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que la vida vale pre-buddie | rated t | 896 words | 905 spec, eddie+pepa, grief and moving on

“It’s hardest when the loss is so fresh, I think,” Pepa says. She offers him a small smile, a little sad. “Not that it gets easier, exactly, but less… sharp, maybe." It doesn’t feel easier, Eddie thinks. Or less sharp, or anything like that. It fades into the background sometimes, but whenever he thinks of it: Shannon, gone nearly a decade now. It doesn’t feel any softer.

i would shun the light ryliver | rated m | 1,151 words | character bleed, 913 spec, ode to a taco bell drive thru

It's a quiet ride back to the hotel, fifteen minutes in the desert before they even hit the edge of town. Them. Sitting side by side in the front seat of Ryan's SUV. aka the beautiful and specific angst of being stuck in a slow-moving taco bell drive thru at 1 in the morning

oh god. buck-centric pre-buddie | rated e | 1082 words | post-811, pining, masturbation

It’s actually annoying that he’s not in love with Eddie. You know? It would make everything so much easier if he was.

mean girls give pleasure eddietaylor | rated e | 3,719 words | proxy sex, multiple orgasms, bi eddie

He could get her off like this, easy as anything. But he won’t. Not yet. It’s not about that. “He loves it, you know? Can’t get enough of it,” she says, sharp nails digging into his forearm. She’s got a grasp on him where his hand disappears between her legs. Keeping him there, yanking him away. Both at once, maybe, like she hasn’t decided yet. “I fucked him as often as he fucked me. More, sometimes.”

i'll make you banana pancakes buddie | rated e | 1800 words | ass eating, cumming in his overnight oats

Eddie finds him in the kitchen, standing at the counter doing his meal prep. Low-lit by the bulb over the stove. It centers him – that’s what Buck says. Getting ready for the week like this, containers lined up in neat little rows. One of a half dozen things Eddie's learned about him in the past few months. This and the little song he hums to soothe himself when he’s stressed out and the seventeen steps in the skincare routine Eddie didn’t realize he had.

strange, you never knew may/ravi | rated t | 782 words | post-8.16 coda, grief/mourning, first meeting

She runs into him at the wake. Runs into him literally, with her little cup of punch and her plate of canapes balanced on top of it. There’s a napkin clutched in her other hand which she’d picked up to sort of use as a tissue and also to sort of use as just a napkin because she hasn’t been able to make herself cry yet.

so ambitious for a juvenile buck pov | rated t | 1,170 words | missing scene from 1.02, light angst, loneliness

When you get back from a call in the middle of the night, it’s not like everyone just crawls back into bed and goes right back to sleep. It would be nice if it was like that, if you could just – shut off. Maybe some of them can. Buck can’t.

part 2 of the episodes project, a series of canon-compliant companion fics attached to individual episodes, beginning with S1

out of work, out of my head buck/omc | rated e | 5,128 words | post-1.01, hookup sex, bittersweet, age gap

“Beautiful morning, isn’t it?” Buck looks up from where his shoes are scuffing against the worn cedar planks of the pier, arm stretched out over the back of the bench. There’s a guy standing maybe ten feet away, watching him out of the corner of his eye while he pulls on his fishing line. Older guy, maybe mid-fifties. Ballcap and faded jeans and everything. Buck nods. “Yeah.” buck got fired and then unfired and then still had to finish his shift; all he wants is to shut off

part 1 of the episodes project, a series of canon-compliant companion fics attached to individual episodes, beginning with S1

honey, you're familiar buddie | rated e | 1200 words | bouncing on it, nipple play

Seeing him like this: Buck on top of him, mile-long legs splayed out over his lap. Straddling him with his hands planted on Eddie’s shoulders, sweat shining on his face, sheets bunching up around both of them. At some point in the watching, sitting up, hand pressed low on Buck’s back to keep him held close, mesmerized.

depollute me buddie | 1.6k | rated m | coming home, first time, reunion

Eddie and Chris come home on a Thursday night in early June.

look who's inside again 16,846 words | rated m | buckley-diaz family, chris character study, reconciliation, follow-up/prequel to i'm holding on (barely)

chris misses his dad. he misses his mom. he misses buck. he's still trying to figure out what it means that he misses them all in the same way.

meanwhile the world goes on buddie | rated t | 1,641 words | 806 coda, pre-relationship, healing and softness

Eddie hums. Takes a sip of his own coffee, which Buck had left waiting for him on the table. It’s rich and dark and strong and hot, and he lets it work its way into his brain. Takes a breath and stretches himself out again, lets his toes curl into the soft pile of the rug under their feet. “Let’s go for a run,” he says after a moment. And so they do.

close ain't close enough (til we cross the line) buddie | 9,884 words | rated e | infidelity, possessive sex

buck and eddie are not even approaching normal about each other; things escalate quickly (aka: the sexting fic, part 2)

don't slow this down buddie | rated e | 2,581 words | getting together, domesticity, intimacy, hand jobs

They’re twenty seven hours into ninety six off, three more days of nothing stretching out in front of them. Nothing but this, and Buck, and the early afternoon sun pouring in through the big loft windows. "I guess I don't have to go."

i'm holding on (barely) buddie + helena character study | 12,543 words | rated m

August comes, and with it comes Eddie. Eddie and that friend of his who was there back at the start of the summer, the one Christopher has talked so much about over the past few months. Buck this, and Buck that, and – All of it. Helena takes one look at them, and she knows. eddie and buck take christopher home to california; helena and ramon decide to follow

nothing wrong with me loving you buddie | 4,496 words | rated e | infidelity, sexting

He’s not thinking about it. He’s not. He’s definitely not. Buck leaves for the night, gets in his car and drives away like everything’s normal – normal because it is, it literally is, it’s the most normal night in the world, and Eddie is the most normal he’s ever been, and then maybe an hour later, he gets a text. buck and eddie watch red white and royal blue together; one thing leads to another (aka: the sexting fic)

breathe in, breathe through buddie | rated t | 1,045 words | 803 coda, pre-relationship, pining, bed sharing

Eddie blinks back at him, and Buck feels his heart give a lazy thump in his chest. “Long night,” he says after a moment. It’s the first thing either of them have said since they left the station, since they ended up here by silent agreement. Eddie nods, and Buck feels himself smile. “Did I tell you I got to steal a motorcycle?”

ring like silver, ring like gold buddie | rated e | 1,163 words | established relationship, car sex, being FREAKS about domesticity etc

“Did you see the way Parker’s mom was looking at you?” Gasps. Huffs against his neck where Eddie’s skin is flushed and hot, sticky from their mingled sweat and the flat expanse of Buck’s tongue. “Asking if you wanted to help chaperone the Spring Fling.” 

late night high (i'm floating) buddie | 1,649 words | rated e | drug use, self-realization, mustache burn 😌

eddie gets very very high and realizes several important things about himself; buck's just trying to follow along

an aching in my heart buddie | rated m | 1,154 words | first kiss, beach camping, poetry

It’s dark out here past the lights of the city, air crisp and fresh and new in a way that makes him feel like his lungs can finally fill up for the first time maybe ever in his whole life. No smoke. No smog. No haze of dust or ash hanging over everything and sneaking into the crevices. Just air and the salt spray of the sea and Eddie sitting next to him on the beach with their shoulders pressed together.

i'm a cliché (who cares) buddie | 7,326 words | rated e

“You okay?” Buck asks, and Eddie blinks, lets out the breath that had gotten caught in his throat. “Yeah,” he says, even though – no, not really. “Sorry, just – a surprise, I guess. Hearing from him.” Which is weird, come to think of it, because they used to be close. Closer than anything, as close as – well, as close as him and Buck, but in a different way. In a way that felt frantic and clinging and desperate, something to hold onto while they were being shot at. Eddie hears from an old army buddy; it brings a few things to the surface.

let me put my lips to something buddie | 2,524 words | rated e | blood kink, possessive sex

It’s a rush, having sex with Buck. And he thinks part of it is probably down to this, the fact that it’s something that finally feels right-sized after a lifetime of not. That’s a big part of it, but another part of it is that it’s him. Him. Everything. The way it feels like they could consume each other like fire and it still wouldn’t be enough.

we all fall down pre-buddie | 1,634 words | rated m | infidelity/angst

Buck hates that he was here for this. He hates that he was here for this, Eddie and his girlfriend and the fucked up thing with the woman who’s not Shannon, and Buck just standing there in the middle of it, the four of them trapped together in Eddie’s living room on a random Thursday night like something out of a soap opera because they all happened to converge at once. when the metaphorical house burns down, you don't want to be the only one left standing in it

closer than my hands have been buddie | 4,578 words, rated M

Eddie never feels easy. Tommy feels easy, but Eddie – he doesn’t. He doesn’t feel easy now, and he didn’t feel easy last night, and he didn’t feel easy the night before that or before that or before that. Well, except for the parts where he did, when everything felt easy and loose and uncomplicated. Free. He misses that feeling. buck and tommy are together, and eddie's fine with that. it's fine. it is.

i feel a change in the weather (i feel a change in me) buddie | 2,133 words | rated M

It all comes to a head on the hot dusty path up to the top of Runyon Canyon. It feels inevitable, feels like something they’ve maybe been inching toward in fits and starts ever since they met. Feels right and easy and lived-in already, like a favorite shirt that’s been folded in the back of the closet for years, just waiting to be picked up and put on. buck and eddie go for a hike, kiss in the sunlight, and fall in love, not necessarily in that order.

you and tequila make me crazy buddie | 1,533 words | rated M

His arm is still draped over Eddie’s shoulders, hand still holding the other side of his head, and he shifts so that his fingers push up into the hair at the back of his neck, thumb slotting up against his ear. And he’s so close. Half an inch closer and he’d be able to feel Eddie’s heartbeat under his tongue, solid and sure and alive, and – “Hey,” says a voice above them, sharp enough to cut straight through the fog that’s settled over them. “There you guys are.” in which buck and eddie lose chimney because they're drunk and horny

for the rest of mine buddie | 644 words | rated M

It happens on a Tuesday night, with the soft whirl of the dishwasher running in the kitchen and ESPN on low in the background and Chris’s homework left laying out on the coffee table when he went to bed about an hour ago. 

heart in throat (am i dreaming?) buddie | 1,227 words | rated T

I kissed someone, he imagines himself saying eventually, when he’s ready. I think I really like him. Just like that. No big announcement, no declaration, but just – just letting it sit there and breathe between them.

already standing on the ground buddie | 1,195 words | rated T

Buck lets out a laugh, one hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck. Laughing like he’s relieved, like he can’t quite believe the words coming out of his own mouth. “We were on a date.” And – Eddie blinks. “Oh.”

such a sweet thing (i wanna do everything) bucktommy | 5,582 words | rated e

Buck doesn’t want to take it slow. He doesn’t want Tommy to ease him in or treat him gently. What he wants is to suck a dick.

top gun

we're knee deep hangster | 3k | rated e | canon compliant, exes to lovers-ish, reunion sex

He’s in California all of thirteen hours before he finds himself barreling back into bed with Jake Seresin. He’s not proud of it.

dr odyssey

an art to life's distractions the dr odyssey throuple, whatever we're calling them | rated m | 1,579 words | pre-relationship, pining, yearning, etc | tumblr post

Everything feels different here: the angle of the sun on his face, the feel of the salt spray in his lungs when it kicks up on the breeze, the motion of the ship itself that fades into the background after a day or two but stays, just there under the surface. Just at the edges of his brain. And that’s fine. Everything being different is fine.

stranger things

here you come again stommy | 16,172 words | rated e

Steve and Tommy haven't talked in nearly three years. After everything, maybe the best way forward is back.

so fondly today steddie | 8,267 words | rated E processing trauma, getting together | tumblr post

Eddie's hair is pulled up on top of his head, and there’s a piece of it falling down to frame his face, and Steve’s sleep-deprived brain sends a shock of want rushing through him. Want: he wants to touch? Wants to look? He’s looking. Wants to… something? He feels electricity crackle at the backs of his teeth and he blinks, wanting. Wanting so badly that something aches inside his chest. (it's been a few months since everything, and steve is beginning to realize some things about himself)

get it off your chest steddie | 7,415 words | rated E rough sex, spanking, read the ao3 tags! | tumblr post

“You think this is me taking you apart?” Eddie asks. He lets go of Steve’s hair and plants a hand in the center of his chest, then gives him a shove toward the bed. “That’s adorable, Steve. Seriously.” (or, steve and eddie have life-affirmingly good sex) aka my Consent Is Sexy manifesto

dressed up to the eyes steddie | 8,737 words | rated E rough sex, spanking, read the ao3 tags! | tumblr post

Steve almost didn’t come out tonight. It’s been a long day, and he kind of just wants to be at home in his sweatpants, curled up on the couch with takeout and an old movie, but – But he’d agreed to be social tonight – if nothing else, in Robin’s honor since she was supposed to have a date tonight but is trapped in bed with the flu – and so… here he is. Being social. Ish. Socialish. Steve and Eddie are strangers in a bar... or are they?

something so pretty steddie | 3,087 words | rated M | tumblr post

Eddie raises Steve's hand to brush a kiss over his knuckles, then catches him around the waist again, swaying them back and forth to the rhythm of a Bangles song coming from the radio. “I said you look pretty, and I meant it. Deal with it.” Steve feels a reluctant smile pull at the corners of his mouth. “Really?” (the girls paint steve's nails and it causes him to feel several enormous feelings)

can't start a fire steddie | 3,831 words | rated T | tumblr post

“Are you sure this is okay?” Steve asks in an undertone once everyone has arrived that first night. He looks genuinely nervous, which is… insane; he’s a bat-wielding, bat-biting jock who saved the world, and Eddie’s just – “I don’t think your friends like me very much.” Eddie feels the corners of his mouth draw down as he follows Steve’s eyeline to where the others are huddled in the corner talking amongst themselves. (steve doesn't need people taking care of him. except, maybe he kind of likes it when they do)

the sweetest thing steddie | 14,022 words | rated E

It had started out simple enough between them, Eddie making some off-hand comment about Steve not being able to hold out for a whole month and Steve, ever unable to back down from a challenge, rising to the bait. “Whatever,” he’d said, rolling his eyes. “A month? Please.” He could do a month. Easy. He just hadn't counted on Eddie being – well. Himself. eddie goads steve into a No Nut November challenge; he never said anything about taking it easy on him

the seas be ours (steddie pirates au) (2 works, 10,943 words, rated E)

Eddie The Dread Pirate Munson captures the Harrington heir with the intent of ransoming him back to his family for an easy payout. He really could not have guessed what he was getting himself into.

back in the new york groove (26,823 words, rated E) summer 1999 | tumblr post | ch 6/? rockstar eddie/middle school teacher steve, soft dom steve

“Ha!” Eddie says, jabbing a finger into Steve's chest. “I have a publicist. That automatically makes me cooler than you.” “Oh yeah? Well I have about eighty twelve year olds back in Santa Monica who think I’m the coolest guy on the planet.” (new york isn't home, but it's the next best thing) Steve and Eddie chaotically parenting their gen-z toddler in the late 90s (part of the future fic series)

future fic series (23 works, 64,995 words, rated G-E)

a love letter to the idea of home or, the happily-ever-after future in which Eddie is a rockstar and Steve is a middle school teacher and they have a bunch of kids and live by the ocean (rockstar eddie + middle school teacher steve)

a love to last past saturday night (3,550 words, rated T for now but will go up in later chapters) | ch 1/? coffee shop au

There’s a little cafe at the end of Steve’s block that he’s only ever been in once.  It’s called Corroded Coffee and it’s dark in there and maybe a little pretentious, but not pretentious as in… people reading classic novels or having discussions about French Cinema. Pretentious in the sense that there’s an intimidating collection of vinyl records taking up half an entire wall and they use single origin arabica beans and the scary baristas look at you sideways if you order regular milk in your latte.

misc. series:

kinktober 2023 (14 works, 39,566 words, rated T-E, stranger things)

a collection of fics written for kinktober 2023 and eddie month 2023 prompts – works can also be found on tumblr under the "kinktober 2023" tag

steddie microfic (16 works, 6,502 words, rated G-E, stranger things)

a collection of microfic written for the monthly steddiemicrofic challenges – works can also be found on tumblr under the "steddiemicrofic" tag

discord drabbles (16 works, 8,479 words, rated G-E, stranger things)

a collection of drabbles/microfics written for daily discord prompts – works can also be found on tumblr under the "discord drabble" tag

steddie holiday drabbles (29 works, 21,715 words, rated T-E, stranger things)