#p: eddie

[sporelium]

truth, dare, spin bottles you know how to ball, i know aristotle

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The party, of course, immediately accepted Will and Robin when they came out. Dustin couldn't help but ask the question because he's a nosy little shit.

Dustin: *looking at Robin* If you had to pick a man, though, who would you go for?

Robin: Steve. No contest. Only in a parallel universe, though. And parallel me still has to like women. There's no universe where I'm straight. Not that I have anything against heterosexuality.

Steve: Eddie. *everyone stares at him* Oh, was that question not directed at both of us?

Eddie: It's okay, big boy. If I were gay, I'd go for you, too.

Argyle: *whispering* Oh, man, Steve and Eddie don't know about bisexuality.

Steve: You whispered that to me.

Argyle: Oh, sorry. *turns to Jonathan* Oh, man, Steve and Eddie don't know that bisexuality exists.

[cfdbuckley]

Buck shifted his gaze over to Eddie's with a confused look when he started saying other people's names, not a hundred percent sure he could guess what either of those people were to him. There were too many combinations for Buck to try and sift through to make assumptions, so instead he just asked. "Who are they? Shannon and Christopher?" with a curious expression. Though he tried not to look too interested.

It took him a moment to realize Eddie didn't respond to Buck saying the others respected him, then another moment to decide it was shade toward him that he didn't acknowledge it. Surely he couldn't pretend to know if Chimney or Hen didn't respect him? Already?? No... they would never immediately make him a laughing stock in front of a newbie, he refused to believe that. Still, it made him feel that edge come back, so he felt the need to talk up his own heroics. "Well, I did stop a giant boa constrictor from strangling this hot girl, all on my own."

Hearing Buck sing Cap's cooking skills definitely gave Eddie something to look forward to. "I'm sure I'll feel the same way since neither Shannon nor I are all that great in the kitchen... I kind of feel bad for Christopher, but luckily he's not that much of a picky eater, and most of the things we make are at least edible." Eddie had to bite back a laugh when Buck confirmed that his instincts proved to be good at least in this case, since as Shannon would gladly point out to anyone who would listen, Eddie had a long history of his instincts backfiring on him and those around him. "Good to know."

While this wasn't Eddie's ultimate goal, he had to admit that spotting for Buck meant that he had a really nice view. He knew when he first saw that other man that Buck had a nice, broad chest and big arms, but watching him bench press the weights definitely accentuated both of those features. Eddie had to force himself not to stare too much so that he wasn't too distracted to properly spot for the other man. "So besides the rebar through the skull, what other interesting calls have you gotten?"

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[biancadjarin]

eddie munson p!links

( I will update this as I find more, check back )

🔞 smut

🦋 no smut

first date with Eddie at the movies 🦋

Eddie loves your pretty holes 🔞

Steve leaves you alone with Eddie in his car part 2 🔞

coming over to Eddie’s trailer after school 🔞

Eddie talks you through riding his thigh 🦋

you make Eddie come fully clothed 🔞

Eddie loves watching you fall apart 🔞

spank me Eddie 🔞

Eddie likes missionary so we can kiss 🔞

whatever THIS position is with Eddie 🔞

Eddie punishes you for distracting him during his show at The Hideout 🔞

riding Eddie in his living room 🔞

surprising Eddie in a French maid costume 🔞

Eddie likes your thighs 🔞

playing with Eddie while you wear Steve’s letterman jacket 🔞

how Eddie uses his handcuffs 🔞

[natti-ice]

9-1-1 p links!

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18+ minors do not interact or click the links! Each link contains porn. All links are from twitter, expect for the ones that say otherwise. You must be logged into Twitter for the links to open!

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

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— Bobby Nash

boss!Bobby wrecking your cunt with his big dick

Bobby tit fucking you after a long shift

daddy!Bobby cumming on your tummy

stuffing you full of cum

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— Evan Buckley

Buck showing you why he goes by firehose

pussy worship

giving Buck a good rim job

Buck always want to be a model in your adult content

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— Eddie Diaz

Eddie showing Buck how good you ride him

Eddie’s special facial

older!Eddie fucking you while your parents are home

Eddie’s in the mood for some breeding

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— Howard Han

so obsessed with your lingerie he fucks you in the ass

Chim using your throat

riding Howard in the car

using your pussy like his favorite sex toy (size kink)

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— Athena Grant

Athena showing you that women do it better

riding Athena’s face during girl’s night

rubbing your pussies together while your husbands are away

giving Athena head before work

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— Henrietta Wilson

riding dom!Hen’s strap

rough fingering by daddy!Hen

rubbing your swollen clits together on date night

Halloween costume party turned x rated

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— Maddie Han

rubbing Maddie’s tits after work

grinding on bsf!Maddie all night

drunken pool party make out sesh

dom!Maddie fingering you for being a good girl

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[rogueddie]

Steve and Eddie waking up after a drunk hangout, convinced that they kissed. They end up having a conversation about it, deciding to give the two of them together a go. They're great together.

Robin, the designated sober friend for the night, waits decades until they finally get married to pull out the reveal that they never kissed that night. She has no idea where they got the idea from.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Buck: *comes out as bi*

Eddie: *shoving his girlfriend and her belongings out of his house* This doesn't change anything about our relationship...

[cfdbuckley]

Buck's cheeks felt red hot as he took the stairs two at a time, the air on them doing nothing to cool them down. His brow was knitted and he carefully avoided looking at any of the other firefighters that he passed on his determined walk, just praying his eyes didn't look as wet as they felt. His determination, moving with purpose halted when he got in front of Bobby's office. He hesitated, looking into the somewhat murky glass, oddly more private than the changing room where they got down to their underwear, and saw Bobby was clearly busy with something on his computer. Maybe still typing out a list. He thought about barging in, hiding, like some kind of coward, but he doubted very much Bobby would allow him to get away with it without prying it out of him. Bobby would absolutely get Buck to talk, and he could almost hear it in his head, like a whiny kid. Chim and Hen are picking on me! They hurt my feelings! They basically said Abby was just using me for my body!

He briefly grimaced, shaking his head. He could also hear Bobby's response in his head. And why does that hurt you, Buck? Is it because you think they might be right? Buck shook his head at the imagined question as he walked away from the office, towards the bathroom. Was that why he was upset? Or maybe the way Chimney had said "special to us" was what struck a nerve. Like you had to be a certain way, work at it, to find Buck special. Like it wasn't something just anyone could do. He turned on the taps and splashed some cool water on his face to calm down and then patted his face fully dry with the shitty brown paper towels, tossing them away. He was in the door of the storage closet, peering inside, as if preemptively starting a task in case it was assigned to him. It was better than being left with his thoughts.

Buck's head snapped up and turned to see Eddie coming up to him, and felt the ghost of the previous heat in his cheeks threaten to start up again. With his fair skin, blushing could be obnoxiously obvious, so he was willing it away. "Uh-" He looked back at the storage closet and back at Eddie, who was trying his best at being a decent human being. Not that he really had to try. "Think he's still working on it." It felt like a lame, anticlimactic "ending" to whatever Eddie had come to ask him. He hesitated and turned, leaning his back against the open doorframe, his hands up near his chest, quietly cracking his knuckles one by one by pulling his fingers down toward his palm with his thumb. "That's just- ... that's just their opinion. By the way. The way they see it. And Chimney loves spinning stories, so..." He trailed off, staring at Eddie like he was trying to speak to him telepathically. As if the words in his head would make him better understood, even though he wasn't sure that was possible. Hell, Eddie would probably get a headache from the stream of consciousness going through Buck's mind. And maybe a little uncomfortable when the thought of "God, his eyes are so pretty," flitted through like someone quickly switching television channels.

He should be used to it by now. Any time he meets someone new, they generally want to know about his family. He's given some version of how and when he met Shannon, having Christopher, and enlisting in the army too many times to count, but he honestly hated talking about it. Talking about it made him think about his life up to this point, and that meant thinking about all the what ifs. Even though there's many things in his life that he would never want to change, mainly the fact that he has Christopher in his life, there were too many regrets buried in his thoughts as well.

Since it was Buck's life they were mainly discussing, Eddie's eyes were focused on him. They quickly shifted over to Chimney though in confusion when the other man answered for Buck. However, even though Chim was the one doing the talking, Eddie's eyes quickly went back to Buck so that he could gage his reaction. The more Chimney revealed, the more Eddie figured it was an exaggeration, but seeing Buck's reaction made him wonder just how accurate that was. Obviously he could understand why Abby would want to reach out to him because of how attractive he was, but even in the short time that he had known Buck, Eddie knew that there was way more to him than just his looks.

After hearing all that, it wasn't surprising to see Buck quickly leave the conversation. Eddie waited a few beats before standing up. "I'm just going to go..." He pointed in the direction that Buck headed off to and figured that he really didn't need to specify to Hen and Chim exactly where he was heading off to. It took a few minutes to track down Buck, but once he finally did, Eddie didn't want to come out and directly as him how he was doing, so he settled on a neutral opening question. "So were you able to track down what Cap wants us all to do today yet?"

[laxietindy]

venom: i wanna fuck u so bad

eddie: why r u so damn horny?

venom: idk i wasn't loved on my planet

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie seemed to have zero impulse control when he's not actively thinking about it. After Vecna Eddie moved in with Steve because he and Wayne didn't have a new place yet, plus, Wayne was living out of a motel. It was not a place for someone with wounds like his. Also, he was still waiting to be cleared of all charges. Steve was well enough to take care of Eddie. The metalhead was still in a lot of pain and on as many painkillers as he was allowed the first time that it happened. Steve was leaning over to fluff his pillows, and his lips were close to Eddie's face. It was all Steve’s fault, really. Eddie was thinking about how pretty his lips were when he decided to grab Steve by the back of the neck.

"What are - MMHH!"

Eddie brought his lips to his, and it was the sweetest kiss that Steve had ever experienced. It had left his lips feeling all tingly. Steve could easily pass it off on the fact that Eddie was high, and that was exactly what he did do. He never brought it up or told anyone about it. . .not even Robin. He really couldn't ignore it, though, when it happened a second time.

Eddie was feeling a lot better and could move around the house a lot more. Steve had finally been able to cook dinner for the both of them after living off other people's cooking and takeout while they both healed. They had finished eating when Eddie lumbered over to him and spun him around, cupping his face.

"That was the best home-cooked meal I've ever eaten - MUAH!" Eddie exclaimed, kissing him square on the mouth. "You go settle down. I'll handle the clean-up, big boy."

Steve had frozen a little. Surely, Eddie knew what he was doing? Since he hadn't brought it up, Steve decided not to bring it up either. . .except when it happened a third time. Eddie was completely healed, and he was able to be let out of the house since he was he officially cleared of all charges. He wanted to meet up with Corroded Coffin at Gareth's since they refused to come over to Steve's house despite the fact that Steve had told them they were welcome anytime. Even though he understood where they were coming from, it still stung that they refused to even try to get to know him. Anyways, Eddie was on his way out the door except for the fact that his keys were lying on the counter.

"Hey, did you forget something?" Steve asked.

"Oh, right," Eddie said, twirled around and kissed him while scooping up the keys. Then he was gone.

Okay, he really couldn't ignore it this time. Steve really needed to talk to someone about the kisses and about how much he liked them. He needed to know what that meant, and he knew exactly what kind of conversation this would turn out to be.

"Eddie keeps kissing me," Steve said as soon as Robin got in the car.

"I'm sorry, what?" Robin said, blinking.

"You know how Eddie's really affectionate," Steve replied. "Does it bother you when he kisses you?"

"Oh, you mean like kissing on the forehead and the cheek? No, I think it's sweet, actually," Robin said and rolled her eyes. "Are you feeling a little insecure in your masculinity because a man is getting a little affectionate with you?"

"What?! No, I don't mind getting affection from a man, Robin. You know I hug Argyle all the time," Steve said. "I'm just wondering why Eddie kisses me on the mouth and he doesn't do that with anyone else."

"Stop the car!" Robin screamed, and Steve pulled over the side, parking the car.

"Jesus, Robin!" Steve exclaimed.

"Eddie's been kissing you on the MOUTH?!" Robin asked.

"Yeah. He doesn't do that with you?" Steve asked.

"No, I think that's a treat only for you," Robin said.

"But why? We're both straight," Steve said. "I mean, I'm not trying to complain or anything, it's nice but why is he doing it?"

"You like it when he kisses you?" Robin asked.

"Yeah," Steve shrugged. "If I were into men, I'd be asking him on a date, but I'm not gay, Robin. . .well, maybe just for Eddie. Is it possible to be gay just for one person?"

"I mean, maybe, but I doubt that it's the case here," Robin said. "Usually, I would probably let you figure this out for yourself, but considering how long you kept it hidden that you like Nancy Drew, it might just take a while. . .do I have permission to rip off the band-aid?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess," Steve asked. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, how the hell were you so sure about Vickie and completely clueless about yourself?" Robin asked.

"Are you still on it that I totally called it about Vickie being a lesbian before you did?" Steve asked.

"She's not a lesbian, dingus," Robun said.

"Okay, I was pretty sure that you two were dating. Robin, she's clearly into you, so I'm pretty sure you have a shot," Steve said.

"Yeah, we are dating but she's not a lesbian," she said.

"I'm so confused," Steve said.

"In more ways than one," Robin said.

"Robin, we're going to be late for work," Steve said.

"Vickie is a bisexual," Robin said. "She likes more than one gender."

"Oh. . .oh, like David Bowie!" Steve exclaimed. "Right?!"

"Right," Robin said.

"Oh my god!" Steve said. "My Tom Cruise obsession suddenly makes sense - I didn't want to be him - "

"Not to mention, all those times you've stared openly at Eddie along with his posters of Eddie Van Halen and Kirt Hammel. . . "

"Kirk Hammett, Robin," Steve scoffed. "Eddie would rip you a new one for getting that one wrong."

"But you knew it because Eddie did," Robin said.

"I like him," Steve said with wide eyes.

"Yeah, buddy. Are you going to need a minute?" Robin said.

"Nah, I'm fine. I actually feel really good about it," Steve grinned.

"Not even a little freak out?" She asked.

"Nope!"

"Lucky bitch," Robin muttered.

"I'm sorry, the next time I have a realization about myself, I'll make sure to give you the freak out that you deserve," Steve said.

"That's all I'm asking," Robin said.

They spent the morning shift talking about Eddie and what he'd say to him once he got home. Steve debated on giving him flowers or not, or a stuff animal. He decided on a stuffed animal because that was more permanent, as Robin had pointed out. They were just about to take their break for lunch when Eddie strolled in.

"Hey," Steve said brightly. "I was just thinking about you."

"Yeah?" Eddie asked and leaned against the counter. "That's good to know."

Eddie leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. This time, Steve responded to it, cupping Eddie's face as he deepened the kiss. He could feel Eddie smile against his lips. Steve heard Robin scrambling to lock the front door and close the newly installed blinds. Eddie wrapped his arms around him, nearly climbing over the counter to do it. Finally, Robin coughed loudly and they broke apart.

"Hi," Steve said breathlessly.

"Hi," Eddie said. "I got something for you."

He climbed over the counter and sat down in front of him. He pulled out a rock and handed it to Steve.

"It looks like a guitar pick," Steve said with a grin.

"I thought you could use it for good luck," Eddie said.

"That's very sweet, thank you," Steve said, blushing. "I'm going to keep it forever."

"So, your boyfriend did good?" Eddie asked.

"Boyfriend?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I know we're taking things slow, but I was hoping that you'd consider me being your boyfriend," Eddie said.

"Yeah, uh, it's just - it might be the concussions, but I don't remember asking you out or you asking me out," Steve said.

"Oh, you definitely asked me out," Eddie said.

"Oh, God, Robin. The doctor said if I started having memory problems - " Steve said with wide eyes. "I'd definitely remember asking you out."

"Honey! I'm sure it's fine!" Eddie exclaimed. "Robin was there, she'll tell you!"

"I was NOT!" Robin yelled, her eyes going wide. "Or was I? Oh, god, what if I hit my head and I don't remember?! I'd remember my best friend asking out a man!"

"Okay, don't panic, Robin, we'll call Hopper - " Steve started to say.

"You really don't remember?!" Eddie shrieked.

"No!" Robin and Steve yelled.

"Seriously, Robin, you were there, and you turned into a giant duck which, by the way, is rude because you know about my fear of ducks!" Eddie yelled.

"Oh, Eddie, goddamnit, was this a dream?" Steve asked.

"You know what? Now that I'm thinking about it, I think it might have been a dream," Eddie said.

"Okay, those looks you've been giving me make a lot more sense," Robin said. "Have you been living in fear of me randomly turning into a duck, like I'm some sort of. . .wereduck?"

"I don't know, your name's Robin, and we've all been through crazy shit. . .anything is possible," Eddie said.

"Aww, and you've hugged me even though you're scared of ducks," Robin cooed.

"Well, it's my fear, my responsibility. It's not your fault," Eddie said and then looked at her. "But you're not, though, right?"

"No, Eddie," she said softly and then affectionately, "You dingus."

"This whole time. . .," Eddie trailed off. "We haven't actually been dating. You never asked me out."

Eddie started to scramble off of the counter when Steve grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Let's fix that. . .Eddie Munson, do you want to be my boyfriend?" Steve asked.

"Fuck yeah, I do," Eddie grinned.

He grabbed the back of Steve’s head and crashed their lips together. Eddie sighed and leaned his forehead against Steve’s.

"No one better fucking wake me up," Eddie breathed and Steve laughed.

"Oh God! I think my nose is turning into a bill - quack, quack!"

"Robin!"

[cfdbuckley]

Buck took the time while Eddie was focused on getting back on the road to rub at his eyes with the sides of his hands, wiping away any and all remnants of tears that he physically could. Sadly, there was nothing he could do about the glassy redness. In this and only this instance could he say he was glad Eddie wasn't looking at him, though even that thought ended with a twinge, with a treacherous little voice saying "Why would he want to look at you right now?" Still, his skin still tingled where he felt the ghost of Eddie's touch on his back.

Emotions flooded through him, all with their own companions, when Eddie told him it was the first time, that it was all new to him. Relief came hand in hand with guilt, then guilt broke up with relief and quickly got with worry. Shannon left him. And in what had to be a much more final way, if he wasn't just keeping up pretenses while she was away with her mother. Guilt and worry were suddenly evicted by anger and its child, contempt. Left him. Left Christopher. Truly, there couldn't be a worse life choice than that. Buck found the idea unfathomable, his brow furrowing in confusion and annoyance.

How dare she, actually? She had (and made, he reluctantly had to add) two of the best people on the planet and decided to leave? Of course, Buck kept the insults to himself, since no matter how true any of them were, Eddie historically wasn't a fan of the bash-Shannon train. In fact, he more often than not tried to reroute to a track where it was his fault, and Buck didn't think he could handle that kind of outrageousness on top of the anger at Shannon for being in possession of the very best life had to offer and still dipping out.

Self-disdain decided to find out where relief had moved to after being broken up with and straight up suffocate it in its sleep. Just because it was his first time, because he was "single," did not mean Buck got to feel any type of way about it. Even if Eddie had begun to figure out that his sexuality might not be as black and white as it seemed, that didn't mean he would want Buck carve out the Shannon shaped hole until he could squeeze himself into it. He needed to be Eddie's friend right now. Eddie, who had just revealed his claim had left him and that he'd been doing a lot of self-reflection. And the latter was sometimes using a distorted mirror that often misled the absolutely incredible man across the way from Buck.

His brain briefly searched for what Eddie would do in this situation, what would make Buck feel better in this instance. WWED, essentially. It didn't take long to consider, and before he'd even fully grasped the thought, his hand was lifting up automatically and settling on top of Eddie's shoulder. It was more of an Eddie move, so Buck had to hope its creator wasn't immune to it's affects. Just in case it was, Buck decided to drag his hand further up, to grasp the meat of his shoulder where it met with his neck, dragging his thumb down muscle until it found bone and he gently pressed down above his collarbone.

Buck could still remember the first time Eddie had done that to him... well, the circumstances, maybe not so much, especially since he was fairly sure he stopped understanding English when the thumb pressed into a divot in his collarbone had shot fireworks throughout his body. Despite the layers, it felt as though Eddie had been able to transfuse his comfort and reassurance straight into Buck, not as shallowly as his veins, but straight into his marrow. It wasn't until reflecting back on it now that Buck realized how desperately it had activated in him a desire to kiss Eddie, and it had maybe been only the impossibility of losing contact with the large, soft brown eyes that had kept him from it. The way Eddie's eyes were so wide Buck had been able to see the whites all the way around, like the earnestness Eddie felt in that moment had required all available space to shine through, and God, had it.

"When?" was the only word he could think to ask, barring all self-interested thoughts from wrestling their way through. This was about Eddie, and him having kept it to himself may sting, but Buck didn't get to feel any certain way about this, past concern for his friend. How Eddie felt was and would always be the thing that mattered most.

Even though he didn't want to really get into the details while they were in his truck, Eddie at least wanted to make it clear to Buck that attending any type of club, especially a sex club, was definitely not normal behavior for him. However, as soon as he was about to tell Buck just that, his passenger suddenly told him to pull over. Eddie obviously did just as he was told and was glad that it was late enough so there wasn't much traffic to weave through before being able to stop the car at the side of the road.

As Buck opened the car door, Eddie watched him carefully, which one hand hovering over his door handle and the other reaching out to other man, to determine what his next steps would be. If Buck would have gotten out of the truck, Eddie would have been right there next to him, but it seemed as if Buck decided to stay in the truck so Eddie did as well. Even though they stayed in the truck, Eddie still wanted to provide some comfort, so he reached out and lightly ran his hand along Buck's back.

As he was doing that, Eddie was trying to figure out what happened to Buck that brought on his current state. He had talked enough with Buck to know that the other man wasn't drunk enough to cause him to get sick. Since the last thing that Buck had to be thinking about before getting ill was Eddie being in that club, so Eddie could only deduct that Buck was disgusted at the thought. Sadly, there was no way for Eddie to turn back time and stay at home, so all he could do was try repair any damage that he had caused.

Buck's reaction also meant that Eddie really wasn't able to hold off on this conversation until they got to his house. After Buck said he was okay and shut his door, Eddie pulled back out onto the street. "Just so you know... this is all very new for me, so this was my first time there. I've had a lot of time to do some thinking since Shannon left me." One reason why Eddie wanted to wait was so that he could be face to face with Buck, but now he saw the appeal of doing this while he was driving because he had to keep his eyes on the road and couldn't see Buck look at him as the failure that he was.

[lilpomelito]

Steve and Robin go out to a gay club in Indy one night and Robin ends up pissed off because even if she did make a couple of friends and connections with the local scene she didn't have as much luck as Steve who made out with like 5 dudes in a row. How come they're going to the gay places and her straight friend still has more game than her?! Turns out maybe not so much, since Steve spends the monday shift at family video talking how much he enjoyed kissing guys and how hot it got him and how it didn't feel like a performance—which Robin can relate to that part—so maybe it's time to keep experimenting? Robin thinks he might be going a little fast but Steve is determined so he asks if he should ask Eddie if he's down to hooking up so he can try having sex with a guy which sends Robin into another spiral because whoa, since when are you aware that Eddie's gay? (And shit, if she said it out loud to Steve does that count as outing Eddie?!) Steve says he just knows, the same way he knows that Vicky is into boobies (ugh, not this again!) and anyway there's no harm in asking. Robin's mind is blown when Steve literally picks up the phone and calls Eddie if he's down to fuck that night at his place. She's not surprised Eddie agrees. He might be even more of a masochist than Robin herself, really. Which leads to a very interesting night where Robin spends hours trying to concentrate on her stupid homework and not think about how her best friend, her soulmate, the light of her life, is right now having gay sex literally days after finding out "kissing guys is cool actually," when it took her years to admit to herself that she was into girls. And it's even more mortifying when a little after midnight Steve calls her—of course he does—and informs her that sex with men is actually so much better than sex with girls, for him at least, he just had the best orgasm of his life (good for him) and inform her that he now has a boyfriend. Honestly, what did Robin expect. Good for Steve and his simple, honest heart.

[demobatman]

a little late but in honor of the one year anniversary of volume 2 i redrew the first drawing i ever posted 😋😋

[shares-a-vest]

I feel like over the past week and a half, I have been any given one of the trio in this ficlet. So yeah, I'm projecting onto my blorbos. Enjoy!

Eddie can sense Steve isn't in bed when he blinks awake. It's still dark out and the apartment is freezing. Well, Eddie is freezing without the furnace-like warmth of his boyfriend curled into his side.

He looks over at Steve's nightstand to find that the alarm clock only reads a little past 3am and that's when he begins to panic. It's nowhere near time for Steve's early morning run, nor is it a reasonable enough hour that he might be pottering about in the living room.

So, Eddie hops out of bed and is immediately hit by the winter chill of the two-bed apartment he and Steve share with Robin.

He shivers as he walks into the hallway, where he finds the apartment still shrouded in an icy darkness. He chances a peek into Robin's room, where he finds his housemate sound asleep and snoring, lying in the middle of her bed and certainly without the company of her best friend.

Steve has nightmares – hell, the three of them do. But Steve usually ends up with Robin if the situation arises.

Eddie continues on, now tucking his hands under his armpits, hugging himself as he dips his chin into the loosened neck-hole of his oversized sweater – a maroon-coloured former Harrington Classic.

He tiptoes along so as not to disturb Robin, almost sliding his socks along the floorboards as he makes his way into the living area, his path illuminated by outside street lamps.

Eddie tsks under his breath when he comes across Steve, curled in on himself as he lays soundly asleep on the couch, his nail bat close by on the floor.

Steve hums, or more shivers – visibly freezing as he sleeps in nothing more than an old pair of gym shorts whose material Eddie suspects might evaporate the next time they find themselves in one of the building's shoddy washing machines.

He sits by his boyfriend's side and places a hand on Steve's shoulder, desperate to stir him enough to coax him back to bed, but not spook him entirely.

"Sweetheart," he stage-whispers as Steve grumbles.

"Hmm?" he murmurs before startling awake. His eyes snap to attention and he looks up at Eddie as he speaks full volume, his voice groggy, "I heard a noise."

Steve rubs at his arms, the iciness of their surroundings hitting him now that he is (at least, partially) conscious.

"Love, I need you to come back to bed, it's freezing out here."

"But, I heard a noise," Steve whines, sitting up now.

Eddie can't help it, he presses his palm to Steve's cheek and his heart skips a beat at just how cold he feels.

"Shit," he curses and loops his arm around Steve's middle, commanding, "Bed, now."

Steve grumbles, but complies, lazily reaching for his bat before they both stand up as one. Eddie takes his boyfriend's weight, the bat dragging along by Steve's side as they shuffle back towards their bedroom.

Steve shivers and continues mumbling something about the noise he heard. And Eddie can't tell if it was an actual noise or something heard in that strange (and admittedly, scary) space between wake and sleep. Whatever it is, Steve seems both frightened and stubborn all in one.

He shudders again and Eddie can't bring himself to bite his tongue any longer.

"Baby, why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

Typically, he'd be all over Steve in such a state of undress – with all that hair and muscle. But right now, his arms are peppered with goosebumps and his eyes are starting to droop with every step.

"Got hot before," Steve explains, weary.

They pass by Robin's bedroom and the door opens fully, revealing a duvet-covered mass and in the darkness, Eddie can still spot a frown.

"What's going on?" she asks, voice like gravel but nonetheless worried.

"I heard a noise, Robbie."

His tone pains Eddie from his heart down to his gut and the same must happen to Robin too because, in an instant, she retreats to her room in haste.

Eddie continues on to his and Steve's bedroom and gently lowers Steve onto the edge of the bed before he takes the baseball bat. He makes a show of rolling it back under the bed but Steve isn't watching. Instead, his boyfriend is looking over at Robin, who has reappeared, cradling a handful of items and hunching her shoulders in a feeble attempt to keep some kind of hold on her blanket.

Eddie flicks on the bedside lamp and crosses her as he heads off in search of a sweater. He rifles through a drawer and listens on to what sounds like Robin crowding the nightstand with her stuff before she swishes about the excess bedding. Steve whines and Eddie turns back to find Robin with her arm around her best friend.

"Alright," Eddie says, holding out a navy sweater, "Time for bed."

He gestures for Steve to lift his arms up and he complies. It takes a moment, but Eddie wrestles the near-dead weight of Steve into a cozy sweater before he lifts his legs to help him into bed.

"In the middle, Dingus," Robin instructs, "And don't snore."

"How about, you don't fart," Steve quips, shuffling into the middle nonetheless.

There's a bitchy lilt to Steve's voice that has Eddie relaxing a little. He rolls his eyes, thinking the pair burrowing under the covers will probably bicker on. But honestly, he'd prefer that to the balled-up, half-naked, scared Steve he found out in the living room.

Eddie exchanges a glance with Robin before she reaches for the nightstand and grabs a hot water bottle, her Walkman, a notepad and a pencil.

"What the hell are you doing?" Eddie grouses, rounding his side of the bed – thankful to slip back under the covers.

But he pauses mid-way, distracted now as Robin juggles with her wears.

"I need my things," she grumbles as she places the hot water bottle on her stomach and dry sobs, "Oh no, it has gone cold!"

Steve rolls his eyes in Robin's direction, more sleepily than annoyed.

"Eddie, go get some hot water," he mumble-commands, turning to snuggle in close to his best friend.

"What?"

"Eddie..."

"Fine," he reaches for the hot water bottle and snatches it from Robin's grasp.

Eddie thinks he must love his boyfriend a lot, considering how he freezes his ass off to a doubled-over, teeth-chattering level in the several minutes it takes for their stupid kettle to warm up. And by the time he gets back to the bedroom, Robin is quietly snoring with Steve tucked into her side, the two of them forming a single hair-filled mass of platonic soulmatedness.

Eddie tucks the hot water bottle under Robin's covers as best he can and resumes his spot, giggling at the thought of the inevitable drool that is going to make its way into Steve's hair at some point. He snuggles in behind Steve, forming a cocoon around him and his boyfriend snuffles at the touch.

"It's okay, Stevie," he says, kissing him just behind the ear, "Get some sleep. Don't think about the noise. You're safe here with me and Rob."

"What about my ba –"

"It's back under the bed, sweetheart," Steve hums at that, relaxing against him, "We'll figure out the noise in the morning, I promise."

"'Kay," Steve breathes more than speaks as sleep overcomes him, "Love... you."

"I won't let anything hurt you, Steve," Eddie says, hugging him tight.