Imagine Comparing Bucky To A Cat. And It Absolutely Offends Him. How Dare You Compare His Metal And Muscle

TYLER HOECHLIN as Glen McReynolds in EVERYBODY WANTS SOME!! (2016)

Happy Birthday Chris! 🩵

Eddie’s zoned out as he prattles off care instructions and wraps up the man’s (very strong) bicep, careful to tug it tight enough as to not hurt him. 

He’s distracted. Has been for the better part of the past hour. 

Steve’s been the ideal client. Perfect, he might even say. 

Hardly nervous at all as he climbed into the chair and made himself comfortable. No flinching at the needle, and he’s been as easy-going as anything. 

His eyes were heavy lidded and fluttery as the needle pressed into his skin, a soft smile gracing his face as he watched his spitfire little girl flip through Eddie’s books for a design she liked. 

“You find anything you like, baby?” He asked.

Eddie took a pause to peek up at the little redhead across the room. Her hair in two little braids, eyebrows furrowed, and tongue poked out in concentration.

“No, I wanted a dinosaur but these are all flowers and stuff,” She pouted.

Eddie huffed a quiet laugh. 

“Tell you what kiddo,” He stole a glance at Steve, blissed out in the chair. “Since your dad has been such a good sport and you’ve been so good, I’ll draw you up a dinosaur when we’re finished okay?”

Max’s eyes lit up and she giggled behind her hands and nodded.

Now that Steve’s tattoo is done, a pumpkin on the inside of his bicep, he sits up and calls her over.

“Come see, pumpkin.”

And Eddie hadn’t asked, but now, as he watches her bounce across the room and gasp at her dad’s tattoo he feels his face split into a smile.

“Daddy it's me!”

Steve laughs and it's so so lovely. He drops a kiss to the top of her head before he stands. 

“It is you, bug.”

Eddie peels off his gloves and puts his hands on his hips.

“Alright miss lady. Let’s draw you a dinosaur. What kind are you thinking? Stegosaurus, pterodactyl?”

She jumps up with her arms bent to her body and roars. 

“I’m a T-Rex!”

Eddie laughs and gets settled at his table. 

“Alright firecracker, let’s draw you a T-Rex.”

*****

After he’s sketched the outline, a little cartoon dinosaur, he runs it through on his temporary tattoo sheet and sets to “prepping” his station.

He sprays down the chair and tugs on more gloves.

He sits on his stool and pats the chair. 

“Come on up Red.”

She squeals and runs over and Steve hoists her up onto the chair.

In the meantime, Eddie rolls over to his mini-fridge in the corner and grabs the cold rag he’s had in the freezer.

He can hear Steve whisper as he tucks a loose hair behind her ear. 

“You excited, huh? My brave girl.” 

And Eddie’s heart melts. 

He rolls back over and puts on his serious face. 

“Okay Max. You’re gonna feel a sting but you’re a tough girl, aren’t ya?”

She furrows her brows and nods. She rolls up her own sleeve. 

“I’m strong!”

He can’t help but smile. 

“You sure are. Look at those muscles!”

He peels off the plastic covering the ink. 

“Where do you want to put it?” He asks.

She pats her upper arm.

“Here. Just like daddy!”

Eddie grins again and Steve is biting back a smile from his spot behind the chair. Eddie sends him a wink and watches the flush bloom across his cheeks.

“You ready, Red?”

Her focus face is back and she nods resolutely.

Eddie lines up the sheet and sticks it to her arm. She turns her head back towards Steve.

“Daddy? Will you hold my hand?”

As if Eddie’s heart wasn’t already a puddle on the floor.

“Here we go, sweetheart,” Eddie says as he presses the cold rag to her skin.

He hisses through his teeth and grimaces like he’s in pain. He holds back a laugh as she puffs out her cheeks and visibly squeezes her dad’s hand.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Steve tells her. 

She lets out a sharp little breath as Eddie shifts and presses the rag back against her skin. 

She looks up towards him and giggles. 

“It’s not that bad. I’m tough like daddy.”

He flops the rag back down on his tray and goes to peel the paper away from her skin.

“Yes you are!” He says as he smiles down at her cute little dinosaur, “Do you like it?”

She looks down at it and squeals. 

“Look daddy! Look!”

Steve hoists her up onto his hip and swings her around, giggles filling the space and Eddie’s heart. 

“I love it, pumpkin! You’re the coolest little girl in the whole world!”

He puts her down and she runs around the chair to where Eddie is peeling off his second set of gloves and bumps right up next to him. He furrows his eyebrows and goes to ask what’s wrong when he’s interrupted.

“Look dad! Just like Eddie!”

And now that he looks at it he sees it. Max’s dinosaur is in the same place as her dad’s tattoo. But it’s in the same place as Eddie’s dragon too.

Not that I don't love Joe Quinn and Eddie but I think Eduardo and Argyle deserve the same hype that they get.

Argyle and Eduardo were an amazing addition to the cast/show and I think they deserve more love and appreciation.

Just Eddie Munson swearing for almost 2 minutes 😌

I loved your blurb on Chris x Reader with ADHD! Can you do one with the reader having bipolar disorder?

You bet-

Chris x partner with Bipolar Disorder:

It’s not an easy decision for you to tell him you have bipolar disorder, but he reacts calmly and acceptingly, easing your nerves.

First and foremost after that, he does a lot of research -- putting effort into understanding manic episodes, depressive episodes, triggers, etc.

He makes you feel comfortable enough where you can discuss with him indications of mood shifts and the coping skills you practice.

If he feels like you’re reluctant to talk to him, he makes sure to remind you he’s always there for you.

“You could never be a burden to me, sweetheart.”

Knowing stress is a common trigger, he respects when you want some time alone to meditate or do yoga, or however you practice relaxation.

Or you have a list of favorite movies that are sure to take your mind off of everything for awhile, and he never says no to a good movie.

He’s more than happy to exercise with you, or take a walk with you when you feel the need to be a little more active.

He surprises you with your favorite flowers, knowing the look and smell appeals to your senses in a way that will lift your mood.

Understanding there are times you feel too depressed to move, or other times you just need to cry, he’s right there to listen or to hold you and stroke your hair. 

He gives you hand and foot massages when you want.

Since eating well helps your mood, one of your favorite things to do together is search for healthy recipes and cook meals together.

He doesn’t push you when you feel like you need to be alone though, sometimes leaving him to meet with family and friends by himself.

“It’s not you, I swear. I just don’t have the energy.”

“Hey, no. I know. I don’t want you to feel bad.”

When you’re having trouble falling asleep, he makes sure he’s not on his phone or laptop in bed.

He runs a bath for you using your favorite scents and playing slow music to help you relax.

You relish how perfectly you seem to fit at his side, head on his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you.

If he wakes up before you, he makes sure not to disturb you, not wanting to mess up your routine.

Sometimes he leaves notes on your nightstand for you to wake up to.

“Good morning, beautiful. I have breakfast for you when you’re ready.”

He makes sure to never claim he knows exactly what you’re experiencing.

“I may not be able to understand exactly how you feel, but I care so much about you and want to support you in any way I can.”

~~~

a/n: I’m absolutely not an expert on bipolar disorder. I just did a lot of reading before writing this. If anything seems off, let me know and I’ll be happy to rewrite or take it out.

That was so cute

Uncle and nephew

How Eddie came to Wayne. This damn near made me cry, y'all.

Wayne hadn’t known what to do when his sister called him crying, her husband had been arrested again, and Eddie was nowhere to be found; at least so she though. Wayne knew she was drunk – probably worse than that – so he came running to her trailer which was just down the road of his own.

He screamed the kid’s name in hopes of finding him somewhere in the park, but to no avail. When he got to his sister’s trailer, she was sitting in the corner, knees tucked into her chest, still frantically crying. Wayne knew what had happened: Her useless husband had probably started some shit and things became physical quickly, leaving her with yet another bruise, another cut, or whatever it was this time. He had seen her in this state one too many times, feeling forlorn as to how to help her.

Wayne had made the decision then and there that if – when – he found Eddie, he would take the kid home with him. His sister and her husband’s presence was no safe environment for a three-year-old, and even though Wayne himself didn’t have much to offer, he would make ends meet.

Before resuming his search for Eddie, he called his sister an ambulance. Although he didn’t have it in him to comfort her, he still cared enough to let her be taken to a hospital to get the treatment she needed, his priority being Eddie.

Wayne found the little boy cowering beneath his parents’ bed, hands pressed against is face, shaken by the sobs that were leaving his mouth.

“Hey buddy”, Wayne whispered to him softly, “it’s okay. You can come out now, daddy’s gone. And mommy’s getting help now, too.”

The boy peaked through his fingers to look at his uncle.

Wayne didn’t have any children of his own, he wasn’t particularly good with them anyway. But somehow, he had always had a soft spot for the curly-haired, brown-eyed boy. He was looking at him, eyes blown in terror.

Wayne reached out his hand. “Come on, let’s make a deal. If you come out from under the bed, I’ll make you pancakes. How’s that sound?”

Eddie’s sobs calm slightly. He crawls towards his uncle. “Promise?” – “Pinky promise.” Wayne smiles as the boy takes his hand.

Eddie didn’t realize until late into his adulthood that that promise wasn’t just about pancakes. It was about his uncle doing anything in his power to keep him safe.

it’s not the end, I’ll see your face again

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