#Eddie hands him a donut and all is forgotten

[artiststarme]

It's No Secret... Anymore

Thank you to @mx-jinxous for the prompt! This took a really long time to write but it was so much fun playing with everyone's dynamics. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Steve felt like he was dreaming. It felt like he was looking through someone else’s eyes, dissociating far from his own body. He couldn’t feel the weight of Eddie’s slowly-fading body in his arms or the burning of the wounds in his sides. He wasn’t aware of where he was or if anyone was following him. He was purely relying on muscle memory and muscle memory alone. 

He didn’t see the speeding car in front of him that swerved into a nearby bush and fence post. He hardly noticed the hands pulling him backward and out of the road. He came back to himself though once he heard his brother’s voice. 

“Steve? Steve-O? Come on buddy, you’re worrying me here. Where have you been? I haven't seen your ass all week. Come on man, are you… are you fucking bleeding? Brother, answer me. We can’t be out here, there’s an earthquake going on. Come with me.”

Steve blinked just to come face to face with Phil. He was shining his flashlight on Eddie’s face against Steve’s shoulder but his eyes were focused directly on Steve’s.

“You with me, bro?” His mustache twitched unhappily and Steve rushed to answer. 

“Um, no. Not really. I think he’s dying and I kinda might be too. And I think my friends are missing? Where am I?” Steve couldn’t get his thoughts together cohesively. His mind was fractured, overcome with too much trauma in too little time. 

Phil just looked more concerned at his words with his face becoming vaguely panicked once he looked at Eddie. He looked quickly up at Steve, down at Eddie, then back at Steve. “Is this Eddie Munson? The murderer Eddie Munson? The Eddie Munson that has been on the run all week? Good golly Steve, I’m trying not to curse but what the fuck?”

Steve just looked at the pinched expression of pain that Eddie held and murmured, “he’s my friend.”

“Oh my god, Steve. Fine, we’ll deal with this later. Think you can walk to my squad car? I kinda damaged the front end but I’m sure it's semi-driveable. Powell’s tied up with the gates to hell opening up, I have plenty of time to take care of you.”

“Yeah, I can- I can walk,” and he could with the support of Phil. He felt his brother supporting both his and Eddie’s weight until they were deposited into the backseat of the patrol unit. 

“And uh, is the girl hiding in the bushes with you? She’s kinda been watching us for awhile. You might have a stalker, little bro.” He shined his flashlight over to the bush and saw a sandy bob duck behind the foliage. 

“Robin?” Steve muttered, still out of it and only on the verge of consciousness. 

“Buckley, is that you? Come on, you’re coming with us back to Steve’s place. Let’s go,” Phil waved the light between the two. He had both hands on his hips and stood like a disappointed middle-aged dad. “I don’t have time to be doing things willy-nilly. Let’s go!”

Robin poked her head out of the bushes and scooted gracelessly over to the car until she was able to bump elbows with Steve. They both relaxed a smidgen within the same space, the two brain cells reuniting after a stressful ten minutes apart.

Phil hopped in the driver’s seat and bumped his head against the steering wheel. What had this idiot gotten himself into now?

~*~*~*~

By the time Phil arrived at his house at the edge of the suburbs, all three kids were out cold in his backseat. He stood at the open back door for a moment before sighing and lugging first Robin, then Eddie, then Steve into his living room, huffing with exertion all the while. He would definitely have to cut back on the station donuts and start exercising again. Right after he dealt with the dying fugitive on his brother’s couch, the blood seeping through Steve’s shirt, and his brother’s unconscious best friend that was snoring atrociously. 

Jesus Christ. 

Well, he had plenty of practice with medical care from his EMT training so he got to work. He got the first aid kit out of the squad car and started with the murderous Munson. Phil didn’t know what had happened to these kids but it couldn’t be any good. Munson’s entire torso was torn apart like he’d been gnawed on by a wild animal. It wasn’t bleeding too bad but he was missing chunks of skin, so much so that Phil couldn’t sew him up with just sutures. Hell, this kid was going to need skin grafts. A lot of them. 

He put gauze on the worst of the wounds then cautiously stepped over to Steve. What he’d seen on Munson made him hesitant to look at the damage but surely it couldn’t be worse than that. Right? As soon as he lifted Steve’s shirt, he came immediately to two conclusions. 

1. Steve had a lot more chest hair than he did and that was totally unfair.

2. The wounds on Steve’s abdomen were deep, infected, and horrific. 

Just like with Munson, there was nothing to close. All he saw were missing chunks of skin and muscle that should have been in his sides. The marred remains were covered in grime and yellowish puss that made the entire room smell of infection. 

Fuck, he couldn’t help them here. He had to get them, all three of them because he wasn’t touching an unconscious girl for anything, to a hospital. But that begged the question; which hospital? Munson… Eddie was wanted all through the state of Indiana for at least three murders and an assault. If he took him to any nearby hospital, he would be arrested and surely there was more to the story if Steve was protecting him so much. He couldn’t let one of Steve’s only friends get arrested without hearing the story from the both of them. 

He had to take these three up to a hospital in Illinois. Chicago was roughly four hours away, he knew from his and Steve’s annual visits to their great aunt in Evanston. It was a risk, both for aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive as well as hoping he survived that long of a drive, but his gut told him to trust his brother on this one. So that’s what he did. He loaded the three teens back into his patrol car and mumbled swears under his breath when he passed the “Leaving Hawkins” sign. He hoped to all that was mighty that he was making a good call. 

~*~*~*~

Steve woke up to familiar voices; one hushed and one screeching. 

“You kidnapped them?! You’re a cop, I thought you would help them but instead you drove them all the way to goddamn Chicago like some middle-aged pervert loser?” Steve came around to a loud argument between what sounded like Dustin and Phil. It was weird though because he’d never introduced the two. 

“Hey, listen here shithead, words hurt. I am not middle-aged, I’m 28. And why would I kidnap my own brother? I can legally take him anywhere, it's practically my birthright. I don’t have to go through all the work of kidnapping him.” Phil shook his head at Dustin.

“Stop trying to trick me, I know Eddie is an only child!”

“Munson?! I’m Steve’s big brother, you little gremlin. Can’t you see the resemblance?” He gestured between where Steve was groggily looking up at him and then back at himself. 

“No, but I can’t see anything past your outrageous mustache.” Steve saw Phil’s jaw drop and knew that Dustin had crossed a line. 

“You short fucker, that is too far! I take a lot of pride in this ‘outrageous mustache’,” Phil put air quotes around the offending remake before pointing an aggressive finger in Dustin’s direction. “I will absolutely take you off the visitation list, toothless. Do not test me.” 

“Don’t threaten me, I’ll report you to the authorities!” Dustin countered. 

“I am the authorities!” Phil dropped all decorum and screamed at practically the top of his lungs. 

Sensing enough was enough, Steve tried to push himself up to a sitting position before a burning in his sides caused him to fall back down. Both men (or one man and Dustin) stopped their squabbling and rushed to his sides.

“Steve, you’re hurt so don’t try to get up. Shit kid, let me get a nurse or something. You weren’t doing too hot.” With that Phil sprinted out of the room, presumably to the nurse’s station and Steve was left with Dustin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin. 

He looked blearily at all of them before asking the most important question, “where’s Eddie?”

They all parted to reveal Eddie lying in the bed next to him. His neck and chest were covered with bandages but his face looked peaceful. There were no cuffs on his wrists as Steve assumed there would be. He laid back again and let out a sigh. Everything was as it should be, he could finally relax.

“Um so Steve, don’t be mad but your brother can be really persuasive when he wants to be and you never introduced him as your brother so I just kind of assumed that we were getting captured by the police and that it was going to be so much worse than the Russians because I always thought Officer Callahan was kind of psycho. But then I woke up here and he bought me Cheetos so everything is fine. Except it's kind of not because you and Eddie have been out for a couple of days and I told Big Not-Harrington about the Upside Down and now he’s really worried. Why did you have to stay asleep so long, dingus? I missed you!”

Steve honestly zoned out when he heard “Cheetos” and only tuned back in when Robin, the usual physical affection-hater, threw herself on top of him in a hug. He withheld the grunt of pain and held her back just as hard. 

“What the hell just happened, bro? Like that was a lot of words, little bird lady. Woah.”

Steve didn’t know if he was hallucinating the long-haired surfer in a Hawaiian outfit or if Vecna had somehow managed to melt his mind after all but he had never been more confused in his life to see the new visitor make themselves known. 

“Who the fuck is that?” He muttered in absolute bafflement. 

Dustin sighed as he too wrestled a hug from Steve, “that’s Argyle. Come on, Steve. Keep up.”

“Like the sock pattern? How many drugs am I on right now?!”

~*~*~*~

“... and that’s kind of why I didn’t tell you about the Upside Down,” Steve finished from his seat beside Eddie, their hands tangled together as they both sat across from Phil. 

He looked at both of them with a completely deadpan stare. “Again, but the truth this time.”

Eddie huffed in annoyance. “We are telling you the truth, man! An evil wizard guy named Vecna-”

“Slash Henry, slash One,” Steve and Robin interjected in unison.

“-possessed four teenagers to end the world or something and broke their bodies apart with his mind. Then the angry mob thought it was me but I would never kill anyone, especially not Chrissy. She was always really nice to me and remembered my band from the talent show in middle school. And then we got stuck in Hell where evil demon bats ate our flesh and tentacles ripped through the earth. Then we saved Nancy from the evil mind melt powers by playing her favorite song. After that, we made a plan and she shot Vecna and killed him while Dustin and I were decoys where I was attacked.”

“Then I went back for Eddie and carried him out where you almost ran us over. The end,” Steve emphasized the finale with a deliberate nod of his still-aching head. 

Phil looked at them with the most exasperation Steve had ever seen in his life. He let out a pitying chuckle, his poor brother didn’t sign up for this. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

Phil's eyes rolled so hard that Steve could tell he saw stars. He could almost see the scream being prepared in his throat and couldn't gather enough strength to escape it.

"STEVEN MICHAEL HARRINGTON, WHAT THE MOTHERLOVING FUCK?!"

"Look Philly, I'll say it one more time then I'm done, okay? It first started way back when Will Byers went missing in 1983..."

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#Phil gets Eddie's name cleared by walking into the station and telling Powell it wasn't him #Powell is so fucking stressed that he just drops it and blames Jason when Phil suggests it #As soon as they're all healed up Phil gives Eddie the shovel talk of all shovel talks feat. his gun #Eddie hands him a donut and all is forgotten #stranger things #steddie #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #officer phil callahan #officer callahan is steve’s brother #it took me so long to write this and I still don't know if I like it

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!!!!! Tw: faked suicide not by Steve or Eddie. There are ⚠️⚠️⚠️ before and after the most graphic parts which can be skipped without needing too much context. I tried to be vague but it can still be triggering. !!!!! (Thank you everyone tagging it as such)

A sort of different type of TikTok Modern AU…

Eddie Munson is a famous rockstar and honestly doesn’t post much on TikTok, but he occasionally finds himself scrolling though the app which is how he finds Steve.

He’s gorgeous. Exactly Eddie’s type with luscious, gravity defying hair, a sharp jaw, pretty lips, and he bets if he had a closer look, Steve would have the most charming eyes. It’s a shame the camera is so far away from him, and Eddie almost wonders why until Billy Hargrove is in the shot.

Eddie’s stomach sours at the sight of the man. Yes, he’s attractive, even Eddie could admit that, but there was something about him that made Eddie feel uncomfortable. Plus, there were a few scandals surrounding the tiktoker regarding previous racist Tweets and comments which he has responded to with a thrust trap to “Nobody’s Perfect” by Miley Cyrus / Hannah Montana.

So yeah. Eddie didn’t particularly like him and the stuff he got away with just because he’s hot.

He tunes back into the video which has him holding his finger to his lips, and Eddie is already rolling his eyes. The caption says, “Pranking my boyfriend, Steve 🤣😱” and Eddie can already tell it has to be fake with all the dramatics that Steve just happens to not see.

But then Billy carefully sneaks behind the couch where Steve is sitting and dumps a bucket full of water and ice onto him which has the man yelling and standing up in shock. He stands still for a minute and then yells, “Why the fuck would you do that, Billy??”

The tone and overall reaction has Eddie actually wonder if the video is fake or if Steve is just a really good actor. But he watches it again and notices that the man doesn’t look toward the camera once and something about that makes him feel really uneasy.

Eddie has to reason with himself, if the man is dating Billy Hargrove then he must not be a great person, and maybe he deserved the bucket of ice water. But Eddie still closes out of the app and tries his best not to think about it.

-:-:-:-:-:-

He opens the app a few days later, having forgotten about the whole incident until he comes across another video by Billy and the word “prank” in his caption catches Eddie’s eye. He sighs wondering why it’s on his for you page, but right before he swipes past it, he catches the gist of the prank.

Billy fills a syringe with mayonnaise and injects it into a donut, and then it cuts to him giving it to Steve from a camera that once again seems to be hidden although Billy keeps glancing at it with a smirk on his face and evil in his eyes. Steve, on the other hand, doesn’t glance toward the camera, but his face lights up with glee when he’s handed the donut. “You got this for me?” He asks in an awe filled tone as if the donut means the world to him.

“Yeah, why don’t you take a big ol’ bite of it for me?” Billy asks, voice low. Eddie watches as Steve shifts uncomfortably and puts the donut down.

“This isn’t another prank, is it? You know I don’t like them,” Steve says which honestly surprises Eddie. His tone is entirely genuine, and he feels like he’s peering in on a private moment.

“Of course not baby. Told you I’d stop,” Billy replies with a big smile.

Eddie can’t help but click on the caption: “Simple prank makes boyfriend storm out!” With a shit ton of hashtags that Eddie doesn’t bother reading.

Sure enough, Steve bites into the donut and immediately spits it out. He doesn’t say a word, just shakes his head and storms out of room.

Billy laughs loudly, “Oh, don’t be like that, babe! You know that was funny as shit!”

Eddie opens the comments, and is surprised to find people actually defending the prank. There are some people who comment shit like, “date me instead! I would never get mad at your pranks 🥵”

There’s only one comment that says, “Don’t really find this funny.” But it’s swarmed with hate comments from Billy’s fans that has Eddie scoffing as he scrolls onto the next video. He watches for a few seconds before scrolling back up when he realizes something. He looks at the date of the TikTok and realizes it was posted the previous month which means…

Eddie sighs realizing that him looking through Billy’s videos will only give him more attention and views, but he needs to know how long this has been going on for. And he really needs to find out if Steve is in on any of it or at least had gotten Billy back.

He begrudgingly clicks on Billy’s profile and scrolls through. He finds several videos with the thumbnail being of Steve mid reaction to a prank, and Eddie notices that every time, the camera is far away, and there doesn’t seem to be a single video of him up close.

The whole thing doesn’t feel right to Eddie. But what can he do about it? It’s not like he can report the videos. He could simply just block Billy and try to forget it all.

He scrolls back to the top and accidentally refreshes the page. He’s about to block him when he notices a new video pop up, where Steve looks like he’s in the middle of a panic attack. Eddie immediately presses on it.

⚠️⚠️⚠️

Billy smiles at the camera, no shirt in sight as he laughs, “This is my biggest prank yet. Steve should be home in less than a minute. And look,” he holds up his phone and shows a bathtub filled with red water that almost looks like blood.

Eddie’s shaky hand covers his mouth. He wouldn’t.

Billy laughs and continues, “I sent him a text that says ‘I’m sorry’ and a picture of an empty pill bottle, and he’s been texting me non stop for the past few minutes. Shit, he’s on his way now so it’s time for me to hide my phone and make this look as real as possible.”

Eddie watches as Billy puts his phone on a shelf and seemingly stacks towels up to cover his phone and hold it in place. He looks away when Billy takes out a bottle of fake blood and stages a suicide. He practically shakes with anger. Steve has to be in on this. He has to just be a good actor.

Eddie’s stomach drops when he hears Steve yelling Billy’s name rushing through the house. He bursts through the door and falls against the wall in shock. “Tell me this is a damn prank Billy. Billy…” he gets closer and shakes him. “Billy!” He yells shaking. “Shit. Shit. No no no. Fuck. What the fuck…”

Steve sits next to the tub and puts his head in his hands having a panic attack. Billy’s eyes open and he winks at the camera before grabbing Steve’s shoulders and yelling, “Boo.” He starts cackling loudly as Steve confusedly looks around trying to catch his breath. “I got you so good!” Billy yells through laughter.

Steve shakily gets up, tears streaming down his face and runs. Billy gets out of the tub and makes his way to his phone. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to him later,” he says with a wink before the video ends.

⚠️⚠️⚠️

Eddie sits as the video reloops. He’s shaking with anger. He doesn’t think as he duets the video and mutes the other audio. “This is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever seen. These ‘couple pranks’ are stupid enough and not funny, but to fake a suicide and call it a joke… you have to be an extra type of fucked up asshole. There aren’t enough words to describe how evil of a human being you have to be to do something like this to someone you love. I don’t care if this is staged or not. This is not okay. And fuck you.” Eddie quickly censors Billy’s half of the video with a note of “watch at your own risk.” He doesn’t care if his manager is pissed or if his account is filled with Billy’s fans hating on him or whatever. He presses the post button and turns off his phone. He needs fresh air.

He grabs his keys, a hat, and sunglasses, and makes his way out of his apartment. Hopefully the damn paparazzi back the fuck off today. He makes it down his street and walks quickly, fuming with anger. He weaves in and out of people and curses the busy LA streets.

He turns the corner and rams right into someone walking at an equally fast rate. He holds onto the stranger to steady himself and keep them up. “Sorry,” the man chokes out and Eddie is about to brush it off when he realizes he recognizes him.

“Steve?” He asks. He knew Billy lived in Los Angeles but he didn’t know he lived so close. The thought makes him kind of sick to his stomach. He thinks he might punch him if he ever saw him in person.

Steve wipes at his face and narrows his eyes at Eddie. “Sorry, do I know you?”

Eddie glances around before lifting up his sunglasses and hat, waiting for Steve to recognize him enough to gain his trust. Instead, Steve just stares at him blankly.

Eddie’s heart races. This has never really happened to him. He puts on the hat and sunglasses sheepishly. “Uh, I’m Eddie. I know you from Billy’s TikToks.”

Steve just tilts his head in confusion. His eyes are red and puffy. He wonders if Billy posted the video so soon after his prank and if Steve is currently in the aftermath of it. “Um,” Steve says and clears his throat, “Was I in the background or something? He told me I wasn’t in his TikToks.”

Eddie’s heart drops. He opens his phone and goes to Billy’s TikTok, ignoring the way his own TikTok is blowing up. He turns his phone to Steve and picks a less traumatizing prank to show him.

Steve grabs his phone and his eyes widen. A look of confusion crosses over his face that slowly turns into realization and numbness. “He’s been using me for views after promising he wouldn’t, isn’t he? I even asked if the pranks were somehow stupid content but he said they weren’t. He…” he trails off and shakes his head. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be unloading all of this onto you.”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, no. It’s okay. I’m sorry that I told you.”

He watches as Steve numbly nods and scrolls presumedly through Billy’s profile. He looks down at the screen and back at Eddie. “Is this you?” Steve asks hesitantly as he turns the phone back to him.

Eddie confusedly looks at his phone and sees that Billy has apparently replied to his TikTok already. Then, to his left, he hears a bit of commotion and sees some cameras flashing. Fuck. “Do you trust me?” Eddie asks.

Steve looks at his phone and back at Eddie.

Yeah, that’s a lot to ask of him. “Okay, how about this? You keep my phone, and we run back to my apartment around the corner and talk in private before we both end up in shitty magazines?”

Steve tilts his head and glances toward where a few people with cameras make their way to them yelling, “Eddie! Eddie Munson!”

“You’re not a famous serial killer or something, right?”

“Musician,” Eddie says and holds out his hand. “One who hates Billy Hargrove.”

Steve looks down at his hand and takes it running alongside Eddie who tries not to think about the stories that might come out of this. Gosh, he thought his biggest scandal would be when he came out as gay.

He makes his way back to his apartment telling his doorman, “Paparazzi! He’s with me!”

Hopper just nods in response and opens the door quickly. Eddie sighs in relief when he makes it through and to the elevator. Steve looks at him and asks, “How offended are you that I don’t know you?”

Eddie laughs. “Mildly, but it’s a relief really.” He realizes that isn’t the biggest concern in the moment and changes the subject. “Are you okay?”

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He opens his mouth but the elevator dings, and Steve almost looks relieved. Eddie doesn’t press it as he leads him to his apartment. “Make yourself at home. Do you want water, coffee, tea, soda, or anything?”

Steve numbly shakes his head, so Eddie grabs two bottles of water and two cokes from his fridge. He puts them down on his coffee table and sits on the couch, watching as Steve kind of hovers in his living room with his arms crossed. “I won’t bite, and I certainly won’t pressure you to do anything. But you can sit on the couch if you like.”

Steve eyes him and asks timidly, “You’re not in on anything with Billy, right?”

It breaks his heart seeing and hearing how on edge these pranks have made Steve. “Fuck no. I promise on my guitar I have never had anything to do with Billy and I never will. Well… unless you count me calling him out on his shit on TikTok.”

The words seem to get through to Steve who sits down on the couch next to Eddie while keeping his distance. “So… that’s why you were on his TikTok.”

Eddie’s heart hammers. He nearly forgot that Billy had apparently dueted his own video. “Yeah, but it has to be really new because I only posted mine literally a minute before I ran into you.”

Steve looks down at Eddie’s phone still in his hands. “Why?”

“Why what?” Eddie asks genuinely confused.

“Why did you call him out?” Steve asks, not sounding angry just… curious.

Eddie shifts and play with a string on one of the rips of his jeans. “His most recent video with the faked suicide. That wasn’t fucking cool, man. None of the pranks he’s done have been okay. And I’m sorry that you were put through them - especially this last one.”

Steve’s face turns almost white. “He posted that? Was I… was I in it? Like… my entire breakdown was…” he trials off as Eddie slowly nods. “Fuck,” Steve says burying his face in his hands. Eddie is about to apologize or go on a rant about how much he hates Billy Hargrove when Steve asks, “Can I see the video you made?”

Eddie’s cheek flush red, but he replies, “Yeah, uh, I don’t exactly remember what I said because I kind of went into a fit of rage and posted whatever came to mind. But yeah, my password is 051599.”

Steve types the password into his phone, and stares at the screen blankly. He looks at Eddie and asks, “I’m not on social media… ever so… could you show me?”

Eddie nods and slides over until he’s a few inches away from the beautiful man, and he does his best to try not to think too hard about how attractive he finds him as he goes to his profile and presses on his recent video. His nose scrunches up at the sound of his own voice, but he doesn’t disagree with anything he said. Billy Hargrove is a dick.

“Can I see the comments?” Steve asks. Eddie nods and clicks on them.

“Woah,” Eddie can’t help but say as he sees blue checkmark after blue checkmark. The top comments are from @ ronancetheromance with the couple saying: “Only an absolutely vile person is capable of such a fucked up prank. #SaveSteve”. Another from @ willthewise: “remember to comment on here instead of the original video so it can get less attention!! #savesteve”. Several of the rest of the streamers who call themselves “The Party” reply to Will’s with the hashtag “SaveSteve”.

“Who are these people?” Steve asks as he scrolls through the comments. He comes across one from @ billyfan4everandalways saying: “Watch Billy’s new video and stop being so quick to judge!!”

Eddie clicks on the replies, and the top liked one - having more likes than the original comment - is from @ ericasinclair: “that ugly mullet man’s explanation is bullshit and everyone knows it. let Steve talk for himself or I’m not buying it. #SaveSteve #CancelBilly”

Eddie nearly follows the girl, but realizes that Steve had asked a question. “Most of them I don’t know personally honestly.”

“Then why are they defending me? I’m nobody,” Steve says as if it’s a common fact.

Eddie turns off his phone and puts it down, properly facing Steve. “I know I don’t know you well, but you are not nobody. And these people are defending you not only because Billy is a dick, but this prank stuff is abusive and shouldn’t be normalized especially with the following he has. Nobody should go through that.”

Steve turns slightly red and looks away before asking, “Can we watch his reply?”

Eddie shudders a bit at the thought, but turns on his phone and goes to his page. “Are you sure? I haven’t seen it yet either, and I’m a little prone to getting pissed at him.”

“I’m sure,” Steve says and even reaches over to open the video.

Billy still has fake blood on him and is scrubbing it off with an angry look on his face. He looks at the camera every so often, and it’s clear that he’s staring at himself in a mirror. What a fucking asshole. “These pranks are harmless, and even my boyfriend would agree with that. He enjoys them and he makes sure to show me how much once the cameras stop rolling and his shock has died off,” Billy says so with a smirk on his face that sends chills down Eddie’s body. “So, stop making assumptions about me and my boyfriend and keep making shitty music instead asshole.” The video ends with him flipping off the camera.

“Charming,” Eddie comments, pausing the video so it doesn’t endlessly loop, and turns to see Steve’s reaction. He runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head.

“He’s lying. I’ve been begging him to stop for weeks. Even slept on the couch in protest. But that last one was the last straw. I just… don’t know where to go,” Steve sits back against the couch and mumbles, “Fuck.”

Eddie shifts and looks at him. “Do you have any friends or family that could take you in?”

Steve laughs humorlessly. “My parent disowned me when they found out I was dating Billy. Didn’t want a bi son ruining the family image. I had to move in with Billy, and he used to be sweet really. Well… I thought he was for the first three months. When his TikTok career took off he moved to LA, and I felt like I had no choice but to go with him. I grew apart from the few friends I had before the move, and I was just stuck with Billy here. And I… I don’t know,” Steve sighs and puts his head in his hands. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump all of this on you. I just… haven’t really had anyone to talk to.” The man lifts his head, his eyes are tired and filled with unshed tears. He’s gorgeous really, but that’s the last thing Eddie needs to be thinking about.

Eddie takes a moment to consider things. Steve seems like a good guy. He has plenty of extra room in his too big apartment and money to spare that he doesn’t know what to do with. Honestly, he’s not meant for this lifestyle and never has been. He’s happy that his uncle Wayne is retired and living comfortably off his too big income, but it’s lonelier than he imagined it to be.

And with that thought Eddie tells Steve, “Then live here for a while. No pranks. I won’t use you for clout or whatever. I have a guest bedroom with its own private bathroom, and I usually never have visitors. And I hate parties, so you don’t have to worry about that either. I may be writing songs in the middle of the night, but my music room is fairly soundproof. And trust me, I would appreciate the company or feeling like my money is going toward something important.”

Steve stands up and shakes his head. “It’s okay, man. I don’t want your charity. You’ve already done enough.”

Eddie stays on the couch and says, “Please, Steve, stay a week or just a few days. If you hate it here, I’ll help you get on your way. But trust me when I say you’ll help me too. It’s…” he sighs and runs a hand over his face, “It’s lonely in LA.” He cringes as he quotes the title of his favorite song that he’s written. It’s also his least popular one, but it’s the most honest thing on any of his albums.

“Reminds me of that song,” Steve says with a small smile.

Eddie’s head snaps up. “You know it?”

Steve hums the chorus of Eddie’s song and Eddie joins in. Steve stops to ask, “You know it, too?”

Eddie huffs a laugh. “I wrote it.”

Steve looks at him for a few moments longer with a combination of shock and hesitation. Then he surprises Eddie by asking, “You really wouldn’t mind if I stayed?”

“Not at all. Unless you ended up doing something really drastic like trying to murder me.”

Steve snorts, and Eddie finds it endearing. He tries to shake the feeling away. He can not fall for this man when he’s a guest in his house and especially not after everything he’s been through. But then Steve gives him a real smile and holds out his hand saying, “It’s a deal.”

And when Eddie takes his hand and feels how warm and nice it feels in his, half of him wants to argue that it’s just because it’s been a while since he’s actually had a genuine conversation with another person. But the other half is quick to accept that he’s absolutely fucked when it comes to this stranger that he feels like he’s inevitably going to fall in love with.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie ficlet #tw: faked suicide #tw: abusive relationship #not Steve or eddie #thank you people in tags for reminding me to tag these things

[benztripp]

This is my first fanfic so please be gentle lol I hope y'all enjoy this first part.

Welcome Home: Nametag

Eddie x plus size fem reader

Summary: You've just started your day and you get a surprise visit from Eddie and agree on an odd request.

Possible slow burn/fluff/ strangers to lovers/ minors DNI

It's the end of summer 1986 in Hawkins, IN. You pull up to your record store job, Record Town, in your '67 Impala blaring Violent Femmes and taking the last drag of your clove cigarette before you get out.

You grab your backpack and keys to open up shop. Your boss has been MIA for a few days, which isn't unusual for them to take off randomly to have forgotten trips. So you're pretty much running the place by yourself. You set down the small box of donuts, start the coffee up, and put on "The Black Celebration" from Depeche Mode while you clean up a bit. You have plenty of time to do opening duties since no one hardly comes in until late morning.

You're jamming out, your hair bouncing along with your sways, singing along with the songs, that you didn't notice someone walking in. After several failed attempts to get your attention, they resorted to tapping you on the shoulder. "Excuse me?" a voice booms behind you. You quickly turn around almost smacking the shit out of the person that scared you to death with the broom. You let out an "oh shit!" while the person grabs the handle.

You peer over the rims of your glasses to see it's Eddie Munson. You know of him, but don't know him since your family moved to Hawkins pretty much at the end of the school year. You've seen him in passing when you arrived at Hawkins High and an end of school party that he and his friends crashed.

You push back your glasses with your index finger and apologize while walking over to the stereo system to turn down the music. You turn yourself towards Eddie and ask "How can I help you today?"

"Whoa!" Eddie exclaimed. "I didn't mean to scare you, but I thought you would have heard the bell from the door opening or me saying 'Hello' a few times. "

He smiles. "I'm not sure if you know me, but I'm Eddie and I'm in a band named Corroded Coffin and we just got back in town from doing a small tour around Indiana. We are wanting to have a welcome home show."

"Sooo is there something that I can do for you right now??" You asked with a bit of an attitude. You still had the restroom to clean and still hadn't got a cup of coffee yet and the smell of fresh brew was wafting through the store.

"Wow..." Eddie clears his throat before elaborating his previous statement. "We're wanting to have a welcome home show here, in the store parking lot. We have all our equipment, we would just need to use your store for power."

You squinted your eyes at Eddie, not making a sound. Thinking to yourself how that was an odd request. You excuse yourself to the back. You make an about turn and move your way to the back, your button up long black skirt flowing with every step, to grab a coffee and a glazed donut. You come back unhurried.

"So you're wanting to throw a show here and use our electricity?"

"Yes." Eddie replied with a nervous grin.

You take a sip of your coffee and ask "Well, what's in it for me and when do you want to do this? "You raise your right eyebrow.

"Tomorrow! You'll have one of the most sickest bands playing here and everyone will know that you support us and will become paying customers at your fine establishment! " he says with bravado.

You give Eddie a blank stare and chuckle. "You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

Eddie nods.

"I'll make a deal with you, Eddie. I'll take a 20 spot and a sixer."

"Uh, that's it?" Eddie asked nervously.

"Yep, that's it. Let's shake on it. " you said with a smile.

You extend your hand and when Eddie takes your hand in both his ring clad hands, you feel something electric go through you and you lock eyes with him and your eyes start to smile. "Y/N, are you okay? " Eddie asked with an awkward look on his face. "Uh, yeah! I'm okay!" Snapping out of whatever day dream you had in your head. "How do you know my name?" You asked suspiciously. Eddie smiles and flicks your name tag. Your cheeks flush red with slight embarrassment.

"We'll be here at 7:00 to set up and we'll be going on at 8." Eddie tells you while making his way out the door.

"See you then." You say with a smile and wave.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #record store #the 80s #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem reader

[wolvesofinnistrad]

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          When Hen shoves the tickets in Eddie’s hands last minute he doesn’t get to ask much beyond “What are these?”

         “Baseball tickets. Got them for Karen and Denny and I but, well, shit came up.”

         Eddie looks at the tickets then back to Hen. “These are really good seats…”

         The look Hen gives him says more than her words. “I know.”

         “Sure you won’t be able to make it?”

         “Definitely not. I don’t want them to go to waste though, thought you could take Christopher.”

         “Tha-”

         “And Buck.”

         That makes Eddie pause. He’s forgiven Buck for all the drama, and they are back to being friends, but a day out with him seems a little more daunting than it would have last month.

         “No buts Eddie. That boy needs a little fun and relief after all he’s been through. All three of you do.”

         Eddie starts to say something but decides against it, nodding and smiling.

         “Thanks Hen.”

         “Don’t mention it. Have fun.”

         “We Will!”

         He waits until later to talk to Buck, avoiding it like the coward he’s apparently turned into. Finally, knowing he needs to do this before Buck makes plans or Hen finds out he’s a chicken he swallows his pride, sighs and heads over to Buck.

         “Hey Buck.”

         Buck looks up at the sound of his voice, a smile instantly passing over his face, albeit still a bit apprehensive.

         “H-hey Eddie.”

         He’s packing up, shift over and Eddie’s glad he caught him honestly.

         “So, uh, Hen had some baseball tickets and, well, they can’t make it anymore so she gave them to me.”

         “That’s great!” Buck pats him on the arm, though it’s clear by his expression he isn’t sure what this has to do with him.

         “Well, uh, I thought you could come with us. Me and Christopher?”

         It’s then Eddie realizes how different the smile Buck gave him before is, because this time it seems to engulf his entire face, lighting up his eyes in a way that makes Eddie feel like he’s staring at the sun.

         “You want me to come with you guys?”

         His voice is so hopeful and happy that Eddie can’t bear to say Hen all but forced him to do it. And in that moment as he nods and Buck grins and shakes his head up and down like a golden retriever Eddie forgets why he was so worried about this.

         It’s just Buck. Buck his best friend.

         Buck nearly jumps on him giving him a hug.  Eddie winces, but tries not to flinch away like the last time, he doesn’t need Buck to notice his sore body.

         Luckily, Buck’s too distracted with the idea of going to the game with the Diaz family to notice because he bounds out of the station with more pep in his step than Eddie’s seen in months.

         Christopher is, of course, overjoyed.

         Not so much about the tickets themselves, he doesn’t care too much either way about the game.  

         But a day with Buck?

         Christopher doesn’t stop talking about it the entire day.

         Or the next, or any of them really until its the day of the game.

         When Buck arrives he runs over, picking Christopher up and swinging him around for a big hug.

         “I missed you buddy!”

         “I missed you too Bucky!”

         Something pulls in Eddie’s chest when he sees it, its something he’s been noticing for a while, and after the tsunami even more, but then with everything that had happened with Buck after he’d kind of forgotten the way his stomach kind of swooped as he watched Buck so effortlessly show affection for his son, so genuinely enthused to be around him.

         Eddie didn’t bother looking anything up about the tickets, so he doesn’t notice anything different about the mess of fans swarming into the stadium along with them.  At least not at first.

         It’s only when the fifth rainbow flag passes by him that it starts to click, just the tiniest bit.  His eyes scan the crowd and there’s the usual fans milling about, talking and laughing or running off to the bathroom or their seats, but there’s also a ton of families.

         Families that look a lot like his family right now.

         2 men are swinging their daughter, he assumes at least, between them, they both have on Dodgers jerseys with a rainbow color scheme.  Another two men kiss briefly before one runs off to the concession stand.  2 women and their three children are waiting in line to buy funnel cake.  Another 2 and their son are carrying beers while their son swings a memorial foam finger around.

         His throat feels dry as he stares back at Buck and Christopher who are walking back towards him.  Christopher is riding on Buck’s shoulders, a little Dodger’s hat on his head that has a rainbow on the side.

         “Where’d you get that buddy?” Eddie asks, just to have something to say because his mind is kind of reeling from how this must look to everyone else.

         “Bucky bought it for me!  Isn’t the rainbow pretty!”  Christopher swings the hat around wildly, giggling like mad.

         Buck’s looking up to him, hands braced on either side of him to make sure he doesn’t fall and Eddie sees it, how clearly from the outside they look like every other couple here with their kid.  He doesn’t know how to describe the feeling he gets, so he tries not to think of it.

         Fumbling with his wallet he grabs a couple bills.  “How much was the hat?”

         Buck shakes his head, pushing the wallet away, his hand resting over Eddie’s for just a moment and sending a jolt up the older man’s arm.

         “Don’t worry about it, it’s my gift to Chris for not seeing him for awhile.  Sorry about that again buddy.”

         “It’s okay Buck.  I missed you.”

         “I missed you too Chris.  SO much.”

         Eddie has to turn away because his stomach feels like it’s full of butterflies and he really doesn’t know what the fuck is going on with him today.  He tells himself its just the weirdness of the entire situation.

         That’s all it is.

         It has to be.

         “So uh, let’s get to our seats, yeah?”

         Eddie leads them down to their seats, which he still can’t believe are this good.  He’s going to really have to thank Hen after this.

         They pass quite a few more gay and lesbian couples, and others that he thinks might be straight ones before seeing little flags in different colors on them that he doesn’t quite recognize all of them.

         They take a seat, Christopher in between them and Eddie smiles, taking a breath of the fresh air, looking up at the sky and then back to Chris.  To Buck.  His boys.

         He doesn’t know where the thought comes from but it makes him smile, and when Buck turns towards him, he smiles too.

         If Buck has noticed anything odd about the huge amount of LGBT couples and their kids he hasn’t said anything, and Eddie’s at least glad for that.  Of course, Hen bought these tickets so it wouldn’t be on Eddie anyway he reassures himself.

         But then again, Eddie questions why he feels like he would even need to reassure himself if there’s nothing abnormal about any of this.  It’s just him and his best friend taking his son to a baseball game.

         The fact it must be, like, Pride night or something doesn’t mean anything.

         He’s certain of it.

         They laugh and chat, explaining some things to Christopher, when Eddie’s thoughts get a bit too uncomfortable he excuses himself to go grab them some drinks and food.

         As he’s walking towards the concession stand, which is pretty crowded with lines snaking down the interior hallway, one of the merch booths catches his eye.

         He stops for a moment, not sure why since he doesn’t really want to buy any of this overpriced stuff.  He feels pulled towards a board with a bunch of enamel pins on it and he realizes this is where all those people with the flags must have gotten them.

         He’s not sure why he keeps looking, but up close he can tell it’s not exactly a flag, or rather it is, but instead of a flagpole the flag is hanging from a baseball bat.  He sees the rainbow one which he recognizes, but there are so many others.  A blue, pink and white one that he remembers seeing someone wearing earlier, a mostly black and gray and white one, a couple weird ones that look like a desertscape and a police flag, but they have strange animal symbols and a heart on them.

         Then he notices underneath they say what they are and he goes back and rereads them.  He’s not really sure what it means under the Bear and Leather ones, or really half of them if he’s honest, but as he keeps scanning his eyes stop one and he feels his stomach clench.

         He’s seen it before, he can’t quite remember where, but he knows he has. The little pink, purple and blue lines seem so straight, even if he mentally laughs at the way that sounds.  His fingers reach out, wanting to touch it, feel it beneath his fingertips but he stops at the last moment, not sure why he should do that.

         Bisexual.

         That’ s what the little sign under the flag says, he stares at it, maybe for a bit too long.

         “Bisexual.”

         He hears the words, and for a moment he thinks he’s said them himself before there’s a hand pointing past him.

         “Sorry man, but yeah, I want a bi flag for my boyfriend, and then a gay one for me.  Thanks.”  The voice comes from a shorter guy beside him.  His skin is deep and dark, he gives the guy a bright smile as he passes him his card back and forth before taking the pins with him.

         Eddie follows him with his eyes, watching him walk over to a veritable tower of muscle.  The second guy, his boyfriend he guesses, picks him up and spins them both around after he’s been given the pin.  Eddie looks away when they start kissing, not sure why he’s stared so long.  When he passes by them on the way to the concessions he sees they’re putting the flag pins on their jerseys and he shakes his head.

         Get it together Diaz, he thinks.

         Once he has the food he takes it back, both relieved and weirdly disappointed he doesn’t see the two guys from before anywhere around.  Eddie shakes it off, walking back to his seats, seeing Chris yelling along with Buck, albeit a moment or two after, taking his cues from the man.

         He laughs, grinning as he slides into his seat and passes them their food.  Christopher immediately starts eating his mini donuts out of the little hard plastic baseball cap they’re sold in.  It was stupidly expensive, but he figured Chris would be excited to keep it as a memento.

         When he looks over to Buck his eyes are on the game, taking his hot dog and putting it to his mouth.  Eddie chuckles as he watches Buck shove far too much of into his mouth before finally biting.  He’s surprise the man doesn’t choke.

         And then his eyes shift sideways towards a guy sitting a seat down from Buck who’s staring at Buck like he wants to devour Him.

         Eddie narrows his eyes at the guy, giving him a royal stink face and once the guy notices he puts his hands up, flushing and turning away in embarrassment.

         A little surge of pride or satisfaction flows through Eddie and he’s not sure why.  He studiously ignores that seeing that guy so openly staring at Buck felt a little like jealousy.

         But that’s stupid.

         So stupid.

         He just didn’t want Buck to feel weird or uncomfortable.

         Not that Buck had even noticed or probably would have, his eyes seem to only go from the game to Christopher, although as he’s staring at Buck, and he can admit he is staring now, the man turns to him and gives him a quizzical look.

         “D’I got sumfing on my face?” Buck says with a too full mouth and Eddie cracks up.

         “Yeah Buck a bit of mustard.”

         Buck wipes at his mouth with his wrist but doesn’t get it.

         “Nope.”

         Again Buck wipes, and once more and neither time does he manage to eradicate the stray topping.          Eddie sighs, taking pity on his idiot best friend and reaches over, swiping his finger over Buck’s chin, his thumb catching for just a moment’ on Buck’s bottom lip and tugging at it.

         It’s only when he meets Buck’s eyes, or rather notices that Buck won’t meet his, cheeks subtly pinking that he realizes that was kind of weird.

         Do friends wipe the other’s mouths?

         Is that a thing bros do?

         God he hopes so.  He really, really hopes that’s a totally normal thing that guys do.

         After that Eddie busies himself with his own food, with Christopher who needs to go to the restroom after a while, and later with grabbing some peanuts from a vendor that’s yelling what he thinks might be a bit more suggestive slogans than is entirely necessary.

         Buck of course has laughed at every one of them which makes Christopher and then Eddie laugh like a domino effect.

         In fact Eddie’s almost forgot about the weirdness of earlier, getting out of his head and just enjoying the game, enjoying this day with what are honestly two of his favorite people.

         And that’s when he hears Christopher squeal between them and he looks down to see Chris frantically pointing up at the big screen.

         “What?”

         “We’re on TV!”

         That makes Buck and Eddie both look up, noticing at the same time what’s currently on the hugest screen in the stadium.

         It’s a camera zoomed in on Eddie and Buck and Christopher, and there’s a big rainbow colored heart overlayed on top of the image that surrounds all three of them.

         Eddie, quite frankly, wants to murder Hen in that moment.

         He turns to Buck and sees him blushing furiously, and he’s at least thankful someone is as embarrassed as he is.

         And then the chanting starts up.

         “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!”  It feels like it’s coming from everywhere all at once, he flicks his head back to the screen and it’s still on them, waiting.

         Oh God it’s waiting for them to kiss.

         For him and Buck,

         To kiss.

         On live TV in front of thousands and thousands of people.

         “Kiss, kiss, kiss!” Christopher chants now between them, joining in with the rest of the stadium.  With seemingly the entire world it feels like.

         His eyes turn to Buck and he expects to see that same embarrassment, maybe even anger, but instead Buck just smiles, laughing.

         Then Buck shrugs and grabs Eddie by the front of his jersey, dragging him into a passionate kiss.

         Eddie’s entire world stops, sound rushing out, eyes closed, and it feels like the only thing that exists in the world is Buck’s lips pressed against his, the hand that’s snaked up to cup his cheek.

         Then the sound comes back in like the tides, a roaring crowd clapping and still all he feels is Buck.

         Buck Buck Buck.

         He kisses back, maybe a bit more eagerly than he intends to because this is the best thing he’s felt in years.

         God he forgot how good it felt to kiss someone.

         To kiss someone you really cared about.

         And it’s right as that thought passes through his head that Buck let’s him go, Eddie collapsing into a puddle of goo in his seat.

         Faintly he hears more whoops and catcalls, out of the corner of his eye he sees someone clapping Buck on the shoulder from behind.  Eddie’s mind is having trouble processing hat just happened, he feels like he’s drowning in endorphins though, his stomach bottomed out like he just went on a roller coaster.

         When he can finally move his head he turns to Chris, needing to check on him, to make sure that he isn’t freaking out, but he’s just, sitting there laughing and smiling.

         “Hey daddy!  We were on TV!”

         “Yeah…  Yeah we were kiddo…”

         Eddie feels breathless, he looks over at Buck and notices he’s staring at the field, or trying to anyway, his eyes slide towards him but as soon as he notices Eddie is watching him he casts them back out to the field.

         There’s a blush high on Buck’s cheeks.

         Eddie can’t believe that just happened.

         In fact, by the end of the game, after the fireworks have gone off, to Christopher and Buck’s utter delight, he almost thinks that maybe it was all some kind of dream or trick of his imagination.

         That is until he feels someone tapping him on the shoulder as they’re waiting for some of the crowd to die down before chancing taking Christopher out of the stands.

         “Hey, I thought you should have this.  It turned out really well.”

         The woman is smiling serenely, her hair is graying and she’s got a camera around her neck and another in her other hand.  IN the hand held out to Eddie there’s a photo, one of those instant ones, but a really good quality one he can tell just by glancing at it.

         “Me?” He says, a little confused.

         “Yes, you and your partner and son just looked so…  Adorable, I couldn’t resist,  I hope that’s alright.”

         He takes the proffered photo, and there it is in brilliant color.  Buck kissing Eddie, their lips locked together, a look of utter bliss on both of their faces.  Just beneath them is Chris with his head bent back screaming or laughing, clearly overjoyed.  And in the far back is the big picture on the screen, partially obscured, but just enough to see the opposite angle of them that everyone else saw.

         Eddie’s breath leaves him for a moment and before he can say anything a second woman is at the other’s side.

         She’s about the same age, but her hair is done up differently, or was before the heat of the day had messed with it.

         “We have to go honey or we’ll be stuck in even worse traffic.

         “Alright I’m coming, I just wanted these wonderful boy to have that photo.”

         They leave and all Eddie can do is shout “Thank you!” to them after they’re already halfway up the stairs.

         The woman stops and gives him a little wave before leaving with her partner.

         “Well that…  was a wild game.”

         “Yeah, it really was.”  Buck is smirking now, and since when did Buck’s smirk make Eddie’s mind stop working.

         Probably when he learned what it felt like to be kissed within an inch of his life by Evan Buckley.

         “You have a good game buddy?”  Buck is conversing with Christopher as the rest of the stands empty out into the hallways and lobbies.

         “Best day EVER!!!”  Christopher yells, laughing and smiling.

         Buck and Eddie share a glance, Buck biting his lip, Eddies eyes drawn to them before he breaks away.

         “Well let’s, uh, get going, yeah?”

         “Yeah, yeah.”

         They have to wait in a crazy line just to get out of the stands, and as they’re finally breaking into the main area he spots the same vendor from before, or just another selling the same things, he can’t be certain.

         His eyes catch on the pins again and his mind is chanting at him not to do this, that it’s stupid, that he can’t take this back if he does it. But his heart is just aching to touch the one from before.  

         “Can I have one of these?”

         “Which one you want?”

         Eddie turns, sees Buck coming towards him carrying a dozing Christopher who’s worn out by now.

         “The, uh, the bisexual one?”  Eddie’s certain his voice raises two octaves as he says it, but he doesn’t back down.  His eyes meet Buck’s and there’s recognition there, but no reproach, no disgust.

         Buck stands besides him, their eyes locked on each other, and as the man’s reaching for the pin Buck says “can you make that two Bisexual pins?”

         Eddie feels a grin splitting his lips.

         Buck smiles at him, and he realizes it’s one he’s never seen before.  It’s shy, private.

         Just for him.

         And really, the fact he knows Buck’s different smiles maybe should have clued him into some things before this.

         Buck puts the pin on Eddie’s shirt, and Eddie puts the pin he bought on Buck’s baseball cap.  He’s reminded of the two men that he saw before doing a similar ritual and he can’t help but smile.

         When they walk out of the baseball stadium they look like any other family there.

         Right down to their interlocked hands as they head to the car.

#eddie diaz #buck buckley #evan buck buckley #buddie #eddie x buck #9 1 1 fox #mine #fanfic #my fic #100

[chicgeekgirl89]

With a Little Help: Chap. 1

Fandom: 911

Characters: Eddie Diaz, Christopher Diaz, Bobby Nash, Hen Wilson, Evan Buckley

A/N: A follow up for “Eddie Begins.” Because I’m in love with this man and he wasn’t whumped enough. 

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It’s amazing how many thoughts go through your mind when you’re dying. Because  despite his best efforts, he is definitely dying. There’s nothing but water all around him, some of which has now gone into his lungs, causing them to burn like fire. He’s cold, surrounded by eerie darkness, and he knows he’s drifting.  

The day he met Shannon. Their wedding. His buddies in Afghanistan. Buck. Bobby. His family. Christopher.

The one thing in his life he never knew he needed. 

Christopher.

The one good thing. 

Christopher!

His eyes shoot open and his limbs flail as panic overtakes the dreaminess. His son. If he dies here, if he gives up, Christopher will be an orphan. And he can’t let that happen. Not this time. Not after everything they’ve been through.

His muscles are like lead but he’s no stranger to fatigue so he pushes past it, forward, any direction he can and the next thing he knows, by some impossible miracle, his head breaks the surface.

Gasping, choking he sucks down lungfuls of cold, wet air. He half floats on his back, half splashes and flails toward the shoreline. It’s not graceful or pretty, but he’s not out of the woods until he gets out of this water and everything has gone pretty much numb making it hard to do anything but hurl his body forward with awkward lurches.

He drags himself up on the bank, still gasping like he’s run a marathon and all he wants to do is lie down and sleep for a year, but he can see and hear the commotion where the mouth of the well is and he has to let his squad know he’s all right so he pulls himself up onto his feet and stumbles his way toward the ruckus.

That’s when his legs finally, truly give out and he nearly face plants into the mud, but gentle, familiar hands are there to catch him and keep him upright. Buck’s face swims before him and Eddie tries for a smile, not quite sure he manages it. None of them look happy to see him, in fact they look completely horrified. “You never seen a guy covered in a little dirt before?” he tries to joke, but the words don’t quite make it past his lips. Instead what comes out is a string of jumbled nonsense that’s neither Spanish nor English and definitely doesn’t make any sense.

Oh. Not good.

Bobby and Buck have him on either side and they half carry, half drag him after Chimney and Hen toward the ambulance. He tries to help but his body no longer seems to be following orders.

“Nice and easy,” Bobby says as they lay him flat on a backboard. 

Then Chim and Hen are right in his face. “Let’s get this off of him,” Hen orders even as she’s already cutting through his shirt. “Buck get some blankets. Where’s that warm saline? He’s freezing!”

He really doesn’t want them to cut his clothes off since he’s now full on shivering, but before he knows it he’s been stripped down to his skivvies. Bless his abuela for always telling him to wear clean underwear.

He still doesn’t feel like he can quite get a full breath, which he tries to explain to Hen but she shushes him, listening to his chest as Chim stabs him with an IV. He’s so goddamn tired and he just wants to close his eyes but Hen snaps at him. “Edmundo Diaz don’t you dare go to sleep on me now!” she says forcefully, rubbing none too kindly against his sternum.

The shivering gets worse, even with the warm IV that’s starting to flood his veins. He feels his left calf cramp painfully and lets out half a groan. Feeling is starting to come back and with it a truckload of pain. It’s like he can feel every, single muscle in his body is screaming at him. “Hang in there Eddie, we got you,” Chim says.

Chimney who hardly ever does anything but smile, is looking at him with so much concern that Eddie wonders if he should maybe be more worried about his fate. “Christopher,” he rasps out. He’s got a will but it hasn’t been updated since Shannon…and now he panics. Who’s going to look after his kid if he dies? Why didn’t he think about this sooner? He’s a god damn firefighter, he should have a will that provides for his kid—

“Christopher’s fine Eddie.” Bobby comes back into view his hand sliding comfortingly into Eddie’s and he grabs it like a lifeline. “He’s home safe and now you are too. Just take it easy all right?”

If Bobby says it, it must be true. Things are starting to get a little hazy. He’s not quite sure what happened anymore. If he could just get some sleep—

Thank god for Hen and her ability to know everything because he’s barely started retching when she yells, “Get him on his side!” Hands pull him and he gags on

water, bile, anything that was in his stomach is now on the ground.

Wouldn’t that be a headline? ‘Local Firefighter Dies Choking on His Own Puke After Rescuing Child.’ Not the way he wants to be remembered. It almost makes him laugh but he can barely breathe let alone find the energy for humor right now.

“What’s he saying?” Chim asks.

“I think he’s praying,” Hen answers and it’s only then that Eddie realizes that indeed, prayers are slipping past his lips. Prayers he’d long thought forgotten, dredged up from the depths of his childhood Catholic school education, tumbling out as the realization of his mortality hits him like a truck.

Finally they wrap him in a blanket and lift him from the ground. “We’re taking you to the hospital Eddie,” Hen says, placing a hand on his arm. “You’re going to be just fine.”

The blankets and warm fluids help his mind to come back around and he stays conscious on the way to the hospital. But by the time they get there the coughing has set in. His body is beyond unhappy and doing its level best to not only expel the well water he inhaled, but apparently his lungs as well.

His painful breaths fog up the oxygen mask and he pulls it to the side so he can speak. “The kid okay?” he rasps to Chim who’s adjusting one of his IV’s.

“Good to go,” Chimney says, smile back on his face. Okay that’s a good sign, maybe Eddie’s not going to die.

The hospital takes forever. He’s not hypothermic but it’s borderline. His chest x-rays come back okay but not great. They insist on more tests and the sun is rising before they decide he’s stable enough to go home with lots of warnings about coming back immediately if any complications come up. He makes promises he has no intention of keeping and then escapes out into the morning.

Bobby is waiting for him. “Thought you might need a ride,” he says.

“Yeah, thanks,” Eddie says, gratitude flooding through him. He’s bone weary and all he wants is to do is go home, hug his kid, and pass out for about twelve hours or so.

“You feeling okay?” Bobby asks as he drives.

“I’ve been worse,” Eddie says cryptically, fighting sleep.

“I know you’re exhausted,” Bobby says. “So I won’t push. But if you need to talk, just know my door is always open.”

“Thanks Bobby,” Eddie says gratefully.

How he got so lucky to have this man for a captain he’ll never know. But he is beyond thankful to work with someone who cares so much. Who knows when to push and when to let up.

They pull up to the house and Eddie spots the babysitter’s car in the driveway. He’s supposed to relieve her and take Christopher to school but he can barely keep his eyes open. “Why don’t I take Christopher to school?” Bobby asks shrewdly.

The man has raised kids. He gets it.

“Nah,” Eddie says, taking a breath and trying to muster up the energy to unbuckle and get out of the car. “Shouldn’t take more than an hour.”

“Eddie, let me get this one,” Bobby says. “It’s no trouble.”

“Cap I—“

“Don’t ‘Cap’ me right now,” Bobby says kindly but firmly. “We’re family. You’ve had a rough night. This is the least I can do to help out.”

He gives in, both because Bobby’s right and because he’s truly not sure he’s capable of driving safely right now.

They go inside and greet Christopher who is, as always, ecstatic to see his dad and thrilled to be going to school with Bobby. “But why aren’t you taking me Dad?” he asks as he pulls on his backpack.

“I uh…” Eddie searches for words.

“Because I asked to take you,” Bobby covers smoothly. “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to hang out with the 118’s only honorary firefighter. We have a lot to catch up on.”

Christopher accepts this answer and immediately starts telling Bobby about a science project they’re doing that involves Skittles as they head for the door.

Eddie doesn’t even make it to his bed. He collapses on the couch and within seconds he’s dead to the world. The next thing he knows Christopher’s afternoon carpool is honking outside.

He rallies for Friday. Truly he thinks he makes a remarkable effort to appear like a normal, happy dad in front of his kids’ classmates and teachers, all while feeling like he’s been hit by a bus. Every muscle aches and his chest still burns. Coughing fits are a special version of hell that cause every breath to be knifelike. Thank god Christopher has a playdate after school that involves dinner because by the time six o’clock rolls around he feels like death.

He makes another remarkable effort for bedtime, tucking his kid into his Batman sheets and kissing him goodnight before falling face first into the couch.

Christopher wakes him up in the morning. Well, wakes is a strong word because full consciousness seems like a real struggle right now. His head aches, his joints throb, and he cannot stop coughing. “Daddy?” Christopher asks in his sweet, singsong voice, patting Eddie gently on the cheek.

“Hey bud,” Eddie croaks.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m just feeling a little…a little sick today,” Eddie says, following it up with a hacking coughing fit.

“Can we go get donuts?”

Right, it’s Saturday. They usually hit up their favorite donut spot. “I think we have to skip today,” Eddie says. “Sorry bud.”

“It’s okay. I’ll get some cereal.”

God he couldn’t love this kid more. He never complains, never pitches a fit, even when things don’t go his way. 

Eddie tries to get up and go help to make sure they don’t end up with cereal all over the floor, but his head pounds even more violently against his skull forcing him to lay back down with a stifled groan. God he feels like shit. 

He’s in and out of sleep, more in than out. When he’s awake he wishes he was asleep because breathing is so hard and his body hurts so much. Christopher might be talking to him and a part of him knows he should get up and take care of his kid, but every time he thinks about it his eyes drift closed.

The next time he wakes up it’s because someone is trying to break his ribcage. “Bobby?” he croaks.

#911 #Eddie Diaz #Eddie Diaz Whump #Eddie Begins #Post ep #Fanfic #Christopher Diaz #Bobby Nash

[randomoranges]

Perfect Cities

Cooking Lesson

 1997 + present at the end (2017) 

Edward sighed and studied the damage in the kitchen. He counted at least three mounds of charred something, eight dirty pots with burnt bottoms, too many dirty dishes to count and at least four measuring cups. It wasn’t enough that Étienne’s kitchen wasn’t exactly small, but with two grown men standing side by side staring at the mess... Edward felt a little cramped. If anything, at least the space wasn’t closed off and the large open area above the counter leading off to the living room brought in natural lighting, which only brightened the mass of burnt whatever it was Étienne had tried making.

 At least, that was what he saw.

 “What have you done to your poor kitchen?” He bemoaned.

 Beside him, Étienne shifted from one foot to the next and shrugged. “I tried making dinner. You make it look so easy.” He looked away from Edward and to his floor, almost as if he was ashamed of having failed. Edward always cooked for him. Étienne wanted to return the favour – wanted to make Edward feel as good as he felt when his friend made him food.

 Edward rolled his eyes. It was true that he normally ended up taking over when he visited Étienne. It wasn’t that he minded going out to different restaurants, or ordering in, but sometimes, there was nothing better than a home cooked meal. Edward liked cooking in Étienne’s kitchen, while Étienne sat at the counter space in front of the open space watched him cook. They would share a few glasses of wine, talk about whatever adventure they had been on and it almost felt domestic enough that Edward could pretend it meant something.

 If anything, he liked cooking and Étienne had a large appetite.

 “How have you even lived this long without actually setting your house, or yourself, on fire?”

 “I’m fireproof.” He joked weakly, placing a hand on his lower abdomen where Edward knew Étienne had a dark burn mark from one of the many fires that had ravaged his city, centuries ago.

 He remembered the first time he had found the mark, more than a decade ago, and how reluctant Étienne had been to talk about it. Even now, seventeen years between them, Edward noticed Étienne pull down his shirt, almost subconsciously, as if he wanted to hide the burn mark and forget about it.

 Edward had eventually found out about the incident, had found it interesting how the fire in itself hadn’t even been caused by war – just another building going up in flames, but Étienne’s population had been greatly reduced and it had been one of his major setbacks. The scar had remained, both literally and physically.

 “Remind me to have your body sent and studied by scientists; they could do something with that.” He threw in lightly, hoping to get his friend out of his somber mood.

 “I can assure you scientists have already studied my body.” Étienne joked, making Edward roll his eyes.

 “You’re impossible.”

 “I know, but you like me for it.” Étienne grinned.

 “Ah but that’s what you think, Bouclés.” Edward returned, poking him in the arm.

 “Rude, Eddy, rude, but that’s not what you said last night.”

 “Maybe, but last night was last night, now I’m stuck being hungry in a kitchen with charred... something.” He added, throwing a glance back at the pan that sat forlornly on the counter.

 “Eh, I tried, really...” Étienne sighed, looking back at the mess as well.

 “I don’t get it – how do you not know how to cook? Didn’t anyone teach you?”

 “No, not really. No one really bothered.” Étienne deflected.

 Edward frowned. He could sense that there was more to this, but he didn’t feel like prying. Instead, he decided that he would take matters into his own hands and help his friend out.

 “I’ll teach you.”

 Étienne looked at him incredulously and laughed. “What? But you said so yourself; I’m a lost cause.”

 “Maybe, but I’ve never tried. Now, I have the perfect recipe I can teach you. It’s four ingredients and super easy. I’m sure you’ll manage if I help you out.”

 “You’re telling that to the guy who set his stove on fire while trying to boil water.”

 Edward groaned. He had forgotten that. He wasn’t even sure how that had happened either. As far as he could tell, Étienne had been only a little tipsy that time, maybe five years back, when he had declared that he was going to make them “the best goddamn spaghetti ever.” One moment the pot had been on the stove, with just the right amount of water and while they waited for it to boil, Étienne had pressed Edward against his refrigerator to kiss him, saying they should put the time to good use.

 Edward had wholeheartedly agreed and when he had pulled away from the nice hickey he had been leaving Étienne, he had noticed the smoke and the small, gentle flame, lapping up at the pot.

 He had pushed Étienne away with a yelp, which resulted in Étienne nearly knocking his head on the cabinet and tipping over the salad bowl to the floor, while Edward had put out the fire.

 “We’ll start from the basics then. Now, why don’t you clean up this mess and I’ll run to the grocery store?”

 Before Étienne could even answer, Edward had his shoes on and was out the door, leaving a befuddled Étienne standing in front of the mess in his kitchen. So much for his quiet dinner at home... With a resigned sigh, he took out his scouring pad and gloves, setting himself to work. With every failed attempt at cooking and with the years, he had gotten really good at scrubbing dirty dishes.

 If anything, the cleaning would give him some time to reflect about his Master Plan.

 Étienne had put a lot of thought and time into coming to terms with his feelings for Edward. He knew he had always liked him, but it had taken him a few years to realise that it was love and not just simple friendship, and then it had taken him a few more years to accept that he loved Edward.

 He had tried fighting it, afraid that if he said anything it would ruin whatever it was he already had with Edward. However, now that it had been seventeen years and that Edward was still by his side, he figured he could do something... or maybe even say something...

 He just had to be brave. Edward deserved that much.

 --

 “So, what exactly are we making?” Étienne asked after Edward had set out the ingredients on his now clean counter.

 “My coconut cake you liked so much.”

 At the sound of that, Étienne perked up. It was a damn fine coconut cake.

 “Alright, what’s first boss?”

 “First, you set your oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit, see? It’s this button right here.” Edward pointed to it and then pressed it. “98,72% of cakes are set on the “bake” setting, so for now, ignore all the others.” He added, selecting that option.

 “Interesting statistic there, Ed.” Étienne teased.

 “Shush. Now, I’m putting two little stickers on the settings I just used so you can remember for next time.” Edward took out a small packet of brightly coloured star stickers with smiley faces and placed a red one on “bake” and the blue one on “350.”

 “I’m not five, Ed.” Étienne pouted.

 Edward ignored him and continued with his explanation. “Maybe, but I’ve seen you cook. At least I stuck with your Habs colour scheme. Now,” He went on, amused when Étienne didn’t say anything about the stickers anymore. “Can you measure one cup of the self-rising flour, please?”

 He handed Étienne the bowl he had found in the cupboard and watched what he would do. Edward figured that if he closely observed everything Étienne did, he would eventually figure out where it was he went wrong and then he could save Étienne from the usual burnt catastrophes.

 Of course, Étienne was a bag full of surprises. First, Étienne took the measuring cup and placed it inside the bowl. Edward then watched him take the bag of flour, and start pouring it in the bowl. Edward tried not to scream as Étienne continued pouring the flour, until he finally stopped. The bowl was full of flour, with the measuring cup in the middle.

 It looked like a white donut of flour.

 “What... what – why?” He finally managed to ask, when he got over his initial shock.

 “What’s wrong? You asked me to measure out a cup. See? The flour reaches the line where it says one cup on the cup.” Étienne made an indent in the mountain of flour and pointed to the red line.

 Edward stared at him in abject horror, convinced that his friend was pulling his leg, but when he studied his face, he saw nothing but sincerity.

 “Oh my God; you’re serious.”

 “You mean that’s not how you measure a cup?”

 “No!” He shouted and then took a deep breath. He was here to teach Étienne, not to berate him of his shortcomings and for not knowing. “I mean – here, I’ll show you. First, put the flour back in the bag. We’ll start over.”

 Étienne did as he was told, only managing to get a little on the counter, his clothes, his hair and the floor. It was a good thing Edward had chosen an easy recipe. He had a funny feeling this was going to take a while.

 “You never explained earlier, but you said you never learnt and that no one bothered teaching you how to cook...” Edward ventured as he fiddled with the bag of shredded coconut. “What did you mean by that?” He chanced a look at Étienne and noticed the brief flash of anger in his green eyes.

 “Samuel couldn’t be bothered showing me, so I did what I could.”

 Edward wanted to delve deeper in the issue, but he could tell by Étienne’s tone that he didn’t want to talk about it. For now, Edward would content himself of this answer. It was already so much more than he ever expected getting, or usually got.

 --

 He hadn’t been wrong. Even though there were only four ingredients to the cake, (one cup self-rising flour, one cup milk, one cup sugar, and one cup shredded coconut), it had been quite the adventure. That wasn’t even taking into consideration the fact that he had to explain to Étienne that there were different types of flours.

 After Étienne had re-measured the flour, Edward had told him to measure out the coconut. However, Étienne had literally ripped the bag open and coconut had flown everywhere. Then, as they moved on to the milk, the bag had fallen out of the container, spilling all over the now once again dirty counter. Finally, instead of scooping out the sugar like any other normal person, Étienne had taken the bag and had started pouring it in the cup (small consolation), when a rather large chunk of sugar had fallen out. Of course, it had gone mostly all over the place, including the bowl, so they had more than the one cup of sugar in the batter.

 And that had been after Étienne had wanted to put sugar cubes in the cup, thinking that was what the “one cup of sugar” meant.

 Yet, Edward was pretty sure the cake would be all right, but about twenty minutes after it had been poured into a pan and placed in the oven, he realised Étienne hadn’t sprayed the bottom of the pan with the non-stick spray.

 In a moment of panic, Edward had told Étienne to take the cake out of the oven and Étienne had done just that, but without putting the oven mitts on. The result had been a dropped metal pan, as Étienne had yelped at the contact of the hot metal. By some act of God, most of the batter had remained in the pan.

 Edward had then scrapped out the mixture from the pan, into a bowl, washed out the pan, dried it, sprayed the pan, poured the batter back into the pan and placed it back into the oven. He then checked Étienne’s hands and placed them under cool water.

 “I think you’re cursed.” Edward admitted as they sat by either side of the oven, on the floor, waiting for the cake to bake. Edward had even bought a small timer for Étienne – blue with red – and had left it on the counter. The kitchen was barely recognisable and Edward still couldn’t understand how that had happened.

 “I told you. Hey, at least there weren’t any eggs this time.”Étienne added, snorting. Edward puffed up laughing, recalling the time Étienne had tried making scrambled eggs, forgetting that he had to remove the shells.

 “Oh my God. Or that time you were trying to make pasta and kept stopping the water every time it boiled.” He laughed and Étienne did the same, recalling the incident.

 “Or –” He wheezed. “Or remember – remember when – oh God – the chicken. When it said to clean and I – I thought you had to use soap and bleach and –” He couldn’t go on as they both burst out in loud, raucous laughs, tears in their eyes. They looked at one another and stopped for one brief second, before they were both sent reeling, no longer able to stop. They laughed and laughed, clutching at their stomachs and banging their fists on the linoleum floor. Étienne fell over to the side, gasping for air and Edward leant back his head, banging it on the cabinet next to the oven.

 “Christ, look at you; your hair’s finally gone white.” Edward managed to say between bouts of laughter. Étienne passed a hand through his hair and shook out the flour, making Edward laugh even louder as a cloud of dust appeared around his head.

 “Don’t get your hopes up just yet.”

 “Oh God, this is ridiculous. I don’t even understand how this happened.” He tried catching his breath, but failed.

 “It’s my magic touch.” Étienne sat up and scooted himself beside his friend. Edward gave a weak chuckle at that and put his head on Étienne’s shoulder. Étienne relaxed and dropped a kiss to the top of Edward’s head, before leaning his cheek on top of his friend’s head.

 They stayed that way for a few moments, soft smiles on their faces, as they slowly regained their composure. At some point, Étienne reached out for Edward’s hand and laced their fingers together. Étienne figured that even if his plan of making dinner had failed, the evening hadn’t turned out so bad and maybe now he could put his Plan in action.

 “I think I just lost five pounds laughing. Oh man, you could have your own cooking show on the Comedy Channel.” Edward joked, breaking the moment they had been in.

 “That’s not a bad idea.”

 There was no urgency to their conversation, too comfortable to do anything about the mess in the kitchen or the dishes that needed their attention, when Edward bolted up, his eyes with panic.

 “What is it?” Étienne asked.

 “We forgot to set the timer!”

 “Fuck!” They both scrambled for the oven’s door and as they opened it, thick clouds of smoke poured out. Edward retrieved the oven mitts and pulled out the cake, just as the smoke detector went off.

 “No, no, no, how is this possible?!” Edward bemoaned, trying to clear the smoke from the cake. And when Étienne got a look at their creation, a black, charred mess, he started laughing all over again, bent over and gasping for air.

 Edward threw the pan on the counter and officially gave up.

 --

 Étienne stood in his empty kitchen and looked at his oven. Scenes of laughter danced before his eyes, from a different time – one he still yearned for. He brushed his hand over the settings of his stove and his fingers ran over a piece of transparent tape. Underneath it, a little frayed and faded, a blue star covered half the “bake” setting, preserved by the tape.

 On the counter, a little dusty and neglected, a timer sat.

 A ghost of a smile momentarily appeared on Étienne’s lips, before it fell.

 He had never been brave.

 After that night – after they had scrapped the burnt coconut cake from the pan and tried to salvage small parts of it, the moment had never felt right for him. He had convinced himself that Edward knew and understood and that things were okay between them.

 Then, just like the cake, just like the charred mess it had become, he and Edward found themselves in a series of conflicting arguments, pulling them away from one another. He had seen before his very eyes his most important relationship crumble and when he had tried to reach out and save it, he had only found ash.

 Deep down, he knew he should have said something, knew he should have gone that extra step and reached out for Edward, but instead he had cowardly hid once more.

 Now, it was too late. Edward was with another man, or so the rumour mill said and Étienne was left with his dusty timer and frayed stickers – mementos of a time when he had been happy.

 He stepped out of his kitchen, closing off the lights behind him, the smell of coconut and the feeling of warmth carrying him to bed.

 FIN 40

 A.N. all the cooking incidents mentioned in this fic are based on real incidents I’ve heard of from friends, family, and strangers on the bus.

 Started writing: April 21st 2017, 9:01am

Finished writing: April 21st 2017, 10:27am

Started typing: May 2nd 2017, 4:59pm

Finished typing: May 2nd 2017, 6:02pm

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #Edward Murphy #étienne maisonneuve #perfect cities #fic #what are even tags

[eduardo-andale-lets-go]

Little Richie Adventures

Richie sitting to the wrong dad in a movie theater as a kid.

we have 5 year old richie tozier and its just went and little richie because maggie is having girl time with her friends too and went being the amazing dad he is “trusts” his child to go to the bathroom by himself

“daddy daddy daddy i need to go pee”  “okay richie you can go pee" went says, distracted by the movie, because its very interesting, okay, and the bathroom is literally a few steps away, it takes one direct line and richie can do it so he lets him

and richie, he takes this as his mission

he waddles through the seats and he's so Polite because he’s saying “Please excuse me” like a good boy (only, he’s saying it in his normal richie voice, which usually means its a few hundred decibels higher than normal, especially in a theater so he gets angry hushes that he never notices)

and even though the door was kind of heavy to open-- he got in by waiting for someone else and then teleporting (running very fast inside through the door while an adult holds it for him in confusion for the lone little boy by the bathroom)-- he was still able to pee by himself, which he will tell his mommy later 

(also, he’ll tell his mommy about the mirror that is just his height. his hair can barely reach the top of the counter, so he cant really see anything in the mirror but his curls, but this one has just one counter thats his height! and i can see my face mommy! i look so cute! just like you said i would!)

so little richie waddles back to the theatre (very politely saying EXCUSE ME!!!!) and jumps down on the seat, ass snuggled in the comfy theatre seat, very satisfied with his job (even though he forgot to wash his hands, but he doesnt realize it, so he’s not that bothered about it when he eats a donut later) 

and he’s rattling off in a whisper (again, in little richie terms, so, not that quiet) about his adventure to the bathroom.

and he was just telling his daddy about the little mirrors to match little richie when a small “ehem” interrupts him, and he turns his back and sees a very angry little boy tapping his foot taptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptap and he stares and stares and stares because who is this new friend, why is he so angry, aw he’s very cute just like me, i’ll tell mommy later-- until: “Getoff!”

“Whu--”

“I said getoff!!! That’s my pa!”

“Your pa? This is my daddy!”

“No you dingus look!”

And little richie, god forbid, finally looked up for the first time since he’s been babbling for maybe ten minutes and sees the snoring figure of a man who is definitely not his daddy, and 100% absolutely positively this angry boy’s ‘pa’

“And thats my chair!”

Little Richie panics because now he’s lost and he’s forgotten what he was gonna tell his daddy, so now he’s gonna have to tell his story but without all the cool parts in it which Sucks but right now he can’t find his daddy and its dark and--

“Richie!”

“DADDDY!”

“Richie, shh, shh, where in God’s name did you go?” Went picks him up, crouching as far as he can while holding onto a snuffling Richie.

He whines, “Idunno daddy, I was just very good at the pee, and then i found you, and i told you all the cool things i did but then it wasnt you and i was a missing boy like in the peter pan and this other boy is mad at me for taking his daddy!”

“My pa! He’s not my daddy. He’s my pa. That’s what I call him! ...dingus.”

“Yeah, well this is my daddy!”

“Okay!”

“OKAY!”

“Hmph!”

“hmp-ffffff”

“Richie come on, let’s go back to our seats and watch the movie.” (and mutters “God Maggies is going to crucify me, she must never know”)

They watch the remainder of the movie with Went holding Richie in his lap. His face partially hidden in Went’s chest and Went revels in the heat of little Richie, his own little thermos pack in the cold of the cinema.

When the movie ends, Richie would have forgotten about his woes and tragedy and is back to jumping up and down and speaking like speedy Gonzales. 

Went and Richie walk down the exit, and as they walk past the popcorn stands, Richie sees the grumpy boy again with his “pa!” and for some reason, he decides that he’s his new friend. Richie tugs Went’s hands and runs toward the little angry boy with his bag on the tummy.

Just as they come closer, Richie sees the boy put back some tissues (”Ti-shoos, Richie. That’s how you say them. They’re for cleaning handsome faces just like yours!”) in his tummy bag.

“Hehllo!” Richie says, out of breath, because it was a long way from down the hall actually.

“...hello,” the boy says shyly

Little Richie beams and extends his hands like he sees in those movies his parents watches. You know, like a gentleman! 

the boy just watches his hand, like he doesnt know what to do. the grumpy boy from earlier was suddenly very shy and little richie, even though he doesn’t know it just then, will learn to love this of him, of how he could become fiery in one second and then soft the next. (brave forever)

“I’m Richie!” he waggles his hand (his unwashed hands) “Shake my hands like this--” he grabs the boy’s hands and takes it in his and then shakes as vigorously as he can. Just like bugs bunny in the looney toons, because the slow shake he sees in his parent’s movies are kind of boring and he’s more of a Cool bugs bunny boy himself.

The boy looks up at his 'pa!' who Went notices looks like someone who has just been admonishing his kid. 

“Alright buddy, go on, of course you can befriend him.”

The boy lights up and smiles, so, so sweetly, before saying, “I’m Ed-waard Kasp-brahk. But my ma calls me Eddie.”

“Whoa!!! I’m Richie!”

Went ruffles his son’s hair, “He knows son, you just said that.”

And while Richie and Eddie starts talking about the fun movie they just watched and all the cool colors and their favorite characters, Went finds out that Frank had just been lecturing Eddie for running off on his own, and Went laughs because that’s exactly what Richie did, but that only happened because he was too invested in the movie and then Frank snorted and said, “Well, okay, it might have happened because i wasnt invested enough.” “oh no--” “yeah!” “i can’t believe it--” “Yeah! I fell aslEEP!” “That movie was so good you missed it!” “Yeah, well, this was the most comfortable I could to sleeping so.”

And while Went and Frank talk, with the intention to talk more later over some beer with other friends, they don’t quite have to foresight yet to realize just how this day would mean for little richie and eddie.

And when they attend their sons’ wedding much much later, they can’t quite say they predicted it just by that one interaction, but as the years went by, and one became a thousand and more days together, they kind of already knew

#little richie adventures #okay so headcanon that frank never died but got very sick so sonia got her clutches into eddie #so she affected him still yknow #but frank divorces sonia and gets custody of eddie #and eddie and richie continue their gay romance while frank recovers from his sickness and inevitably gets 100% healed #imagine clown magic but replace it with turtle magic #thats it #it chapter one #it chapter two #it #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #went tozier #frank kaspbrak #sonia is a bitch #the clown movie but better because no one dies and everyone is gay

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Stand By Ed Chapter 7 [An Ed, Edd n Eddy Crossover]

Note: Here is the next chapter of @impano and I’s crossover of Stand By Ed! Enjoy!

Now it was completely dark all across the Lemon Brooke woods. Having traveled at night before the boys made camp in a safe place. It was an open grassy area surrounded by trees. If only they could sleep in the location they had last time. The city lights made them feel safe. At least the moon was out. Eddy especially felt much safer. It was still embarrassing to admit that dumb fear.

It took some time, followed with great patience, to start a campfire. After vigorously rubbing together two sticks as smoke fired out his ears, Eddy made the fire.

The humorous event reminded Eddy of a funny story he wrote.

As the Eds munched on marshmallows Eddy entertained his friends about a boy with the biggest ears. They’re length was similar to Dumbo. The boy had hearing better than any bird. One day he was in school and heard a girl whisper to a friend that she was going to ask some guy by the name of Brad out when she already had a boyfriend. But the friend already asked Brad to go out. But, Brad was asking some other girl out as they spoke! The boy with the big ears followed the commotion only to learn that the fight was occuring in another state!

Ed and Edd laughed as Eddy took a little bow. “Thank you, thank you, and thank you!”

“That was very good, Eddy,” Edd complimented.

“What happens after?” Ed asked.

Eddy’s smile faded. “What do yah mean?”

“Does the boy fly to the other state to see the drama? Ooh, that would be funny!”

Eddy uncomfortably scratched the back of his head. “Uh... I don’t know. That’s all I came up with.”

“What’s the reason why the boy has big ears?” Edd was next to ask.

Eddy shot Edd an annoyed look. Edd immediately felt guilty. He should have known better. Eddy just wrote to relieve his anxiety. Eddy enjoyed writing more then he let on Stacks and stacks of papers scattered around his room. He made up little stories about random characters, his own feelings, or even about his disco ball. Eddy had a unique mind. It was a shame he wouldn’t make it more of a hobby.

“It’s just a dumb story, guys!” Eddy huffed scarfing a half burned marshmallow down his throat.

Ed and Edd guiltily frowned. Putting another marshmallow on a stick Ed hit his against Eddy’s forming a gooey string of the dessert. Eddy laughed and playfully punched Ed’s arm.

“If only we had some buttered toast!”

“How would a marshmallow and toast go together?” Edd asked.

“Anything tastes good with buttered toast, Double D,” Ed stated matter of factly.

“Best not argue, Double D. The first thing I ever saw lumpy eat when I first met him was shrimp, two donuts, an apple, dsome steak tips, and even a turkey under two slabs of buttered toast.”

The conversation moved on to a ‘would you rather’ match, to movies, and betting which characters could beat out the other in a wrestling match. This is what the boys missing out on. Their time with no worries was quickly fading. That’s why Eddy was so anxious. There friendship would fade for sometime until they became closer. What if they actually split up in high school?

Eddy’s concern was soon forgotten when the howl of a wolf prowling some near distance alerted the boys.

“What was that?” Ed shivered grasping Edd’s arm.

“The call of a wolf, no doubt,” Edd gulped.

“A wolf?” Eddy questioned, his voice noticeably higher.

“It’s the wilderness, Eddy!”

“We never heard no wolves on the way to Bro’s!”

Before Edd could argue further another wolf howled which sounded even closer from the first one. The three boys huddled together in a tight hug. The fire didn’t light up much of the campground. Were the wolves lurking right outside the dark shadows ready to feast on their skin?

“This is not good! We won’t be able to sleep like this!” Edd deemed holding Eddy tightly. Eddy didn’t mind so much. He wondered if Edd noticed him holding him holding his hip.

“Not unless we take watch,” Ed recommended.

Both Edd and Eddy looked startled by their friends advice.

“Would you take watch, Ed?” Edd asked feeling quite humbled. Ed always looked out for them.

“Sure! Then Eddy can take watch and then you. We could keep watch by that tree.”

“You sure you’re gonna stay up, Ed?” A skeptical Eddy asked.

“Of course! I’ll just count chickens!”

Eddy grabbed something from inside his bag. “Wait Ed, take this!”

It was the gun. Terror flooded Ed’s face. He refused to take it. Edd was also giving Eddy a reproachful eye. Having learned that there were bullets inside the weapon earlier that day they had no idea how many more there were.

“Only use it if you really need to,” Eddy carefully instructed.

The crickets were chirping. Any little sound set Ed off. He tried to relax but if a stick snapped Ed picked up the gun and pointed it in every direction. Edd could hardly sleep fearing Ed may harm one of them by mistake.

As night went on Edd’s eyes grew heavy. He snuggled into his sleeping bag and drifted off to sleep.

Eddy took the next watch. He wasn’t at all tired. His mind kept him awake with irritating thoughts gradually bringing his mood down. His hand tightened around the gun in anger having to listen to his brothers voice on constant repeats like a broken record.

Noticing their fire slowly dimming Eddy left his post. He tapped at the burning sticks. What good would it do? He couldn’t even start a fire.

A moan alerted Eddy.

It was from Edd. He head tossed and turned in his sleep. He made another moan of discomfort.

Surrounding Edd were bodies. The kids were all injured. A little girl stared up at him with frightened teary eyes. That’s when Edd snapped out of it realizing what he was doing. The kids... they all looked... dead. Then there were flashing cameras in crowds of people with blurred faces asking why he injured a number of a children with dodgeballs. Someone ripped his hat off revealing the scar. People laughed. They pointed. And laughed. Edd searched for his parents. He called for them but no answer.

Then, there was his father.

The crowd of people diminished and it was eerily silent. Just Edd’s father staring coldly at his own son with no hat to cover the scar.

“Father...”

“I hate you, Eddward.”

Edd gasped away.

“You okay?” Eddy asked concerned.

Edd panted, grasping his beating heart. Tears threatened him. His whole being ached wanting a hug to relieve it all. No. Monsters don’t deserve hugs.

“Nothing.”

Eddy stared at him in pity much to Edd’s dismay. His focus returned back to the fire which steadily grew making them warmer. Without a word Eddy walked back to his lookout position miserably holding the gun. The way Eddy faced away from the campfire alerted Edd.

Years ago when they were outside of Mondo-a-Go-Go Amusement Park Edd remembered Eddy staring into the night sky for what seemed like an hour. And then the whole night turned into a deep conversation between the three friends which changed their friendship for the better.

Edd stood up and tip toed over to Eddy so he wouldn’t disturb a snoring Ed.

“Mind if I join you?” Edd whispered.

Eddy jumped, startled. “Y-Yeah, sure, sockhead.”

With some company Eddy looked a little better. Even Edd. The dream didn’t settle his worries.

“A penny for your thoughts, Eddy?” Edd asked with a nervous smile.

Eddy leaned his head against the tree. His whole body looked strained, holding back any pain. Then he shut his eyes, biting at his lip.

“I wish I could just drop out of school.” Came Eddy’s answer.

Edd’s heart ached. “Eddy, why?”

“I ain’t smart enough,” Eddy mumbled hardly looking at Edd.

Edd sighed an irritated groan. “Eddy, stop thinking that about yourself! You’ve come up with the most brilliant ideas. You always have a plan B.”

“You’re just sayin’ that.”

“I mean it! You always catch me when I overthink my studies.”

“So what?” Eddy huffed, waving his arms out. “If I’m smart then why don’t any of those wise ass teachers ever think so?”

Eddy growled staring at the ground hatefully. He still had the gun in his hand. Frim a short distance away Ed still snored.

“We’re going to the high school, Eddy.”

“Thanks for the reminded again!” Eddy snapped.

Eddy’s behavior confused Edd more and more. His friend was known for his angry spouts. “I meant that we have a fresh start.”

“Fresh start my ass! They all know me! As soon as I strut into that school they’re all gonna run for cover knowing I’m Terry McGee’s little brother.”

And with that Edd completely understood. “Eddy, they’re not...��

“Uh... earth to sockhead! Weren’t you payin’ attention at all these past three years?!” Eddy’s voice howled through the woods. Little did Eddy know he actually scared off a wolf. “None of them trusted me! I never got a say! No one ever took my side! They knew I was an evil destructive, cheating lowlife!”

“That’s not true.” Edd said calmly.

“Oh it is, don’t you try to defend me! No one ever asked if I made all those copies of an embarrassing school photo! Nope, they thought I wanted a gazillion copies to have as my headshot for when I was famous someday! And then I cleaned ‘em all up for two stickin’ hours without a ‘thank you.’ And then they go and give me a week’s detention for your impersonation of the principal.”

Edd’s heart swelled. “Eddy, I said...”

“I know! You told me and said you were sorry. It’s all in the past, Double D,” Eddy said to him. A tear escaped his eye. Eddy quickly brushed it away.

“Who were they gonna believe?” Eddy continued in a low voice. “All the kids who were torturing the victim or the kid brother of ‘Terrible Terrel’ McGee?”

Eddy sniffled. He bit at his knuckle forcing his sobs down. The skin broke, bleeding. Edd placed a hand on Eddy’s shoulder trying to calm him.

“Nope. They’d believe you. And a jock who gets bad grades. Three witches who hardly show up for school. And a spoiled brat! But not me! A kid who was abused by his own brother for no reason whatsoever! Did they even care?! No, they didn’t ask. They just assumed! No one trusts me! They all...” Eddy hid the tears and shook his head.

“I just wish I could go some place where nobody knows me!”

Edd pulled his best friend into a hug letting him cry into his shoulder. Eddy held Edd closely, shaking as he sobbed.

“I’m such a sap,” Eddy was trying to laugh it off but he couldn’t.

Or the remainder of he night the two boys held one another tightly. Once assured that nothing was coming after then they went back to the campground and slept. Eddy's hand stayed connected with Edd’s as they fell asleep to crickets chirping.

#ed edd n eddy #eene #eene fanfiction #EddEddy #Stand By Me #Stephen King

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PT.1 Eddie is so enamored with his s/o that he probably wouldn't even notice he's in love until months after the fact. Kinda like how you don't notice you're hungry until your stomach starts growling. As such, he can't pin point the moment he fell in love; just the moment he realized he had, if that makes sense. And it's not even in a sense of, "Oh my god, I'm in love with you" so much as it is, "... Oh... So THAT'S what this is. ... Oh, wait--!!"

PT.2 There's a literal myriad of ways he could confess but the one that currently comes to mind is that you guys were on a date to yet another museum. You'd driven out to Chicago to see the art museum and you were holding his hand throughout the entire thing. It was when you came upon Fuseli's "Macbeth, Act 4, Scene 1" that you attempt to crack a joke:

PT.3 "That moment when your friends send you to kill a spider but then you see how big that sucker is," you smirk, referring to the look of horror and disgust upon Macbeth's face as he regards the head at his feet. Jokes between the two of you are not unusual, even when in such an institute. And yet, there's something about this one joke of yours that makes Eddie's heart...flutter. Flutter differently than how it normally does in accordance to you. But he decides to pay it no mind...

After the museum date, he takes you to a comic book shop just down the street. He giddily begins plucking issue after volume of items on his wishlist, stopping only when he hears you gleefully go, "Holy crap! Eddie, look at this!!" When Eddie turns, he sees it. You're holding a DVD omnibus of the second season of Batman: The Animated Series, priced quite decently for what it was.

PT.5 You eagerly purchase it, saying that the two of you could watch it tonight at your hotel room. In your excitement, you don't think for a moment that the "it" Eddie first saw was your radiant smile, and not the DVD. Eddie isn't as talkative that evening. THAT was the first sign something was amiss. You ask him what's wrong but he insists nothing is wrong. "Just tired," he says, offering a smile.

PT.6 Too tired to go on about the paintings you saw that day? Too tired to give you the history on all the graphic novels he'd purchased today? Too tired to say more than seven fun facts about Batman: TAS? You weren't buying it. But no matter how much you asked, Eddie insisted nothing was wrong. He wasn't lying: He was only thinking. Thinking about why your joke today seemed so different. Why the smile you gave him so many times before suddenly felt brighter.

PT.7About your eyes, about how you'd look in the morning, about how you'd want him to get up early to grab you a donut from the continental breakfast so that you could sleep in, how you'd do the same thing if you were married and in your own hou-- Eddie's eyes widen, and not because of whatever new scheme Joker was planning. He glances at you. Your eyes are trained o the TV, it's glow flashing on your features. You were making that face you made whenever you were intrigued. That face he loved --

PT.8Eddie's heart ricocheted about his ribcage. "Gotta go pee," he mutters, getting up a little too quickly for someone who'd claimed to be tired. He uncharacteristically disregards your "hey!" from losing the body you'd been propped up against. In the bathroom, he leans over the sink, face burning beneath the droplets of water he'd splashed into his face.

PT9So. This was it: He loved you. Like, he loved you before but now, he LOVED you. How geeky you were, how you humored him, how everything just fit right. He wasn't scared; Eddie never knew fright. But he definitely wasn't out to march out there and -- *knock knock* "Eddie?" he hears you call from behind the door. "Is everything okay?"

PT10"Uh... Yeah," he responds, still not quite lying. Everything was okay. Everything was gonna be okay, he told himself as he dried his face. Flushing the toilet and washing his hands to throw you off, he then inhaled deeply before exhaling. Everything was gonna be just fine. He opened the door to see you standing there, worry inked into your features. "That was the most active I've seen you all evening," you say. "Yeah, well..." Eddie says, making his way back to the couch.

PT11"You can only be so active at a museum," he offers, a smile accompanying his reason. You give in, seeing no point in pushing it. "True," you admit, joining him on the couch. "And I can't say that a comic shop is a gym either..." The two of you are quiet for a moment. "God, we're geeks," you suddenly say. This causes Eddie to chuckle. "What? It's true!" you say. "Who drives out to Chicago just for the art and comics!?" "Art students." "We aren't art students, Eddie! We do this for FUN!!"

PT12"True..." Eddie admits. "But at least I'm a geek for you," he says. And damn, it sounded so much cooler in his head! "Yeah," you scoff. "You take six months out of the year to perfect your (Y/N) cosplay to go to (Y/N)-Con in the living room," you continue sarcastically. "Well, no..." Eddie begins. "But I do love learning things about you." He bites his lip, uncertain as whether or not he should go on. His heart kicks his brain out of the way, making him do exactly that.

PT13"I know how you like your tea; I know that you call babies 'baberts' and cry when one waves at you; I also know what songs you like on your playlist and which playlists signify what you're feeling. I know a lot of other things, too, and I love them all. But... Well, it's not enough for me, I guess." "... Eddie?" Is he breaking up with you!?

PT14"I'm a geek for you because...you're an endless trove of things to learn. You're interesting, funny, smart, kind, all around wonderful... Plus, you're a huge geek, too. I know that normally I would be waxing poetic but sometimes simpler words can be just as powerful so... So here it goes!" You blink frantically, trying to figure out what the heck this man is saying. "(Y/N)!" Eddie says, his regularly loud voice returning for the first time in hours.

PT15"(Y/N), I -- I --" Everything is gonna be fine. Everything is gonna be fine. Everything is gonna -- "I'm your biggest fan!!" ... Smooth, Edward. Mrs. Collins from AP English and Mr. Craig from college creative writing would be so proud. It is as he considers hiding his face in the pillows that Eddie feels your hands pressing against his cheeks, forcing him to look up at you. "Yeah..." you whisper 

PT.16"I'm your biggest fan, too, you knucklehead." Batman: The Animated Series plays on, forgotten as your lips meet with a confirming kiss, followed by many, many more, passionate ones against your lips, cheeks, neck, and shoulders. It is about ten minutes later, as your back is pressed against the sofa cushions with Eddie hovering over you that your beloved suddenly notes, "You know, couches in hotels are often left uncleaned by the staff." "Dammit, Eddie! Read the mood!!" THE END

“so i’m not getting-” “you are not getting any tonight.” “god damn it.” “at least, not on this couch. that much i assure you of.”

can you just imagine his smile when he wakes up? she’s curled into his neck, hand on his chest, and he lays there for a while, playing with her hair and beaming brighter than the sun because... he loves her. he loves her, and she’s in his arms, and there’s nothing that could be better.

except, perhaps, to say it and hear it said back in return.

so while she’s sleeping, he moves his lips over her cheeks, her brow, her ears, her jaw, murmuring “i love you” softer than morning breezes. nearly silent. little kisses here and there that tickle her awake, bringing her into the waking world with a smile on her face.

“good morning, most adored darling of mine.” “and a good morning to you, most handsome one.”

and his heart is so full of joy that he can’t help but kiss her, firm and fast and true, to somehow convey how much love her feels for her. how much infinite, unnameable, unbelieveable love he feels.

#i LOVE YOU SO MUCH #fave #long post /// #mr. mccarthy #messages #Anonymous