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“Would you date me if I was a girl?”
Eddie's question surprises them both, air between them full of breath-held tension before Buck scoffs, eyebrows furrowing but mouth curling into a toothy smile.
“Dude, I would date you right now,” he answers easily, not really stopping to consider the other options. Then, he volleys back, “Would you date me if I was a girl?
Eddie raises his eyes to Buck’s high, dark ceiling and does actually think about it for a lengthy moment, turning the concept over in his hands like a Rubik's cube. He tries to imagine Buck as a woman, dirty blond curls framing his face, muscular build, same baby blue eyes and the pink birthmark. Not much would change in the end and Eddie already likes all the parts of Buck he knows now.
“Yeah, Buck, I would.”
Buck smiles wider at that, clearly pleased, and buries a yawn in his pillow. His fingers go a little slack as their interconnected hands rest between them, clearly inching further towards sleep. “Maybe you should,” he mumbles.
or: Buck and Eddie sleep together platonically through the years of their friendship, unaware they're falling in love.
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“You want me to jerk off with a fleshlight? Right now?” Buck sounds incredulous, rightfully so, his voice pitching into a mix of panic and curiosity.
“No! I mean–” Eddie takes a deep breath and looks Buck right in the eye, “I wanna be the one to do it.”
“To jerk off? You wanna borrow–”
“I wanna get you off!” Eddie states way too loudly and immediately lowers his voice with alarm, eyes darting to the door. When nothing happens, he turns back to Buck who appears frozen, Eddie's next words sure and steady if not a little stilted. “To make you feel better. Since you're hurting right now. As your best friend.”
or: Eddie finds Buck's fleshlight, things go downhill from there.
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Time feels as slow as dripping molasses, stretchy and malleable, with no rules attached. Eddie doesn't know how long he sits like that for, rubbing his eyes until he sees colorful shapes blooming in the darkness, but it's probably not too long if Buck hasn't started a conversation with him yet. From sound alone, Buck is currently vigorously rifling through their shared wardrobe, while humming a tune, some commercial jingle.
There was no point in splitting up the clothes, since they usually ended up mixed again just a few days later. Eddie doesn't care if the hoodie he is wearing that day is Buck's, or if he sees his favorite socks on Buck's feet. It feels nice to share a home, to offer something of his and be given back the same way. It settles something possessive in Eddie's chest, even if every time he steals something of Buck's Hen raises a trademarked Eyebrow™ at him, pity and exasperation in equal measures.
When Eddie deems enough time has passed for Buck to get dressed, he lets his hands flop to his lap, opens his eyes and- oh. Oh no.
Not only is Buck not dressed, he's not even wearing his towel.
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Maybe he's a little insane about all of it, but he has loved Buck for a long time, so long in fact that he does not remember life before Buck, in the same foggy way one forgets their childhood, vague and present just enough to trigger nostalgia.
He's been a coward for most of his life, running away, always away.
“I love you.” Eddie reasons, somehow braver here in this hellish dreamrealitymemory than in his own life.
This dead-Buck, not-Buck, smiles indulgently, the expression 3 degrees off from what it should be. His eyes are more glassy than before and the breath he takes rattles against his insides when he speaks. “Go back then. Tell him. I'm already dead here.”
Eddie wakes up.
or: dream-buck makes eddie get his shit together.
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Rumor has it that whenever any one of the seven or so gremlins that Steve has magnanimously decided to adopt sleep over at his ridiculously large and empty house, he’ll get up extra early in the morning and pack them all lunches in brown paper bags. He’ll make them breakfast, too, and drop them off at school with a ruffle of their hair, a slap on their shoulder, or a pep-talk, depending on the kid.
Not that Eddie Munson, of all people, would know anything about it.It's October and Steve starts packing Eddie lunches for work. Eddie doesn't know what to do about it.
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- Part 1 of love letters verse
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08 Feb 2026
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Steve blurts, “I want your sperm.”
The words echo off of the bathroom tile and Eddie is as still as a statue. Nobody moves. Steve feels the mortification rising swiftly like water in a well and he wishes that he could drown in it. It doesn't let him, gathering in his chest and his cheeks and making his entire being tremble with its scope and scale.
Eddie’s quiet for probably ten solid seconds, his face utterly blank and impassive as he processes this statement.
Then he shrugs and starts undoing his belt.
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- Part 2 of ⟡ Anon's Omegaverse Works
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02 Feb 2026
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Eddie thinks that he’s probably judged Steve too quickly. He thinks Steve’s probably full of surprises, if the past two years are anything to go by.
And then, of course, Steve just has to prove him right by stepping out of his BMW in a full sailor suit fantasy that not even the most depraved recesses of Eddie’s mind could have cooked up. Jesus. He’s got the little hat and everything. Cute tiny shorts, too, that are regrettably not as short as the ones included in the Hawkins High gym uniform, but still short enough for Eddie to be able to appreciate Steve’s legs. He has nice legs. Good knees. White socks pulled halfway up his calves, for some reason, stark against his golden tan skin. Wispy little hairs that probably go up his thighs. Eddie needs to stop looking at his legs.
“Eddie Munson,” Steve calls as he approaches, his voice all easy and light like they’re actually friends. “Hi.”
Eddie blinks at him.
Because Eddie's life can never be normal, the summer of '85 finds him working a firework stand just outside of Starcourt Mall, catching up on school work, and tutoring Steve Harrington in all things D&D.
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29 Jan 2026
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Steve knows that Eddie is in love with him, he's known for a while. But falling in love back? That takes a little more time.
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12 Jan 2026
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Eddie pitches forward a bit, head falling against Steve’s shoulder. He’s shaking again. “I’m so sorry, Stevie,” he murmurs. “I think I’m in love with you. Worst fuckin’ time, but I think I’m in love with you. How about that.”
It may not hurt to breathe, but it hurts to exist. Steve wishes it was tomorrow. Steve wishes it was tomorrow and Eddie was in the hospital safe and there would be a world of time for everything. “You’re gonna laugh,” he says, even though it’s the furthest thing from funny. “I think I’m in love with you too.”
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What if Dustin had gone with Lucas, Max, and Erica? What if Nancy and Robin had killed Vecna alone? What if Steve had been with Eddie?
What if that had made all the difference?
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11 Jan 2026