#put EDDIES ass in the bandages outfit

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

Hi Good Morning Hawkins, I have a question:

When is someone going to write The Fifth Element + Stranger Things Alternate Universe fanfiction with Eddie as Leeloo and Reader as Korben Dallas?

Because the smooth brain take would be to make reader Leeloo, when there’s only one freak in the world who is sensitive and ethereal enough to be the “perfect being” speaking the divine language, and that’s fucking Eddie Munson.

Also me and @writhingg want to see “Eddie Dallas Multipass.” So badly.

[cheyningdiamond]

A fic where Hank suddently wakes up, seeing the boombox Man, just to discover all the massacre Was a dream

Adding more because AU stuff hehe

Hank grunted and groaned weakly as he slowly opened his eyes. His ears ringing in pain and agony as his head throbbed in ceaseless pain. Where was he? All he remembered was fighting in the arena grounds of Nevada against the Auditor. His once MAG-nified body was now more average built...

What happened to him...?

"Hank? Hank!" He saw Eddy, the boombox wielding man, kneel down and look him over. "Oh Jesus. Shit dude, I'm sorry... I-I didn't mean to hit ya so hard..."

Hank blinked, looking down at his body, then his hands. He felt a slight tightness on his chest.

"Wh...Whuh... happeh...?" He was still dazed all to Hell.

Another grunt was seen on the phone, calling an ambulance. His head was bleeding from the rough punch Eddy swung at him.

"Shh, don't talk, man... Here." He took his own jacket off and wrapped it around his shaven head. "There... Sh-Should help the bleeding, yeah?"

Hank weakly tried swinging his fists at Eddy, in an attempt to break free. "Where's... San- Dei- Auuidiitor..." He groaned. "Trihh...ckyy...?"

Eddy blinked. "Ahh fuck me, I really caved your brain in, huh... Shit..." He held Hank close, gently pressing the jacket into his head to try and stop the bleeding. "Just relax, ok? Paramedics are on their way..."

"P-Parah... hhuh?" What was happening? No, no this had to have been a dream...

Did the Auditor knock him out??

Where was he!?

Paramedics did indeed come and took Hank. He ended up passing out on the way over there...

When he came to, he saw doctor looking down at him with worrisome eyes.

"A-Ah, Mr. Wimbleton... Y-You're awake..."

He moaned slightly as he was still trying to get his vision to adjust to the newer setting.

"I-I'm Dr. Friend. How are you feeling?"

Hank stared at him, then shook his head slightly out of disbelief.

"Where... Am I? Where are my friends?"

"Your friends?"

"S-Sanford... Deimos... Dammit, where are they!?"

The doctor flinched at Hank raising their voice.

"S-Sir, please calm down... You do not need to be in hysteria... I just sewed your head... Please, do not put yourself under more stress..."

Hank frowned and looked away. He didn't know what was going on, or why. The familiar park he was in, the boombox, Eddy... This was all crazy.

"...I'm sorry..." He mumbled, giving up for now.

"It's quite alright... You're lucky, you know. I was told you bled quite a lot on the way over..." He moved close and looked at the bandages over Hank's head.

Eddy definitely wore rings when that happened, that son of a bitch...

Hank sighed and stayed quiet...

A nurse came into the room. "Sir, the patient's family is here."

"F-Family?" Hank asked, blinking.

"Ah, yes... Bring them in. I need to go check on my other patients."

He looked over at Hank. "Think you'll be okay on your own?"

Hank was still processing everything and just blindly nodded.

Dr. Friend smiled and left the room.

Hank stared down at his normal looking hands and arms. He wasn't as buff as he used to be and the giant claw-like arm he had was gone... No metal jaw, no nothing...

Was it all a dream...?

No, it couldn't have been!!

Hank snapped out of his deep thoughts when he couldn't believe who ran into the room.

A small child, wearing a bright blue sweater and rainbow pants ran in, crying.

"M-Mommaaa...!!" He cried, jumping onto the bed and hugging Hank.

Hank's eyes shot open... Last thing he remembered was Happi being taken away from him... Seeing him here just-

It left him speechless...

He stared at his son, who was sniffling and hiccupping.

"M-Momma! We heard you got hurt! Are you okay, Momma??"

Hank just stared. Skittles saw tears pouring out of his mother's eyes and felt himself being hugged tightly.

"Ah- Mom...? Wh-What's wrong?"

Hank sniffled, not letting go... It was years. Years... And Skittles looked like he was only 5...

"Hey, don't crush the kid, now." Hank looked up, seeing... his siblings.

The same siblings that took his baby away. The same that hated his guts.

The siblings that had the worst war-torn faces. Now, they looked... Normal. No scars, no fake jaws, nothing too!

Hank stared at Heather and Henry, blinking. Instead of the mercenary outfits, Heather wore a white hoodie and pale rose sweatpants and Henry had on a pink leather jacket and black jeans.

Hank blinked. "H...Heath...er? Henry...??"

"Heyy, he didn't get amnesia. You owe me, sis."

"Shut up, asshole..." Heather looked at Hank and walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"How ya feelin' big bro?" She held his hand, seeing some dried blood still on his hand from holding his injured head.

"Big- excuse me!?" He glared. He couldn't stop himself from getting pissed. "Wh-Who are you to call me that!?"

She blinked at the sudden aggression, but glared right back. "Uhm, I'm your sister, you jerk... Why are you suddenly getting angry at me? I didn't punch ya, now did I?"

"Oh but you could!" Henry laughed, making his sister and brother glare at him, even his nephew gave him an unhappy look.

"...What??"

Hank looked at Heather and sighed. "I-I'm... I'm sorry... I just- I don't know what's going on anymore..."

"Look, I get you're still pissed... I dunno if it has anything to do with earlier at park, but-"

"Wait, where am I living right now?"

Heather blinked and looked at Henry. "Dammit, he does have amnesia! Well, there goes $50."

She looked back at Hank. "You're...You and Happi are living with us... How do you not remember this?"

"A-And- hhh-...him...?"

Heather stared, then looked at Hank with worry.

"...He's in jail, Hank... What's gotten into you? We had his ass in prison ages ago..."

He stared, then looked down.

My God...

It really was all a dream...

Sanford, Deimos, Jeb, Tricky...

Auditor...

Hank put his hands over his face as his head kept throbbing. No amount of pain pills was gonna ease his aching head... Not with everything that happened...

Or, didn't happen...

Skittles gently put his hands over Hank's hands. "Mama... Hurt?"

Hank looked at the child and smiled weakly. "No, baby... I'm ok..." He hugged Skittles close, then opened his other arm, looking at his siblings.

The two looked at each other, confused by his sudden affection. But, they walked over and Hank pulled them into a tight hug.

"...I love you guys..." He started to sob. "I love you guys so mm-mmuch..."

The siblings awkwardly looked at each other, then at their older sibling.

"Uh, yeah man..."

"We love you too, Hank... Mom'll be here shortly. Doc said we can pick ya up today..."

Hank smiled softly, drying his eyes. Even getting to see his mother again made him feel pure joy...

No more war.

No more Auditor...

No more MADNESS...

Hank chuckled quietly, and looking at his siblings with a delighted grin.

"I-I... I'd like that..."

[half-bakedboy]

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz Rated: General Summary: “I’ve recently found myself with a lot of time on my hands and since you don’t seem to have enough to romance someone,” Buck began, settling his drink on the table, “I think it only makes sense for someone to romance you.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh and shot back, “Yeah, and how are you going to find someone willing to put in that effort?”

“Oh, you’re lookin’ at him.”

Or… Eddie gets the romance he deserves in the form of fluff-filled dates with Buck.

For @911fluffweek - day seven: Free choice // Love confession

(read the final chapter on ao3 or start from the beginning)

The morning had sucked, to put it frankly. Eddie woke up late, sleeping through his alarm for the first time in years, and when he had barged through Christopher’s door, his son was anything but compliant. He took his sweet time getting out of bed, refused to brush his teeth or hair, and changed his outfit too many times for Eddie to count. By the time Eddie had gotten him in the car, they were going to be late to school and he didn’t even have time to call them and let them know. 

He didn’t need the speech he got when he dropped Christopher off after the first bell and he didn’t need the sympathetic but still judgmental gazes of his team and his captain when he stepped into the station ten minutes after his shift started. He barely had time to eat the plain bagel he started toasting—his cinnamon raisin ones he kept at the station had gotten moldy since Buck had started making him breakfast more often than not—when the first bell of the day rang through the station. 

His turnout gear was too heavy on his already fatigued body and as he ran into the first fire of the day, the heat was almost too much to handle. He had to carry a man twice his size out of the burning building only to be chastised by Bobby for ignoring a direct order even if it was for the good of the victim. Even Hen was tired of his bad attitude by the time they got back to the station. 

“Oh, thank god,” she muttered as they both jumped out of the back of the firetruck, “maybe you can get the stick out of Eddie’s ass.” Eddie shot daggers at her, but his features softened considerably when the door slammed closed and he saw Buck standing in front of the open doors. 

“Hey,” he said, walking up slowly, his eyebrows furrowed, “did we have plans that I forgot about?” Buck shook his head and raised up a coffee from their favorite sandwich shop a few blocks down the road. 

“A little bird told me that you didn’t have the best morning,” Buck began, pausing to take in Eddie’s form. He was sweaty and covered in grime, the small bandage on his head standing out against his ashen skin. “They didn’t tell me that you were hurt. Are you okay?” Buck asked hurriedly, placing the coffee on the floor before cupping Eddie’s face in his hands. Eddie tried to keep him at arm’s length but Buck pushed forward anyway, inspecting the bandage as if he could see through the thick gauze. 

“I’m completely fine, Buck. Just a little house fire injury. It could’ve been way worse,” he added, which did absolutely nothing to ease the tension in Buck’s shoulders. 

“Chim, the next time you rat my boyfriend out, maybe mention that he has an injury?” Buck asked, causing Eddie to glare in Chim’s direction. He figured Chim was the tattletale but didn’t think Buck would call him out that easily. 

“There will be no next time, you a—”

“Language!” Bobby shouted before Chim could finish. He turned to Buck and Eddie, hands on his hips with his captain face on. “Eddie, you’re taking a long lunch, and before you argue,” he held up a hand when Eddie took a step forward, “it’s either send you to the doctors to get checked out or make you take a damn breather. You decide.”

Eddie sighed and nodded. “Got it, Cap. Can I shower first?” He asked, gesturing down at himself. If he looked as gross as he felt, he’d need one before he could enjoy anything. 

Bobby nodded which was all Eddie needed to dismiss himself with a quick peck to Buck’s cheek and the promise that he’d be back soon. It was like the entirety of his horrible morning was washed off of his shoulders while he scrubbed himself down, but he was sure it wasn’t only the showers doing. 

Seeing Buck standing there was on the cusp of overwhelming. The second Eddie saw him, he wanted to be wrapped around him, covered in him, curled up inside of him so that he could make every frustration, annoyance, and sadness in him go away. Even the simple way Buck immediately inspected his injury, ignoring the way he probably felt and smelled after the high-intensity call, had Eddie’s stomach fluttering and the tension in his body turned to mush. 

Eddie dried and got dressed as quickly as he could because all he wanted to do was spend the time he was allotted with Buck. He needed to tell Buck exactly how he felt at that moment and Eddie wasn’t one to hold back, not with anyone, especially Buck. It was a miracle that he had waited that long to say the three words that meant everything to him, ones that he hadn’t said to anyone besides Christopher in what was probably a year. 

“I’ll have him back in an hour,” Buck shouted to the team as Eddie walked out, clean and happy. He sent everyone a wink Eddie didn’t quite understand before he grabbed the coffee from the floor with one hand and laced their fingers together with the other. 

“Where are we going? I thought we could just…” He gestured to the loft but Buck shook his head and led him to his jeep, opening the door as he had on their first date. 

“Don’t give me that look, Diaz. You act like I stopped being the perfect gentleman after all this time,” Buck accused, kissing Eddie’s cheek quickly before he shut the door. 

As he got into the driver’s seat, Eddie said slowly, “This feels like a weird trap.” Buck scoffed and grabbed Eddie’s hand from his lap, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss but saying nothing else. 

Eddie leaned his head back against the seat behind him because even if it was a trap, he trusted Buck. He had no doubt in his mind that Buck was doing something to get his mind off of the horrible morning he had and all it took was the knowledge that Eddie wasn’t in a good mood for him to drop everything. It was really that simple and Eddie couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“Hey, Buck?” Eddie asked, keeping his head against the seat behind him but tilting it so he could look at Buck. 

Buck glanced over with a small smile and responded softly, “Yeah?” 

“I love you.” Eddie spoke quietly, barely above the low murmur of the radio Buck always had to have playing in the background, but he knew Buck heard him because he was pulling over to the side of the road almost the second the words were out. “What are you—”

“No!” Buck shouted and before Eddie could ask for an explanation, Buck was out of the car, slamming his door and stomping like a toddler over to Eddie’s side. 

The second the door opened, Eddie said, “Buck, I am so confused.” 

Buck continued to stay silent and grabbed Eddie’s hand, dragging him down the street. Eddie probably could have pulled him to a stop, but he was too busy trying to grasp onto the sliver of string holding his heart together, ready to snap any second if Buck didn’t love him back. He didn’t think that was possible. He had been so sure that Buck felt the same as he had shown it, proved it, on every occasion he could. Eddie wasn’t sure what he would do if—

“Oh,” Eddie whispered when they rounded a corner to a park they frequented with Christopher every so often. The picnic table they always sat at had a white, embroidered table cloth with plates that Eddie recognized from Buck’s kitchen set on top. There was a fake candle in the middle and the same bouquet of flowers Buck had gotten him on their first date settled beside it. 

“It’s been weeks since we had been able to have a moment alone together, Eds,” Buck said, grabbing both of Eddie’s hands in his own and taking a deep breath. He stared into Eddie’s eyes and as if he had memorized an entire speech, cleared his throat and began. “I’ve been trying to plan this big romantic gesture that would blow all of our other dates out of the damn water but every time I had something in place, there was always something else in the way.”

“You don’t need to—” Buck squeezed his hands and raised his eyebrows, a clear threat in his features that had Eddie snapping his mouth shut but still unable to hold back the grin on his lips. 

“As I was saying,” Buck enunciated pointedly as he pulled Eddie to the table and nudged him to sit, “there hasn’t been time for me to tell you how much you mean to me. I know we show it every time we’re together, but words? They mean a lot to me. I’ve never really been good with them. I stuttered as a kid and it was a constant struggle to get anyone to listen to me when I could finally speak my mind…” 

Buck trailed off and glanced away like he was suddenly embarrassed by the admission that had Eddie warming up from the inside out. Eddie angled his head to catch Buck’s eyes and rested a gentle hand on his cheek, nodding to urge him on. He wanted to make sure he heard what Buck had to say, that Buck knew he was there to listen to him even if no one else ever had been. Buck shook his head and let out a huff of disbelieving laughter before he spoke again. 

“The only words that have been swirling around my mind for the last few months have been about you. How lucky I was to have met you when I did, how fun it is to spend time with you, how immediately I fell in deep with both you and Christopher.” At the mention of his son, Eddie’s heart squeezed. Buck knew how much that would have meant to him. “Most importantly, how I’ve never quite loved anyone as much as I love you.” 

Eddie’s cheeks hurt from the wide smile that he couldn’t even try to erase from his face. His stomach bubbled over like champagne finally released from the confines of its bottle and his heart pounded that steady beat that he was sure matched in time with Buck’s. He loved him. Buck loved him and Eddie loved him right back. Nothing could ever be as perfect. 

“But then, you go and steal all of my thunder by blurting it out when I’m just existing,” Buck complained, clear exasperation in his voice that Eddie rolled his eyes at. 

“Our entire relationship doesn’t have to be a competition, Evan,” Eddie argued, standing so he could hold Buck’s face in his hands and brush their noses together. “I know it started that way, with you seeing me as some sort of challenge to pass the time on your hands,” Eddie said softly but was interrupted by Buck shaking his head rapidly. 

“Hey, that’s not—” Eddie chuckled and pressed a delicate kiss to Buck’s lips, smiling when Buck chased after his mouth like he needed more than that. 

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Buck, because you’ve spent the last few months being everything I tried to run away from and everything I’ve needed. These big romantic gestures from your makeshift handbook were incredible, but I don’t care about anything other than the fact that I really, really love you, okay?”  

Buck nodded and when they kissed, it was with barely contained smiles on their faces. It was awkward with too much teeth and laughter, but they were happy, they were in love. Every second spent with Buck, even when they were rushing around to get him back to the station, was a memory Eddie wanted to keep forever. 

Eddie was looking for an escape when he moved to L.A. He wasn’t trying to find a family or a home for himself, only focusing on the future he could provide for Christopher and caring little for his own. He was searching for an easy way out and hoped it was the right thing for both him and his son. 

Then he realized what’s easy is right and that began and ended with Buck.