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Langdon’s first day back is almost as eventful as Mel’s first day here.
She knows this, because she’s hyper-aware of where he is nearly at all times, ever since she looked up as he walked through the doors and their eyes met. It’s not that she’s worried about him—he’s been preparing for this. He’s done the necessary rehab, and scheduled therapy appointments, and signed all the paperwork needed to return. It’s just that she knows he’s worried. And, well.
They’re friends, she thinks. Or at least she hopes they are. She visited him during his initial treatment, drove him to a couple of NA meetings every now and then, and spent time with him outside of his recovery whenever he felt comfortable enough to allow it. So, they’re friends. She wants his first day back to go well.
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"He, uh. He said I’d end up breaking his heart. That he was… he was my first, but he wouldn’t be my last.”
Eddie furrows his brow. Buck loves him like this—not drunk, not even tipsy, but warm enough from one beer that he lets his bitchiness creep out a bit more, and. Oh.
Oh, he thinks faintly.
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or, one more confession on the couch
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When Eddie was four years old, he made Wayne a card for Father’s Day.
Wayne had been watching the kid for three days straight now—ever since Joey dropped his son on Wayne’s front porch with a backpack stuffed full of clothes and told Wayne he had a good feeling about this new gig over state lines in Greenville then disappeared without a trace. It wasn’t the first time Joey’s passed Eddie off to Wayne without asking. Wayne sure as hell knew it wouldn’t be the last either.
The fact of the matter is Eddie was more used to seeing Wayne’s busted face those days than his actual old man, so it didn’t quite surprise Wayne that Eddie made him a card for Father’s Day. It surprised him that Eddie knew what the day was at all.
Wayne thinks about that first Father’s Day again years after the fact—twenty-five years, give or take, if he’s throwing specifics at it. He thinks about it on his third day in Belmont, staying at Eddie’s new place now that it’s all finished and settled into, and he thinks about it watching over the rim of his coffee cup as little Edwin climbs onto the stool at the kitchen counter and asks, right as Eddie slides him his breakfast, “Dad, is Wayne my grandpa?”
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- Part 2 of old friend
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“I need you to marry me.”
Robin laughs. Hand-to-God starts giggling right in Nancy’s face like Nancy’s just said the funniest joke in the world. But when she realizes Nancy’s not laughing, too, her face falls in shock. “Wait, what?”
“Robin,” Nancy stresses. “They’re going to deport me. Unless I… unless we get married. So, I need you to marry me.”
Robin gapes at her.
“Please,” Nancy tacks on.
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or, the proposal au
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“Buck—?” starts Eddie, confused, but Buck shoulders his way inside with only a muttered apology. Eddie stares after him in surprise.
“Come on in, then.”
“Eddie,” Buck begins to say, but whatever was going to follow it must die in his throat because he looks at Eddie a bit helplessly and doesn’t say anything else.
“Right,” says Eddie slowly. He closes the door. “I’d offer you a beer, but I feel like we just had this conversation.”
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The first thing that happens is that Eddie falls in love with Evan Buckley so completely and so quietly that he doesn’t notice right away. He doesn’t notice until that all-encompassing love has rewritten every cell in his body, to the point that he doesn’t think he can breathe without loving Buck.
The second thing that happens is that lightning strikes.
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“We’re supposed to be out of the life, Cas,” Dean says. “And Sam just brought it home. So, what, now we’re just gonna raise the kid? Hope that we’re better parents than our dads were so he doesn’t grow up wanting to destroy the world?”
“He’ll just be a baby,” Cas murmurs. “Can’t we give this child the benefit of the doubt? A chance, at least, to make his own choices?”
Dean shakes his head. “The whole thing just scares me. I don’t know how to protect you guys. What if something happens to Sam, or to Claire, or to you?”
“Nothing will happen to us,” Cas promises. “Have some faith.”
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- Part 4 of kids are coming home
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“Jesus, Harrington, what the hell happened?”
“Y’should see the other guy,” Steve slurs out, and there’s blood dripping from his mouth too, fucking Christ. He sags into Eddie’s arms without complaint though, only making a sound as he shifts to wrap an arm around Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie moves slowly, pulling them both to their feet. “The other guy being… shit, a fucking alien with tentacles or something—”
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- Part 1 of spiderboy, king of thieves
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“Yeah, but why’s it called Back to the Future?”
Fucking Christ, he can’t catch a break today. Eddie knows that voice.
Run, says the self-preserving side of Eddie’s brain, and he’s relieved for a second to find out that part of him still exists. But the thought is, of course, squashed like a bug under the boot of the much louder horny gremlin side of his brain which is shouting, but the uniform!
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or, the one where eddie finds steve and robin at the water fountain.
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meet me at blue diner, i’ll take anything you want to give me by playedwright
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
10 Oct 2022
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So it goes like this. The three times that Steve Harrington’s life changed for the better include:
First, on July 5th, 1985, in a hospital room in Hawkins when Robin Buckley snuck into his room with an IV pole trailing behind her and crawled into his bed before making him promise that they’d be friends for the rest of their lives.
Second, on October 13th, 1993, sitting in a cold chair in a social worker’s office and watching the door open while holding his breath, on the day that he first met Winnie and knew instantly that this was his son.
And then today, in some dingy bar in Boston when he looks up from the drink he’s nursed for the better part of two hours and learns after eleven years of mourning that Eddie Munson is alive and just as beautiful as he’s ever been.
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or, it's 1997. Eddie Munson finally finds his home.
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- Part 1 of old friend
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“Just when I think shit can’t get any fucking weirder,” Eddie mutters. “Well, shit, Byers. You’re even more badass than I already thought you were.”
Will can’t hide his surprise at that. “Me?”
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"Eddie?" comes a voice from the dark next to him, and it should startle him, maybe, except it's a voice he knows better than his own. A presence he'd find comfort in anywhere.
"Sorry," Eddie murmurs. He scrubs at his eyes and is unsurprised to find wetness on his cheeks. "Just. Nightmare. You know."
Buck props himself up, still-half asleep and rumpled-looking even in the low light. He peers at Eddie curiously. There's a soft downturn to the corner of his mouth that, more often than not these days, Eddie wants to press his thumb against. "You wanna talk about it?"
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Somehow, without Buck noticing or even suspecting, Eddie had been catching all the chipped pieces of himself that tried to fall free and had frantically tried to hold them all back in place. Last night had only been the landslide that had taken him out when he couldn’t hold it back any longer. And now there’s this—the wreckage in Eddie’s bedroom, and two mugs of half-drunken tea on the coffee table, and Buck’s Jeep parked crookedly in the street from his haste to get inside. There’s an eleven-year-old boy down the hall, and the record of a call that lasted the entire twenty minute drive from Buck’s loft to the Diaz house, and matching dried tear tracks on the faces of everyone under this roof. And Buck has no idea how to make any of it better.
(or, the aftermath)
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Eddie doesn’t look like himself—that’s the first thing Buck notices, though it doesn’t make much sense. He’s curled in on himself where he landed on the ground, knees to his chest in a way Buck’s never seen Eddie do before. There’s a tear in the knee of his pants. His knuckles are red and starting to bleed from where he’d knocked them against the table. And, still curled up in his fingers, he’s clutching a baseball bat.
Pieces start to click together in Buck’s head.
“Why were you sleeping on the couch?” he asks, voice quiet.
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It’s been three weeks. But Buck looks up at him with red-rimmed eyes and it feels like no time has passed at all.
“It’s raining,” Eddie says, instead of what are you doing here, because he already knows the answer. “Come inside before you get pneumonia.”
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The universe has a fucked up sense of humor as far as Buck’s concerned. It took it’s sweet time leading him down the road that would eventually root him in Los Angeles with an acceptance letter to the fire academy in his hand, but all of that had been well and fine since it got him here eventually. Buck can roll with the punches better than most, so long as he’s given the opportunity to land on his feet.
It stands to reason that the universe was a lot more straightforward leading him to realize he was—is—in love with Eddie Diaz.
Buck just wishes the universe had been a little more subtle about it.
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or, the one where the universe is screaming at buck and he's refusing to listen
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Inside his cracked chest, his heart is on fire.
Castiel can feel the heat of it licking his fingertips. His throat is full of smoke. Whatever is inside of him is boiling over. It’s odd, he thinks, as it breaks him into pieces and scatters him throughout the air, that he can feel it at all. He’s not meant to feel anything anymore.
He’s meant to be dead.
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There was a moment a long time ago when a decision was made, by creatures holy and divine and nearly clinical in their uncaring, that lead to the creation of two perfect vessels. Made for the purpose of fulfilling a prophecy that they would spend two decades of their lives unaware of. This creation of perfection, this destiny bestowed upon an unsuspecting bloodline, killed the existence of free will in Sam Winchester’s life before he was even born.
Everything since has been out of his control. Even the moments he thought were his own.
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- Part 3 of kids are coming home
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There is this house, and the people who live in it and turn it into a home, and there is this salt of the earth life that somehow Cas has been worthy enough to earn. Every day it teaches him something new.
It could overwhelm him, if he dared let it. This, the irrefutable truth that he is human now and that his days consist of habitual things. Sometimes it does, he thinks, on the days where there’s a pressure that makes his head ache and his eyes hurt. Sometimes it startles him how much everything could have changed in the span of just one ordinary, human year. But those are also the days, it seems, when Claire knows to laugh a little more brightly, or where Sam looks at him with a happy glint in his eye, or where Dean kisses his temple in the exact spot where the pressure is the worst, and Cas forgets about the headaches at all.
It does overwhelm him. But it also liberates him, and that’s a far more powerful feeling.
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- Part 2 of kids are coming home
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“Shut up and listen,” Bobby says. “I ain’t calling about some monster, I’m calling about Castiel.”
Dean freezes in place. “He’s alive?”
“More’n that, Dean. He’s human.”
On instinct, every atom in Dean’s body is on high alert. He starts moving, fingers already reaching for the keys he hangs up on a loose nail next to the door. “Where is he?”
or, in which after lucifer hitches a ride to hell on sam's back, dean makes good on his promise to settle down. so what if it's with cas instead of lisa?
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- Part 1 of kids are coming home