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“On the other side of this,” Eddie whispers. “Maybe we can try it.”
“Hm, okay,” Buck hums, apparently awake, but barely. “What are we tryin’?”
“I know now isn’t the right time. I’m not - - we’re not ready. But this next bit isn’t going to be pretty. It’s going to be hard. And I need you to know, so you have something to hold on to. So that I don’t forget what it feels like. What it felt like. We could - - we could try.”
Or, after the kidnapping, Buck goes through it. Eddie goes through it with him.
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22 Mar 2026
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“There’s no way you want me as much as I want you.”
Eddie scoffs. “Try me.”
“I want to, like, hold onto your ankles and never let go.”
Without missing a beat, Eddie offers: “I want to handcuff myself to you so that you can never go anywhere without me.”
Or, Buck worries about wanting too much. Eddie literally and metaphorically scoffs in his face.
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01 Mar 2026
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"Leave it," Eddie says, his voice pulled taut like a wire about to snap, tight enough to hum.
Buck looks at him, and Eddie’s whole body has gone so rigid he looks carved from stone, but Buck will ruminate on that later. But he can't exactly leave his phone under the seat for the next eight hundred miles, it's got his whole life on it, every stupid photo he's ever taken of Christopher and Eddie and Eddie and Christopher and, embarrassingly, just Eddie, so many just-Eddies, an entire hidden album of candids he'll never admit to because they constitute evidence of something he's been pretending he doesn't feel.
"I can't leave it, it's my phone. It's got— hold on, I think it slid under your seat."
“Buck, don’t.”
It’s as if Eddie doesn’t even know him, because Buck has never once heard the word don’t and responded with anything resembling obedience. So now he’s stretching across the center console with one hand braced on Eddie’s thigh for leverage, the other reaching blindly into the dark gap beneath the driver’s seat, and he’s aware on some level that his positioning is— that he’s essentially— that his head is—
He’s in Eddie’s lap.
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19 Feb 2026
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“I think you could kiss anyone here.”
Buck huffs, somehow pressing in even closer, the hand on Eddie’s shoulder slipping off and grasping his hip. “I think we both know if we both went up to someone wanting to kiss them, they’d pick you every time.”
Eddie closes his eyes, swallowing thickly. Buck’s cologne has mostly faded, but it’s still there, mixed with the smell of sweat and booze and the lingering scent of marijuana from the duo smoking by the entrance when they came in. It’s heady. He sways into Buck’s grip, only just managing to catch himself before he full forces swoons into him.
“They’d be wrong,” he whispers on a slow exhale.
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or, Buck and Eddie ring in the New Year.
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02 Jan 2026
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won't be the same, dear, if you're not here with me by judasofsuburbia
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
15 Dec 2022
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Steve doesn’t want to ask this. He knows this is just a dream (or an upcoming nightmare). Something that’s made to feel real but isn’t. Still, he asks, “Are you actually alive?”
Eddie glances up at him. His big, brown eyes are shimmering with naive, joyful hope. “You tell me, big boy.”
or: five times steve harrington dreams of eddie munson and the one time reality feels like a dream.
inspired by "Blue Christmas" by Elvis Presley
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