grow. 

Any genuine emotion or facial expression you bestowed upon them pierced their souls in a good way. It was rare in their lives to see such a thing as everyone around them including the other “performers” were seeking control. They were taught early on that genuine emotion was weakness, even by their families. 

Didn’t change the fact that they still craved it and you were the only person to give them what they needed in more ways than one. 

“One day he’ll put Eddie in one of these.”, Steve teased as the other boy laughed lightly and leaned his head on his shoulder. 

“I don’t look half as good as you in lingerie.”, the long-haired boy mumbles lightly against his skin as his lips linger along his warm flesh. 

Outside this room they hid their affection for each other but for you they were open and honest. That’s all you ever really asked of them; for them to be themselves. 

“I disagree. I think a good little see-through lace corset would look amazing against your tattoos.”, you smile as you crawl over to him and straddle his waist.

“What about you, baby? You’d look so fucking sexy in something like this.”, the other man beams at you as he gestures at his ensemble and falls back against the bed to be shoulder to shoulder with Eddie. 

You knew immediately that their compliments were never part of the package that came with them. They weren’t saying things solely to make you feel good but because they were telling the truth. Men out in the real world underestimated you constantly not just because of your gender but because you weren’t the stereotypical thin girl with “elegant” features. 

When you revealed your tenacity, a new stereotype took hold. 

“Of course she’s amazing at business. She’s not distracted by dating or a social life because she fat.”

You hated that assessment for many reasons but the biggest one being that your size had nothing to do with how smart and headstrong you were. Eddie and Steve seemed to recognize that immediately and you appreciated that. 

“I have a ton of different lingerie’s at my house.”

They exchange a glance before choosing to ignore your comment as Steve leaned towards the metalhead’s shoulder and trailed his kisses up to his neck. 

“Y/N.” Both men’s attention turns to you as you straighten your back and your eyes shift towards the tacky comforter pattern behind their heads. “My name is Y/N but please don’t stop calling me Lady. Like I said…I like it.”

Ringed fingers slide effortlessly into your hair as Eddie’s palm pulls your lips to his. 

“Beautiful. Just like you, sweetheart.”, he whispers. 

“Our Lady.”, Steve murmurs into your ear as his arm circles around you to hug you both closer to his chest. 

With a smile stretched across your face, you tenderly kiss down Eddie’s body allowing your mouth and tongue to linger over every tattoo you passed. You patiently took the time to refamiliarize yourself with his smell and his taste that you missed every other day of the week. Pulling down the tight black underwear, his cock sprung free and you marveled at his size as your fingers took hold of his girth. 

“Jesus.”

Steve followed your lead and left kisses of his own down the boy’s chest. His lust ridden eyes watched you as you stroked Eddie’s length, utilizing the beads of precum as lubricant to aid you. 

“His cock is so pretty, don’t you think?”

“Yes.”, the man breathed out, licking his lips at the sight. 

Snaking your hand behind his head, you brought him closer, kissing him softly before guiding the other boy’s tip to your lips. 

“Fuck, he always tastes so good.”

“Yeah, he does.”, Steve purred as he subtly began grinding against the mattress underneath him. 

“Hey, now, needy boy. You have to control yourself.”, you lightly scolded, your eyes locking with his as your tongue darted out to lick Eddie’s slit. 

“Fuck, baby, please.”, he whined as his fingers pet your hair. 

“Can you behave?”

“Yes, honey, I promise.”

Seemingly satisfied with his response you offered him what he wanted and he graciously enveloped Eddie’s dick into his awaiting mouth. 

“Look at you. Taking him so well. I could watch you do this for hours. Just let him keep coming down your pretty throat.”

“T-That’s it, Steve.”, Eddie whimpered as the man took him all the way to the back of his throat leaving a cascade of drool in his wake. 

“Do you want him, Ed? Do you want to taste him?”

“Yes, Lady, baby.”

Gently pulling at his hair, the boy comes off him with a pop and aggressively leans towards you to capture your lips. 

“Not yet, sweetie. Let him taste you. Sit on his face.”

Grinning like a kid in a candy store, Steve bounces up the bed and straddles Eddie’s face, groaning when hands cling to his thighs and his tongue flicks at his entrance. Taking over where he left off you open your mouth wide and flatten your tongue as you bob your head along his length. 

“Shit, Eddie. Your mouth…your mouth feels so fucking good.”

Your eyes flick up to watch as the metalhead sucks on one of the other boy’s balls causing an obscene sound to fall from his lips as he aggressively strokes his cock with his fist. 

“Slow down, Stevie. I want you to cum inside me.” Seeing his face twitch with need, you fly up towards him and cup your hands to his cheeks. “Don’t fucking cum, Steven. Tonight you’re both mine and I want you to cum while my pussy is squeezing your dick.”

“Baby, please.”, he begs as his palms cup your face in return. “I’m so close.”

You tap on Eddie’s chest and he promptly stops what he’s doing eliciting a moan to fall from the other boy’s lips as his hands fall to hold your wrist. 

“I’m sorry, honey. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Tilting his head, you kiss his forehead and the soft action sends a chill of pleasure through his body. They both loved and needed your affection like a drug they never wanted to stop taking. 

Watching with needy eyes, their irises followed you around the room as you casually removed the rest of your clothing. In anticipation, Eddie slowly stroked himself, zeroing in on the slick that was glistening on your inner thighs. 

You were just as hungry as they were but you were better at keeping it reigned in. 

“She’s so fucking perfect.”, he murmured to his friend who nodded earnestly in agreement.

“Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Always, sweetheart.”, Eddie grinned as you climbed on top of him with your back facing him. 

He held himself steady, watching between your bodies as you slowly sunk down on his cock. 

“Goddamn it, Lady, your pussy feels so fucking good. You have no idea.”

After a few cursory rolls of your hips, you leaned your back against his chest and he held you tightly as you kissed his cheek. 

“I feel good?”

“Yeah, princess, you do. So fucking tight.”

Planting his feet into the bed, he thrust up into you immediately hitting that spot inside you only they had ever reached. 

“Ah, my god.”

The feeling of electricity shot through your body and when your fingers reached down, they were promptly tangled into Steve’s fluffy head of hair between your legs. His tongue flicked out again to play with your clit and that feeling of ecstasy ran through you again as you embraced it. 

You pushed him harder against you and in return he flattened his muscle allowing him to lick you and Eddie as the boy thrust upward. 

“Fuck!”

“H-Harder, Eddie.”

His thick fingers dug into your sides as he honored your command, slamming you down as he pumped up roughly. 

“Cum, pretty girl. Please…I—mmph—I need to feel it.”

A string of ahs fell from your mouth as your fingers tugged at their hair and they moaned loudly at the action. Your body shuddered against them as the ball fell and Eddie grunted in your ear as you road out your high. 

With his palm firmly around your throat, he forcefully turned you so your nose grazes his and his pants warm your lips. 

“Can I cum, Lady, please? Will you let…me fill up…your pussy?”

“Yes, Eddie, honey. I need you to.”, you whisper, softly smiling when his eyebrows furrow together in focus and you kiss his forehead just as he paints your walls with his release. 

“Good…Good boy, baby.”

Steve’s hair tickled your thigh as he tenderly kissed along the other boy’s legs, massaging your own with his palms as he patiently waited for his turn. 

“Are you ready for me, Stevie?”

“Yes, ma’am.”, he replied, looking up at you with wide, glassy eyes like a puppy waiting to be praised. They were always so polite but became extra so when they were desperate for a release. 

Extending your arms towards him, the man practically glowed as he smiled wide and lifted you up before placing you on your back with your head against the pillows. You studiously watched his face as his knees opened your legs wider and his face scrunched as he guided himself easily inside you. 

“Careful.”, you warn lightly causing his amber eyes to search your own features. 

“A-Are you ok? Are you sore? Am I hurting you?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his kindness as you shook your head. 

“No, baby. I just don’t want you to hurt.” 

At your words, you place your palm on the side of his ribs. Blinking rapidly, it was almost as if Steve forgot he had been hurt in the first place. Eddie leaned towards him, placing a small kiss just above your fingers and at the action, the man heavily exhaled as he fell fully on top of you. 

“I’m ok, beautiful. Fuck—you’re always so good to us. W-We miss you when you’re away.”

While he spoke, Steve pumped his hips as you clung to his shoulders and he set a steady but firm pace. 

“Yeah, sweetie? I m-miss you to—mmm—so much.”

“Don’t let him take us away from you.”, he begged and again your heart broke as your possessive side took over.

“I won’t, Steve. You both are mine.”, you growled as you shifted your gaze to lock with Eddie’s. “Mine.”

“Yours.” At his heavy pant, he pounded into you and the bed underneath you three shook as you clung to his sweaty frame. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…I’m gonna cum. Can I, baby? Cum with me.”

His statement was a mix of a request and a command. 

You honored both by nodding and giving your approval.

Steve’s body trembled against yours as your cunt spasmed around him and he sloppily slammed his seed inside you. 

Falling to your side, they both gently kissed your neck and down your skin as they did what you had done, absorbing your smell and taste. 

Committing it to memory to save until next time.

“I meant what I said. I won’t let him take you both away from me.” You huffed angrily as they ignored you again and you pushed them to the side as you sat up between them. “I CAN bring you home.”

“Lady…”, Eddie sighs as he sits up next to you. “It’s not just that Ringmaster will make it hard for you to take us but…”

“But what? Be honest.”

“Where would we go?”

You look at Steve like he just asked you the most insane question you had ever heard. 

“You’d stay with me, of course. What…why would you think you wouldn’t?”

“So you’re just going to tell your family and friends that these two guys are staying with you indefinitely? We don’t hide our faces like you guys do. People will most likely recognize us and since you’re the only one elite member who purchases us—”

“I DON’T…purchase you…” Your voice cracks as you glance off to the side hating their wording. “I…I like you. I like spending time with you and talking to you. We…we don’t always have sex when I’m here.”

A sudden realization hits you that you’re unsure you’re prepared to hear the answer for.

“Do you see us like that? Like I’m just…another transaction?”

“No, hey, no.”, Eddie quickly responds without hesitation. “No. You’re different and we know that but that doesn’t change how the world out there sees this. He’s right, baby, we don’t hide. I imagine the bulk of the people that come here on Saturday are probably people you see on a day to day. You could lose everything for two whores you barely even know.”

You scoff at his statement, pulling back the covers as you search for your clothes. 

“What? What’s bothering you, Y/N?! Is it the truth?!” At the sound of your name, you glare Steve’s way and he waivers slightly while still standing his ground beside you. “I’m sorry.”

“No, for your information. I’m just starting to see how this dynamic is being seen differently than I thought it was.”

“Explain.”

“Fuck you!”

“HEY! You want us to go with you, plead your fucking case and give us a reason to hope!”

His particular phrasing causes your head to tilt but you allow the thought to pass as you throw your items back down to the floor. 

“I don’t see you that way.”, you start as you gesture towards Eddie. “I don’t see you as whores or anything like that. I’ve just always seen you as…mine. We’re guarded, the three of us, and I get that. I may not know everything there is to know but…I do know that you both are incredibly kind. Steve, you are one of the most protective people I’ve ever met and Eddie you’re so funny. I like hearing you talk about…anything really.

I know that you both smoke because I smell it lingering on your skin after you fall asleep holding me. Even if I didn’t see you playing guitar every Saturday, Eddie, I would know because I can feel the callous and indents on your fingers when you touch my lips or my skin. I know Steve takes care of his hair and puts extra product in it because I feel how soft it is when I run my fingers through it while you both talk.

I know that you both have demons you don’t talk about. I see them in your eyes and on your skin. I see them every time you walk out that door. I may not know all your details but…I’m asking for the opportunity.”

When you finish, they glance at each other having a silent conversation before their little laugh echoes through the room. 

“Geez, sweetheart, I don’t know what you do for work but you definitely know how to speak.”, Eddie teases as he takes hold of your wrist and pulls you back to bed.

“What would you do if someone found out about us? If we lived with you?”, Steve asked as he climbed in beside you. 

“The truth. Your mine and I care about you. If anyone demeans you or says something nasty then I can handle it.” Both men grin, getting more comfortable once again within the sheets. “Honestly, though they’ll probably be snotty with me…find a way to bring my size into it. ‘The only way she could find someone is to pay for it.’”

At your words, they become more alert as you see their eyes darken in a way you had never seen before. 

“People out there talk about you like that?”, Eddie rumbles as he sits up on his elbow. 

“I mean, I’m used to it—”

“You shouldn’t be.”, Steve growls equally angry. “I bet it’s one of these fuckers in here to. I wish we knew who.”

“Because we’d fucking hurt them.”

“Hey, hey.”, you coo as you try to bring their attention back to you. “I’m ok. I appreciate you wanting to protect me.”

“Some of the guys talk about us and our bodies. We hate it. Some fucking asshole demeaned Eddie in front of me and I almost killed him.”

It was your turn to sit up on your elbows as you tried to control your breathing. 

“I’m going to get you out of here. I don’t care what I have to do.”

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“Yes! Can I fucking assist you!?”, the Ringmaster shouts in frustration as he swings open the door you had been banging on for the last few seconds. “Lady in Black. How can I help you at 8 in the goddamn morning?”

“I want to buy their freedom.”

“Who?”

You sigh in annoyance as you push past him into his apartment above the club and turn to face him after he closes the door. 

“Eddie and Steve. I want to buy their freedom. How much?”

The Ringmaster chuckles as he casually strolls to his desk nearby and grabs a cigarette from a pack, lighting the end before throwing his body on to the couch. 

“You want to take my stars, baby girl.”

“Don’t call me that.”, you seethe. 

“Oooo. You want something from me yet you won’t play nice? How did you make your millions again?”

“Let’s just cut the bullshit, Ring. You and I both know all you care about is money. You don’t give a fuck about your performers so I’ll ask again. How. MUCH?”

Seemingly intrigued, he tilts his head back as he blows smoke in your face. 

“How much do you make in a year, Lady? I read somewhere it’s in the ballpark of 5 million.”

“That’s how much my parents make a year combined with investments.”

“Hm, well…”, he pauses as he exhales. “Better get mommy and daddy on the line then. I’ll give them to you for 10million. 5 for Ed and 5 for Steve.”

Your nostrils flare as you try to hide how much the number throws you off guard. But you made them a promise and you were do anything you could to get them out of here. 

Chuckling, the man rose to his feet, running his fingers through his greasy hair as he tossed his cigarette out the window. 

“Best get a move on, baby girl, and I’d make sure to book them quicker this time around if you can. They have a lot of eyes on them and people are jumping at the chance to experience them for themselves.”

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@myherometalhead @dashingdeb16 @micheledawn1975 @hardladyheart @utterlyinsanity

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Sparks Fly

Summary; Eddie makes a mean remark during your usual banter and you decide to distance yourself from him. You would rather turn your attention to someone who wants you around.

Like Jackson... Eddie isn't so happy about that though.

Warnings; Slightly mean! Eddie, angst, fluffy fluff.

Likes or reblogs are much appreciated ❤️

I don't give anyone permission to copy my work 😘

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It started like any normal day except for the fact that Eddie was grumpier than usual.

So when he was a little more biting than usual you took it in your stride.

Until Dustin pitched in with a comment.

He looks at the both of you amused before saying what wss on his mind.

"Geez just date already" Eddie glares at him slamming his locker shut.

"Please, as if I would date her. She'd drive me mad within a week with her shit" he looks at you with irritation.

"Are you hanging around for a reason or are you gonna cry?"

That look on his face made his feelings clear. It stung, you felt crushed and looked away not wanting to cry in front of the asshole.

You hold your head up high, walk away from him and try very hard not to concentrate on the way your stomach sank and your heart was racing.

Screw Eddie. You should have never thought he liked you like that, his teasing was because he hated you and that was that.

Fine. Now you would bury your feelings for him and move on.

The next day you ignored Eddie, you didn't approach him, skipped on their usual past time of bickering and concentrated on your friends and studies.

And on Jackson Murray.

On Friday Hawkins Tigers were playing and she and the rest of the cheerleaders performed before the big game.

Jackson being a huge flirt sat paying you rapt attention and winked when you looked his way.

Hellfire Club was in attendance supporting Lucas, it surprised you that Eddie was here but you took it in your stride. Of course he would support one of his sheeples, as he liked to call the youngest Hellfire members.

No, don't think about him you chastised yourself and instead blew a kiss over to Jackson who was getting ready for the game and promptly ignored Eddie whose eyes narrowed, his face like thunder.

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It's not like you expected Eddie to corner you after the game. His eyes flashed, body tight with tension.

"What the hell do you want Munson?" you were so not in the mood for his drama.

"Surprised Jsckson isn't sniffing around you like the pathetic douchebag that he is" you roll your eyes at the venom in his voice and spot Jackson heading to the showers.

You wave at him and Eddie crosses his arms looking like a pouty puppy.

"Since when do you like preppy assholes like Jackson" you huff and apply some of your favourite lipstick using your compact.

"Since when do you care what my type is Munson?" he ignores that question and glares sullenly over your shoulder.

"You've been ignoring me for days" he points out and you roll your eyes.

"Now you can get the peace you crave and get rid of my annoying ass," you tell him and he swallows.

"Princess... Jackson shows up at that point and the tension kicks up a notch.

"Is that freak bothering you?" Jackson asks while eyeing Eddie who ignores him.

"It's fine" you can handle Eddie you dont need Jackson going all alpha male.

"You heard her. Get lost dude" Jackson steps forward but seems to think better of it, nods and turns to you.

"Uh, you do know Jason thinks Hellfire is a cult right? Sacrifices virgins and that shit?" Eddie rolls his eyes and so does she.

"Jason is a dipshit, it's just a game" Jackson nods and then leaves but not before giving Eddie a pointed stare.

"Shit. I'm shaking in my boots here" he mocks and you round on him.

"What do you want Munson besides being a dick?" he follows you as you walk away and knows he won't shut up until he's said what he's said.

"Jackson is a boring ass douche. That's who you want to spend time with princess?" you shake your head growing annoyed.

"I repeat what do you want Munson? I don't care what you think. You made your feelings about me perfectly clear so get lost yeah?" he frowns.

"I didn't mean it alright, was having a shit day and I snapped" you scoff.

"Like that makes it okay? You were mean. If you don't want me hanging around then I won't" he groans

"I'm sorry okay, I didn't mean it and I'm fucking sorry" this makes you pause because he rarely apologized to you, he looks frustrated but underneath all that is guilt and anxiety.

"For the record, you deserve better than that prick Jackson, you drive me crazy you know. Swanning around and needling at me one minute, which makes me mad, then the next minute I want to... he trails off.

"You want to do what?" you ask and he gazes at you his gaze makes your stomach flutter with those damn butterflies.

He licks his lips and there's a moment of indecision before he backs you up against the wall and kisses you.

You kiss him back fiercely, his hand tangles in your hair, and the other on your waist. It's amazing and you could kiss him forever.

How could someone who annoyed you so much make you feel like this? So much passion.

He moans and you deepen the kiss further until he pulls away still gazing at you.

"I've been wanting to do that" he murmurs and you feel that electric pull drawing you closer to him. Those sparks.

He strokes your cheek. You can hear the rest of the cheer squad call to you and Eddie's lips brush over hers once more.

You stay like that, just you and him, sparks flying and something new blossoming between you two.

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[littlerocks]

This episode I LOVED it, everything in general, with hen and karen rescuing their son to the dynamic of the trio eddie, buck and tommy, and buck and tommy's relationship and them teasing buck ahhaha

About how eddie found an ally to tease buck and his bizarre theories about curses even though in the end Tommy being the good boyfriend that he is will do anything to make buck happy even dressing up and going to the cemetery where billy boils is and talking to him

Thinking back the only time we've seen tommy dressed not in his usual shirts is either at the promotion in 7x09 or at a mock funeral, this man is hopelessly in love with his Evan

Anyway the friendship between eddie and tommy and buck together I love them, how nobody feels awkward and it's a beautiful thing this thing and this dynamic of friendship between the three of them

And here's a sequence of buck and tommy and in addition Eddie, THE TRIO

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Tommy's worried look when he sees Buck in pain, what a puppy Tommy is who would like to take all that suffering away from Buck.

This episode makes it clear how much they love each other and are there for each other, although we haven't heard the “I love you” yet, but I know we will soon.

That touch to buck's leg, as if the touching him was to see that he actually is okay and at the same time comforts buck, but in my opinion also he that touch was to say that buck is alive and he is okay

Tommy “everyone at harbor station was…” ready to laugh

Evan: angry face

Tommy “ concerned” stops smiling

Eddie laughing meanwhile

We already know that eddie doesn't believe in such things and laughs as buck thought he at least had tommy on his side and then you see him laughing it off

I love the three of them

The look on tommy's and eddie's faces that blatantly are doing their best to believe everything buck says and then not resist anymore

The look between tommy and eddie and like when you're in a serious moment and you don't have to look at your best friend or you start laughing, that's tommy and eddie

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This succession of scenes of Tommy taking care of Buck so casually, as if it's already a thing that happens in their daily life and it breaks my heart into a thousand pieces, because of how cute they are - This scene is so intimate and it's so natural especially with Buck that you see him so quiet, I like this, even though you don't see so many scenes in the everyday life between Tommy and Buck, these scenes make it clear that they are thriving more and more

“how's that?” in that tone of voice, in that voice so sweet, I don't know how buck didn't melt in that instant, I would have died there in that moemnto

Of course we know that buck told him to sleep on the bed and instead no tommy even though he knows that he will sleep not well on that couch, especially after an exasperating shift, he stays there sleeping on the couch even though he may not be able, perhaps, to rest well, but he does it anyway in order to be next to buck and to be near him for whatever buck needs

How tommy takes care of buck, in such a natural way, with gestures full of love

And in all this Tommy surely woke up before Buck to prepare them breakfast, tell me if they don't look like a married couple, because they are, and how Tommy likes Buck and how he takes care of him and stays there listening to everything Buck says, without it being forced but on the contrary, and something so normal and intimate

seeing tommy's reaction, reminded me of tommy with maurice, a panicked tommy AHAHAHHA,

"Evan dont' freak out" he was obviously saying it more to himself, than to buck - like "I must not panic, Evan needs me, I can't run away now, first let's call eddie and let him do all the work" HAHAHA

Tommy “It was super gross.”

Evan “So I am gross”

Tommy “That's not what I said”.

HOW CAN I NOT LOVE THEM, then with that little voice of Tommy when he says that, as if to say “ honey I love you so much, I could never tell you that you are gross, and if you were then you would be my gross”

When Buck said “so I'm disgusting,” I don't know why but his face made me think of this image.

POV Evan after Tommy called his cousin super gross so now he thinks he is too.

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I love this scene, eddie getting scared

It literally makes me think about the difference between tommy and eddie with buck in this state, but in a positive sense I mean: tommy as a boyfriend regardless of how buck is, he loves him anyway and doesn't care about those boils on his face, while eddie as a best friend doesn't give a damn about this thing and gets scared of buck in that state, it makes me laugh because that's exactly what a best friend would do

Eddie saying that he has to see it from the other side, that he doesn't need to wear a mask for Halloween this year, MADE ME LAUGH SO MUCH BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I WOULD TELL MY BEST FRIEND IF SHE WAS IN THIS STATE, LIKE WHO CARES ABOUT HER FEELINGS, I HAVE TO SAY IT

I LOVE EDDIE

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More moments of tommy best boyfriend

"stop picking", again with that sweet voice, while he tells to buck, and gives them the coffee, more in love and married than this, the wedding is missing and we're fine

This along with 7x04 where Tommy says he was jealous because he wanted to be part of 118 and because they were like a family, and in 7x10 where he says he doesn't talk to his father and has a bad relationship with him and also with this scene it makes you understand how much Tommy's past is a tortuous past and maybe he never had a person who took care of him, and this makes you understand HOW MUCH I NEED TO SEE AN EPISODE OF TOMMY BEGINS

However, I would like to see a scene where we see Tommy having a bad day and if before he had no one to take care of him, or who was just with him, now he has Buck, Eddie and the whole 118 and he understands that he is no longer alone but has a family that is there for him.

YOUR HONOR, THEY ARE MADLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER

TOMMY LOOKING AT HIM WITH THAT LOVED LOOK, HE SEES EVAN, HE DOESN'T SEE THOSE BOILS ON HIS FACE OR HE DOESN'T CARE A DAMN ABOUT THOSE THINGS, BUCK WOULD BE LIKE THIS FOREVER, AND TOMMY WOULD ALWAYS BE IN LOVE WITH HIM

BUT WHO LOOKS AT YOU WITH THAT LOVED LOOK WHILE YOU'RE TALKING TO A GRAVE TO WICK A CURSE AWAY, AND ALSO DRESSED IN AN ELEGANT WAY

It's obvious if eddie had been there too, he would have said after seeing buck and tommy dressed elegantly tpo "you're both idiots, but it's clear that you're made for each other", and then continued telling tommy "finally you too who indulges all his weirdness and I'm not the only one, welcome to the club" I WOULD HAVE CRIED IF A SCENE LIKE THAT HAD HAPPENED

"tommy is not in love with buck, he doesn't care about him"

always tommy when he looks at buck:

Tommy even if he doesn't believe it tries anyway and asks Billy Boils to stop being angry with his boyfriend and to stop the curse - that look at the end is like a warning "dear Billy, whoever you are, if you hurt my Evan again, I'll kill you again"

THIS RUN TO GET TO BUCK, HOW CUTE

HE CALLED HIM "MY BOYFRIEND" I REPEAT SHE CALLED HIM "MY BOYFRIEND", THIS IS NOT AN EXERCISE

"My boyfriend doesn't even kiss me"

"that's not true"

And that little smile from Evan, pleased that Tommy always kisses him even with boils on his face

Like Buck says it to make Billy feel sorry, like look what you did, my boyfriend doesn't kiss me, even if it's a lie, then Tommy denies it and Buck laughs because he knows this thing isn't true

This episode is one of my favorites about buck and tommy, not only does buck call tommy "my boyfriend" but he also says that the people around us make life worth living, WHILE HE'S LOOKING AT TOMMY, BRO IF AFTER THIS YOU DON'T SEE HOW MADLY IN LOVE THEY ARE WITH EACH OTHER I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU DO IT, LITERALLY THIS IS ENDGAME (I HOPE SO)

This episode made me think of the episode when buck meets mitchell and thomas and told him that you don't find love but you build it, AND BUCK IS BUILDING IT WITH TOMMY

I'M CRYING

[anders-holmvik]

ok need to talk about doomed bucktommy from 7x05 to 8x06 now. up top this is NOT a BT positive post and i dont want to hear any arguing rn so just scroll on by #peaceandlove

i said it in this post too but the theme of buck and tommy's relationship is "you don't know me". their relationship began in that episode and that's been the throughline the entire time. i'm gonna try to take the buddie hat off here and just talk about buck but you know its probably gonna creep in anyway

buck is a huge flirt, but he's passive in his romantic pursuits because he has abandonment issues. so he'll flirt until the other person makes a definitive move like asking him out or kissing him. once they do, he clings and overcompensates because he's deeply insecure. they deviated from this pattern with natalia but i consider that to be special circumstances bc logistics behind the scenes got in the way. and buck did break up with taylor but he clinged to her first with asking her to move in after he kissed lucy.

so we have tommy, who is NOT different at all! buck likes tommy because he's cool and confident. buck acts out and is possessive over eddie, who buck also clashed with because he was cool and confident and acted out toward because he was possessive over the 118. buck flirts with him (albeit unconsciously), and tommy kisses him. buck feels chosen, he clings. tommy is interested. tommy abandons buck when he realizes he "doesn't know him" after buck lies to eddie in front of him about their date. (EVEN THOUGH HE JUST TOLD HIM HE'S NEVER BEEN ON A DATE WITH A GUY BEFORE AND ISN'T OUT. OKAY fine) buck can't stop thinking about tommy because, again, he subconsciously thinks that being with him will allow him to absorb his "confidence." when they go for coffee, tommy points out that the two of them don't know anything about each other. they agree to start their relationship and do it "right."

they continue to misunderstand each other through the entirety of their relationship. tommy can't wrap his head around why buck wants him to dress up for the bachelor party. tommy points out buck's father is alive when he opens up about bobby. the two fundamentally dont get each other. but buck doesn't let tommy in either! he lets him call him evan (false intimacy), likely because he's too insecure to stand up for himself. until masks, when buck begins to push back.

buck brings tommy to family events, but he doesn't actually include him. tommy is quite literally not in the group chat. masks was SUCH an interesting episode about their dynamic through the billy boils story and maybe i'll make a post on it sometime but whew...

moving onto confessions...

this part has been pointed out tons but i feel the need to cover the whole ep so right up top in the episode we have buck, known gift giver in all of his relationships (freaked about getting taylor a sweater for xmas in s5, got kameron and connor a onesie for donorbaby, once bought eddie a $500 coffee maker as a "PRANK") does not get tommy a gift for their 6 month even though he's the one who brings up that it is the date. fascinating stuff there. of course then we have a callback to the basketball game when tommy gets him tickets.

like okay sure! maybe tommy just wanted to connect with him over something he's more interested in, it's a weird move to get your partner what is essentially a gift for yourself for your six month but it's not unheard of.

then the woman comes over and asks buck to take the photo, saying they're celebrating a divorce. buck does kinda check the lady out. i've said this before, but buck is usually pretty oblivious to flirting until someone crosses the line of physical contact. it happened with tommy, and it happened with the lady. once he realizes, he just becomes really uncomfortable and awkward. on a personal note i'm kinda mad that they cut tommy checking out hot waiter/making a comment about it but Whatever.

again, you dont know me: being 6 months in without having the exes talk is bonkers. they told us it was excusable on tommy's part bc of the heterosexuality performance of it all (still not a good omen for intimacy in that relationship). but buck??? that was his first real relationship, his "most transformative". it was obviously a fun coincidence that the writers realized they'd set up but if you look in universe it's crazy that they were together that long without buck bringing it up. so in the end their lack of communication is what kills them!

buck is correct about tommy being cruel/dishonest bc it turns out tommy knew for six months that their relationship wouldn't work and stayed anyway. josh misunderstood the convo and made it about performing heterosexuality. Hopefully this was just a segue-way to tip off audience to gay eddie struggle. god knows buck will not remember pre glee post glee but he will remember tommy's "i can't be your last because i'm your first".

so we cemented tommy kinda as buck's male "teacher" relationship. "i'm so comfortable with you because you're comfortable with you" buck thinks his bisexuality is wrapped up in tommy's approval of him. and the crazy thing is tommy is not comfortable with himself. but neither him nor buck ever opened up to each other enough to explore that!

Buck is gonna grieve hard because he's the Clinger but also because being with tommy made him feel confident. but not because tommy uplifted him, because he perceived tommy as confident, and that made buck feel closer to fully realizing and understanding himself. this is why coming back from s7 buck got a full gorgeous girl makeover and was totally on his game in those first few eps despite gerrard-- he felt confident. what buck needs to realize post breakup is that he can be all of that without tommy!!!

putting my buddie hat back on for a second there's a meta here about the parking spot line. it could be callback to basketball game bc after eddie's injury there was discussion of tommy's "i drove eddie and i parked close" versus buck "ill bring my car up to the court". or the parking spot out front is the easy close serendipitous option (as in tommy presenting himself as a surprise relationship for buck by kissing him) but either way tommy was the easy choice. eddie is not. but buck was willing to pull his car up to the court for eddie. buck was willing to be AN ACTIVE PARTICIPANT IN THAT RELATIONSHIP. that's a break from his pattern. crazier too when you think about how buck attached himself to eddie because he seemed cool and confident but committed harder once he actually got to know eddie and his flaws. just sayingggg..

either way i want buck to explore his sexuality by himself for a little bit because i think that's what he needs as a character in order to actually get an understanding of who he is and what he wants. and also selfishly because i want a buck speed dating montage set to girls & boys by blur.

[gaytommykinard]

idk if you're into shipping eddie and tommy but i was thinking about buddietommy through the lens of tommy in the middle with strictly platonic buddie and i think that'd be such an interesting dynamic tbh. they'd all be freaks about each other in their own special ways.

i love eddietommy. if anyone (out of this trio) is having freaky sex it's these two. eddie is tommy's special guy. his little princess. the man flew him out to vegas in a helicopter for a sold out fight. and didn't even try to hit it? like? sir????? hold on this needs repeating. TOMMY flew EDDIE to VEGAS in a HELICOPTER which HE was FLYING, for a SOLD OUT fight and didn't even try to hit it.

and then he kissed buck and asked him out on a date and took him to a super popular italian restaurant like 6 miles from buck's home/workplace. when in fact he was trying to hit that. SIR?????? like i dont know if he wanted to make a good impression on buck but told himself to play it cool and not go overboard and then swung wildly to the other side 🤦‍♀️ i hope buck never lets him live it down. five years down the line they're having a stupid fight which buck is losing so he hits tommy with "you took my best friend to vegas and me to miceli's" and tommy tells him about the time he flew buck to vegas to get married and "you really need to let it go, honey."

anyway. yeah eddietommy real. someone's gotta teach eddie that there's more to sex than missionary m/f piv type things you know? his mind would be blown. he'd go to buck to talk about some exciting new thing he learned and buck's like "oh yeah i did that one when i lived in kansas. there were lots more people though" and eddie's like ???????

in conclusion, tommy has two hands<3 one to wear the white gold band buck puts on his ring finger at the altar and one for eddie's [REDACTED]

[cream0fwheat1998]

Girl from the Band 2 (Dark!Jason Carverxreader)

Dark! Jason Carver, Non-con, isolation, sexism/misogyny, manipulation, fear, I prefer soft!Dark! so thats more of the direction im going in.

Y/n waited at the abandoned lunch table in the woods. It seemed like an an unsafe place but it wasnt. This is where her DnD club would me every so often to talk about their new campaign, schedules and other stuff. Sometimes Eddie would trade weed for money; not to be a pearl clutcher but Y/n denied that stuff everytime it was offered to her. She wasn't interested in any of that.

The crowd eventually gathered; everyone laughed and cherished these fleeting moments. Y/n somewhat regretted the thought she hadn't joined sooner but back then she was too scared.

Some voices from the direction of the school caused the group to look away from their plans. There stood some of the basketball team, always in their jersey's even when the season had ended.

"What are you freaks doing?" Jason asked, eyeing Eddie.

"Bro we're just playing our game. Just like you played yours'. It's no different now run along." Eddie said, his pals backing him up in unison.

While y/d knew she'd be on Hellfires side if it came to a fight, she couldn't help but feel the red-hot heat on her cheeks with Jasons boldness. He stood tall and it made him seem dominate.

Y/d cringed at her thought and put it away in the back of her mind. Embarrassed that her mind even wondered in that direction.

"Well pack it up, the boys and I are using this spot for now on." Jason said, high-fiving one of his minions.

Everyone looked to Eddie, to Jason then back to Eddie. The tension was palpable.

Eddie sighed. "Alright, we can use one of the classrooms. Maybe the utility room in the schools basement." Everyone gathered their books and bags, not in defeat but rather in a 'for now' way.

Y/n was the last one to leave and Jason seemed surprised to see the girl he was determined to make his next 'woman'. He shook his and stopped her by a light grab of her shoulder.

He swallowed nothing. "You shouldn't hang out with them. They're freaks. They're into weird shit and they could hurt you." He said, for some reason not looking her in the eye.

The physical contact is what paused Y/n completely. She wasn't use to touching me. nor men touching her. But she knew overall, this wasn't okay because he was trying to stop her from something that wasn't his business.

Y/n put her hand ontop of Jasons' and put it off of her shoulder. "I think i'll be fine, Jason. You don't even know them. You dont know me." She said, a loose smile following.

Before Y/n could leave, Jason grabbed her arm with an iron grasp. His lackies busied themselves; not concerned about his behavior towards an innocent girl.

"It's not a suggestion. I don't want to you with Eddie Munson again. Do you hear me?" Jason told y/n, getting very close to her face.

Y/n looked side to side but her attempt to see any escape or call for help was fruitless. "Okay, just let me go." She whispered.

Jason looked her firmly in the eye, trying to decide if she was lying or not. With a quick, harsh squeeze, he let go of Y/n's arm and watched her scurry away. He couldn't have his future girlfriend hanging out with the scum of Hawkins. She'd need to learn her place (with him) soon.

Jason genuinely felt entitled to the attention of a woman now that the one woman who broke his heart had moved on; with a pal of his no less.

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The next day, y/n contemplated the ways she could get out of going to school. She could fake a fever or a cold but with a nurse mother, she figured any faking she'd do would be seen through immediately.

She also didn't know about skipping class; no she wasn't a goody-two shoes but there was no reason to break rules if it isn't necessary. Being scared of Jason Carver wasn't necessary. Y/n did think about going to Eddie but that seemed, pathetic, honestly.

She and Eddie weren't great friends; she only hung out with him through Hellfire but he appeared to be a good guy. Y/n also got to thinking what could Jason Carver do?

Yeah his family had some money but no tremendous pull in the town. She straightened herself out and decided to endure the day as normal. There was no reason to be afraid.

It happened at lunch. Eddie was riled up for the campaign we'd been planning for a month. He was so excited that he jumped onto the lunch table and made a fool of himself infront of everyone. But he didn't care; he never did.

Y/n couldn't help but cover her mouth as she laughed at the long-haired man bouncing around. She admired his attitude even during intense times.

But Eddie got too loud and Jason had yelled at him to stop acting out; like a parent scolding a child.

After some childish exchange of words, Eddie simmered down and laughing at Jason. They were all giggling but y/n stopped when Jason zoned in on her. He looked.....angry at her for laughing at the silliness of her friend. Unknown to her, he assumed she was laughing at him. While hanging out with the exact people he told her not to.

He'd show her where and to whom she belongs to later.

By the time last period rolled by, Y/n felt confident. Regardless of lunch, the day wasn't bad. She felt foolish really. Thinking that Jason Carver had been serious about her not hanging with her friends anymore.

Tonight there was no Hellfire meeting and her parents had a business dinner with coworkers so the house was hers alone.

*Ding Dong *

Almost alone....

Y/n opened the door to Jason Carver. With a large smile plastered on his face. "Hey, Y/n right? I know this is sudden but can I come in?"

The only sound between them was wind blowing outside and a car or two driving by. The siren were blaring in Y/n's head to not let him in.

"Oh, well I don't think so, Jason. My parents aren't home so I shouldnt have anyone here." She said but regretted it a second later. WHY WOULD YOU TELL HIM THAT???!!? The girl yelled at herself.

Jason put his foot in the door before Y/n closed it. His smile was gone but his eyes held a confident light.

"Listen. This can go two ways. Way one, you let me in and we can go about what I have planned, peacefully or.....I'll force my way in, in every meaning of the word." Jason explained in a low, raspy voice.

Y/n finally took a complete look at Jason. His once finely combed hair was disheveled. His usually neat clothes were wrinkled. He had bags under his once bright blue eyes.

Y/n tried to shut the door with force but she was no match for a guys strength. Y/n ran to the kitchen with a plan to escape through the back door.

Jason slammed the front door shut and smirked. He felt content with option 2; this is going to be fun, he thought to himself.

Y/n reached the door knob what was grabbed by the waist and thrown back to the ground. Jason stood above her, unwavering and ready.

"I expect you to listen to my words for now on; like an obedient girlfriend should." Jason said lifting Y/n back up by the arm and dragged her to the stairs.

"Where's your room?" Jason asked, his lips in a thin line.

Y/n shook her head, "Jason please. We don't know each other, don't do this." Y/n cried while trying to free herself from Jasons grip.

He shook his, "No. I've decided you're my next girlfriend. Don't pretend to be shocked; i've seen how you look at me. You should be grateful you get to live out your school girl crush."

Jason dragged the girl upstairs, "Now tell me which room is yours. You're already getting punished for hanging out with those freaks after I told you not to; don't make me add more."

Not wanting to make him angrier, she said, "That one." while hanging her head low.

Jason led her to her bedroom; he threw her in there and locked the door behind himself.

"Take off your clothes."

[livwritesstuff]

Heyoo

I am back again because your umiverse is living rent free in my head all the fucking time, and Im not mad the slightist

I have been recently thinking about the time when Robbie got into an accident in Florida and Steve and Eddie rushed down to see her.

I am just really curious to know if you ever thought about expanding more of the story? Because I would be really interested to read about Eddie going full on protecting mode and Steve sleeping next to Robbie on nights when she just needed to be held.

Its totally cool if you dont want to Im just really fond of these comforting moments beetween the dads and the girls ❤️

Hello <3 apologies for the delay I was giving this one some extra thought (and then I got sick but whatevs)

I actually was also thinking about this recently.

I definitely think that the Florida situation would be an absolute worst moment for Steve and Eddie as parents because it was the closest they ever got to losing one of their kids (see these two posts for context if you’re new here).

Like, Moe’s had all kinds of injuries from playing sports – sprains, broken bones, concussions, a dislocation or two, the works – and Hazel’s had a few long-term overuse injuries from her years doing ballet (her knees, most notably).

This though, a late night phone call reporting that their fifteen-year-old daughter is in the ICU in critical condition…they really have no words.

Steve manages to hold himself together better than Eddie, at least at first (it wouldn’t be the first time he’s pushed all his emotions down for the sake of getting through a shitty situation).

Eddie is a wreck during their travel down to Florida, switching between threatening to kill the kid who’d been driving the car and threatening to sue the shit out of the school for allowing the whole situation to happen to begin with.

(Steve’s pretty sure they’re gonna land somewhere in the middle – more like suing the living daylights out of the kid’s parents at a minimum).

So Steve’s a little preoccupied making sure Eddie doesn’t turn into the murderer people thought he was thirty years ago (plus, he’s pretty sure that Eddie’s threats to bribe the pilot into speeding up the plane are a joke to ease the tension but…not completely sure).

He’s still doing okay as they’re making their way through MCO, especially since by then they learn that Robbie’s condition had leveled off while they were in the air – she’s stable.

Asleep still, but stable.

His resolve starts to shake a bit at the hospital, because they’re met with staff from Robbie’s school and police officers and all kinds of other people who seemed under the impression that he and Eddie will want to stand around and talk about what happened to their daughter before they even see their daughter. They tell them to kindly fuck off, please and thanks, obviously.

When they’re finally able to see Robbie, all bets are off because Steve gets one look at her and his mind immediately goes all the way back to 1986, to seeing Eddie lying in a hospital bed in awful shape, and Robbie is so much like Eddie in so many ways, ways that Steve loves and ways that driving him completely insane, ways that scare the shit out of him sometimes (clearly for good reason because look where they ended up).

Plus, Steve’s been through this before – the moment he thought he was gonna watch Dustin get eaten by demodogs, the moment he realized Max had been Vecna’d, and no offense to Dustin and Max but it’s a billion times worse when it’s his own kid, and Robbie may like to act all tough these days, but to Steve she’s still got that same sweet face, the same big blue eyes as the day she was born, so it’s like a switch is flipped.

Steve holds it together enough to not freak Robbie out more than she already is, but Eddie knows Steve better than Eddie knows himself, probably, and there was no way in hell he was going to let his husband, the love of his life, live out his worst nightmare in real time just to talk with a goddamn school chaperone about it right after.

Eddie manages to hold off the masses until Robbie finally woke up, but they start getting pushy after that and he doesn’t want to stress Robbie out so he gives in, ducks out into the hall to talk with the nurses and school staff and police officers about the car accident that put Robbie in the ER to begin with.

It’s not a role Eddie usually fills – the rational one, the one who takes care of shit. In their relationship, that’s usually Steve because Steve likes it that way. He likes taking charge of all the boring, tedious, “administrative” aspects of their life together so that Eddie doesn’t have to, but the thing about being life-long partners with someone is being able to switch up those usual roles when it’s needed.

And in this moment, it’s definitely needed.

So Eddie’s dealing with the paperwork, filing the police report, getting a hold of their lawyer, sending updates back home to Robin and Nancy, asking questions about any medical stuff he doesn’t completely understand because the nurses really are there to help, while Steve stays with Robbie, holding her close and keeping up a quiet spiel of idle, nothing-talk because, as the nurses said, she's gonna be groggy for a little while.

They lose track of how much time they actually spend in the hospital before Robbie is finally discharged, but leaving poses new challenges, because Robbie’s still in pretty rough shape, obviously, and they also didn’t exactly bank on Robbie being afraid to be in a damn car, Jesus H. Christ.

Steve clocked it before Eddie (duh – trauma counselor), because they’d been talking about their travel plans to get home and Robbie had been asking all kinds of oddly specific questions about the drive from the hospital to the airport that eventually had Steve pulling Eddie into the hall and saying, “Okay, so she’s afraid to get in a car.”

(Again, Jesus H. Christ)

[sweettoothvn]

What are the LI types?

Andre: he doesnt really like hot heads, he's iffy about shy people but he could date one, ideally he likes someone who is kind of loud, out there, bubbly, extroverted, energetic, now if the person is typically shy and then when they feel more comfortable they get excitable he can handle that he really likes that.

Casey: he leans more towards kuudere's!! or caretaker type people, strong mentally, and patient is his jam so essentially he likes the opposite of what he is. Energetic people he sees more as friends than a romantic partner. If the person is shy or reserved, it teaches him to slow down and relax. Because he likes to live a big lifestyle full of danger and excitement someone who is shy and reserved shows him how to like the little things.

Chrys: Attracted to someone who has their shit together, very sure of themself, ambitious, but at the same time not someone who has this ENTIRE track record of stuff they've done. Chrys also leans towards Kuudere's and similar to Casey she likes someone who helps her wind down does not mind a workaholic.

David: has two types, one of them is one that is healthy for him and the other is unhealthy. His unhealthy type would be someone who he sees as inferior to him. Someone who is shy, not as smart as him, shorter than him, and/or a pushover.

For healthy types he likes stronger people (mentally and physically), someone who can take charge, challenge him mentally and prove that they wont take his shit. And yet they're there for him, willing to help him grow as a person. He would LOVE someone to feed his ego but he doesnt need that.

Eddie: is attracted to adventurous types, anyone that can keep up with him really. I think bare minimum for him you have to like nature and at least be a bit active. If you dont like exercise you probably wont be dating him for long especially if you hate the outdoors and you're a recluse. He doesnt really like pushovers, speak your mind, be bold, and keep that spine straight because he will test it. He likes bubbly people, golden retriever energy.

Kieran: doesnt know what his type is since he hasnt really explored romance before. He THINKS he has but he really hasn’t. He likes anyone who can also keep up with him danger wise and adrenaline wise, someone wild and free that’s what he wants.

Zach: is into perverts like himself, "can somebody match my freak?". Zach also likes bold personas, he likes someone who will take the reigns, but also not force him to do things; he practically wants someone to read his mind or notice his bodylanguage, he just wants someone who gets him and wont be freaked out by what he creates, those who have heavy stomachs and aren’t too squeamish about the things he’s involved in or his interests, maybe a bit of a horror fanatic too, observant because no way would he EVER say no to someone, he’s generally weak in that area.

Noble. Doesn’t have a type. As long as you like kids and don’t try to control or nag at him everything should be just fine. He really likes those that are affectionate. Introverts are definitely his go to, extroverts can be fun but they’re a bit of a hassle sometimes. But a little training never hurts anybody :)