i asked y'all to tell me your most re-read fics and once again got tupperware avalanche.gif-ed, so. for your viewing pleasure, please find below the cut in alphabetical order because i will apparently not being doing any actual work at work today the full rec list thus far:
a special privilege for the resurrected by theopteryx
E | 56k | recced by @pennyplainknits
Among the Wildflowers by ParadimeShifts (@paradimeshifts7)
E | 28k | recced by @thefreakandthehair
baby what's your blood type? (is it mine?) by cheatghost
T | 5k | recced by @steddie-island
bear hugs by steddieas_shegoes (@steddieas-shegoes)
E | 41k WIP | recced by @thefreakandthehair
butter, sugar, and northern mockingbirds. by througheden (@thefreakandthehair)
E | 17k | recced by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation
call me sunshine, send me to space by steddieas_shegoes (@steddieas-shegoes)
E | 90k | recced by @mugloversonly
carve your name into my chest by hexiewrites (@hexiewrites)
E | 43k | recced by @thefreakandthehair
Critical Hit by AidaRonan (@aidaronan)
E | 7k | recced by @steddie-island
Cut and Changed and Rearranged by AidaRonan (@aidaronan)
T | 11k | recced by @pennyplainknits
Date me instead by Zhuletta
E | 44k | recced by @thefreakandthehair
Dustin Henderson and the Lovebirds by pukner (@pukner)
G | 10k | recced by @steddie-island
i come back to the place you are by pizzabones
E | 212k | recced by @mugloversonly
i don't know, you figure it out by wynnyfryd
E | 61k WIP | recced by @steddie-island
i've been having a horrible time pulling myself together by deadratz (@munsonkitten)
E | 75k | recced by @thefreakandthehair
Keep it Steady, Eddie by outofmygourd
E | 105k | recced by @mugloversonly
laughing at the broken glass by mustlovesteve (@mustlovesteve)
M | 151k | recced by @bumblebeecuttlefishes
No Fairy Tale Ever Started This Way by ElliottRook
E | 7k | recced by @steddie-island
Pas de Deux by Malikat22 (@malikat24601)
E | 90k | recced by @br0ck-eddie
relax (lay it back) by wynnyfryd and Gorgeousgreymatter (@gorgeousgreymatter-x) and podfic by flintandfuss (@flintandfuss)
E | 12k | recced by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation
Saltwater Prayer by Asgardian_Pirate
E | 54k | recced by @thefreakandthehair
Sanctuary by SpicedSage
E | 47k | recced by @pennyplainknits and @messessentialist
Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I'm Yours) by steddieasitgoes (@steddieasitgoes)
M | 61k | recced by @thefreakandthehair
so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey by pricklywhicket (@messessentialist)
E | 14k | recced by @steddie-island
Someone who cares by Just_my_latest_hyperfixation (@just-my-latest-hyperfixation)
E | 84k | recced by @mugloversonly
start by pulling him out of the fire by pricklywhicket (@messessentialist)
E | 85k | recced by @steddieas-shegoes
The Shire is NOT on Fire by kissesforcas (@kissesforcas)
E | 54k | recced by @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe
Tuesday's Gone With the Wind by thisapplepielife (@thisapplepielife)
E | 184k | recced by @wormdebut
wouldn't it be nice (if we could wake up) by kissesforcas (@kissesforcas)
E | 130k | recced by @pennyplainknits
Your Biggest Fan by LexiRoseWrites (@lexirosewrites)
E | 47k | recced by @mugloversonly
summary - gator has a bad morning and eddie is trying his best to comfort him :] post s5 of fargo
tags - fluff & angst, hurt & comfort, blind gator, soft gator, gator also kinda mean tho, mentions of roy tillman, mentions of dot lyon, eddie is trying his best, eddie is a goofy goober and a big softie
notes - first time writing gator so i hope he is enjoyable to read!! i started this as practice for writing him but idk metaldeputy has really grown on me. two of my like fav characters??? kissing and stuff??? yes.
i also only skimmed over this so if it doesn't sound perfectly proofread that's bc it's not. so sorry team
“Gator.”
A sound escaped the lump beneath the covers, unmoving and adamant about staying in bed. Eddie let out a sigh, poking at what was presumably Gator’s back, earning another disgruntled noise from the other man.
“Fuck off.”
“C’mon, up. You said you wanted to start setting a schedule.”
“I was lyin’,” he replied, voice muffled by the comforter above him. He groaned as Eddie tugged it off of his head, swatting at the air. Eddie leaned back, narrowly missing a hand to the face.
Gator did, in fact, remember asking Eddie to help get him up in the mornings. He’d lost track of time when he was in the hospital, the lack of visibility affecting his body’s ability to regulate his sleep. He never thought he’d miss sunlight so much.
“Asshole,” he hissed, scrubbing a hand over his face, mussing his bandages in the process. “It’s too fuckin’ bright in here.”
“You can’t see.”
“I can see fuckin’ light, smartass.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Even with that wrap over your eyes?” He asked knowingly, hand lingering on the edge of the blanket, holding it up. His other hand came out to readjust his bandages, pulling them back into place.
These sort of black out eye covers were mandatory for Gator right now. They didn’t want his still-healing eyes to be too exposed to any lighting to ensure the smoothest recovery possible.
“Whatever,” he grumbled. “Heard ya open the curtains. Damn early bird. Don’t ya got anything better to do?”
“Than do my job of waking you up?” He asked, batting his eyelashes for the effect. Gator didn’t have to see him to know exactly what he was doing. “Absolutely not, deputy. I’m a committed man.”
“Quit talkin’ like that. Too early for me to wrap my head around yer shit.”
Gator sat up with a grunt, hands planted firmly on the bed at his hips as he took a second to gather the gall to actually get up. Eddie snorted at his annoyance, tugging the covers the rest of the way off, exposing his boyfriend’s legs.
“And you say you’re not cranky in the morning?”
He watched as Gator held his hands out for help getting up, choosing to silently ask with motion rather than words for the sake of his sanity. Him talking meant Eddie talking, and he loved the boy to death, but he really needed him to zip his lips sometimes.
Eddie helped pull him to his feet, a bit unsteady with lingering sleep, parts of his body still aching with numbness from staying curled up for so long. It was difficult to transition to the schedule of a normal day when he’d been stuck in the hospital for so long prior, unable to get up and move, paralyzed with the fear of his freshly stolen sight.
As exasperated as he acted, the humor helped. He’d take the stupid, only really half-funny comments Eddie made over coddling any day. The thought of being babied when he already felt so incapable made him angry in a way that could melt his skin off.
He wasn’t a damn invalid. He could still do things for himself.
With an arm draped over Eddie’s shoulders, he walked with him into their shared kitchen, sized well enough that once he got better at navigating alone he’d be able to find everything relatively quickly. Eddie was more than prepared to help him practice remembering where everything was.
“Feeling food today?”
The edge of Gator’s mouth turned down in a grimace, not too pleased with the idea of trying to choke down breakfast. His silence was all Eddie needed to hear.
“Alrighty. Coffee then. But you have to eat something before noon,” he reminded, giving his waist a squeeze when he made a noise of complaint. “Nuh-uh. None of that. Can’t have you living off coffee and oatmeal raisin cookies, can we?”
“Could. What do I need ta be fit for? My job as a deputy?” He asked, not bothering to add any laughter. It was too early to be faking that he had any sort of energy.
He wasn’t over it. How could he be? Within one day, all of the duties he took pride in were stripped from him. No more job. No more driving. No more independence. He didn’t often dip into how hurt he was from the experience unless he was in some kind of therapy, and even then, he was a tough nut to crack. Talking about his emotions made him feel emasculated, no matter how many times he was told it wasn’t healthy to ‘have that kind of thought process’.
And every day, those words echoed back in his head.
If there was ever a point to you, it’s gone now.
“Gator?”
Gator’s head tilted in the direction of Eddie’s voice, his hair falling over his forehead, still damp from last night’s shower. Had Eddie said something to him?
“Sit down, baby. You’re hovering.”
He ushered Gator forward and towards the kitchen table, watching as the other man held a hand out in front of himself, feeling around in the pitch black before him before his fingertips found the table. His palm smoothed across the surface as he sat down, feeling Eddie’s hands slip away from him.
It felt the same every time. If he wasn’t being spoken to, or guided through touch, there was just emptiness. He was constantly left alone in the dark. The setting didn’t matter. Out in public, in his home during the daytime. He hated that it didn’t take all that much for him to feel so isolated.
Luckily for him, his other senses grew to compensate. He could always smell the essence of Eddie’s scent when he walked by. He could hear him click his tongue when he was concentrating, or picking at his nails when he was nervous. In a way, he was grateful that it was making him pick on the smaller things he’d never really noticed before.
“So…don’t feel too talkative today either?” Eddie asked. He sounded distant now, accompanied by the press of a button and then the whirring sounds of the coffee pot. Gator shifted in his seat, angling himself to be more open in Eddie’s direction.
“Thinkin’.”
“Anything good?”
“Nah.”
Eddie tilted his head, just sort of looking at Gator from his position at the counter. He was used to him being straightforward, even if he wasn’t willing to do a deep dive into his feelings. It never made him feel less bad for what happened. He’d never admit it, but he was still kicking himself for not being able to prevent it, or at least to have interfered in some way.
“You’re far,” Gator said, voice slicing through the silence. Eddie smiled, perking up some and taking a step forward.
“I’m like, five feet away you doof.”
Gator held a hand out, palm down, fingers flexing to beckon his boyfriend.
“Five feet too far.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, knowing very well Gator could probably sense the attitude in the way he took his hand. He pulled himself forward, smoothing a hand over the other’s hair as he felt a warm hand graze his waist.
“Someone’s gotta deliver you your coffee.”
Gator made a sound of acknowledgment as he let his head fall against Eddie’s chest, not necessarily one that showed he cared. He appreciated the enthusiasm but he didn’t have the wit to keep up right now.
“Hey,” Eddie murmured, his fingers carding through Gator’s hair, nails grazing his scalp just the way he liked. Like a salve for the open wound that was his soul right now. “What’s going on?”
It wasn't news to him that Gator was touchy. He knew the man gravitated towards physical touch when it came to love languages (no matter how many times he’d called it a ‘bullshit concept’) but to see him now, after the incident? So unsure of himself but constantly reaching for Eddie regardless. He was desperate for the touch in a way he’d never admit to.
“Not sure what yer askin’,” he answered after a pause, voice half muffled against his Eddie’s band tee.
“Yes you do,” Eddie replied, knowing but not accusatory.
Gator’s shoulders deflated as he exhaled, body sagging before he picked his head up. He tilted it back as if he was looking at Eddie, brows slightly furrowed from where they were poking out of the top of his optical bandages.
“You gonna keep pokin’ at me all day ‘til you hear what you want?”
“Probably,” he admitted. “I thought you’d be happier after getting out of the hospital. Like, jumping-out-of-bed happy. But you hardly want to get up unless I’m asking you to,” he said. “Well, making you.”
Gator’s expression didn’t budge. His thumb rubbed against Eddie’s hip bone, slow and mindless.
He couldn’t argue. It was the truth. But he thought he could avoid the topic for longer than this. Damn his boyfriend and his emotional intelligence.
“I’m worried,” Eddie exhaled, taking on a more serious tone. “I know you hate talkin’ about it but…it’s just me, you know? And you’re safe here. Actually safe.”
“Yer a sap,” Gator grumbled.
“One of us has to be.”
He flinched initially when he felt Eddie’s hand cup his jaw, partly out of not expecting it, partly because he was still wary of anyone getting that close to his eyes. What was left of them, anyway.
“I want to be that excited to be home,” he said after some time, voice unusually soft. The kind of quiet that was only revealed to be present in him after the incident, pulled somewhere from the depths of his being after experiencing such trauma. Like a switch had been flipped.
“I want…that stupid fuckin’ optimism. That everyone’s tellin’ me I should have. But I don’t feel it. I don’t feel free.”
“Free?”
“From Roy. I know I got Dot ‘n her family or whatever, ‘cause somehow she’s got it in ‘er to forgive me,” he continued. “But that man shaped so much of me. It’s like…it’s like he’s got this fuckin’ chain around my neck, ‘n every time I move forward to get better, he yanks me back.”
Eddie’s brows furrowed, his thumb smoothing across the other’s cheek, feeling the abrasiveness of his stubble beneath the pad of his finger. As much time as they’d spent together, pre and post event, he’d never really heard Gator speak about his father. If you could even call him one of those.
“I don’t wanna be him. But how do ya go about unlearnin’ what you been taught for the last twenty-some years of yer life?”
Upon hearing nothing but his own breathing in return, Gator shrank back.
“This is stupid.”
“No no– I’m listening,” Eddie insisted, chasing him back with his hand, finding a comfortable spot on his shoulder rather than his face. “I’m listening, Gates. Just thinking. Keep going.”
“Well don’t think so hard that you go mute on me,” he huffed.
“I won’t. I’m good. Keep going.”
“Gee, I’m glad yer good, princess.”
“Gator.”
“Okay– okay.”
Gator took a deep breath, sitting up as if that would help him gain back any confidence. He wondered how his past self managed to have so much of that all the time, so effortlessly, like it was his default. Where did he go?
“I just…don’t see anything gettin’ better,” he said honestly. It might’ve sounded darker than he intended.
“Can’t be a deputy, which is what I trained for for half my life. Wasted all ‘a that time. Dad thinks I’m a waste of space, he’s in prison. Mom’s dead. Dot’s welcomin’, but hesitant. Which…fair. But it just makes me feel like I’m intruding when I get invites over. Got a dirty record, lost my fuckin’ eyes,” he scoffed. “Lost. My. Fucking. Eyes. How the hell are you comin’ back from that? Right, ya fuckin’ don’t.”
“You’re really not giving yourself enough credit–”
“And at the hospital…” he continued, talking over Eddie. If he stopped now he wouldn’t start again. “They put this wrap over my face,” he said, slightly breathless, his voice wobbling. “It feels…exactly how it did before. When he put it on me, right after. It’s like this constant, grating reminder that I’ll never see again. He stole my fuckin’ eyes, Eds.”
And then he was sniffling, lips downturned as he resisted the urge to cry. It only hurt him to, stinging the scabbing injuries that made up that section of his face. Soaking his bandages and only causing discomfort. That’s if the wetness could even make it out of his disfigured tear ducts.
The sight of him grappling with himself made Eddie’s chest ache, his heart squeezing painfully behind his ribs. His hand squeezed around the knot that was Gator’s shoulder.
He couldn’t give Gator his vision back. But he could build him up, reassure him that he’d never grow into the monster that Roy so badly wanted him to be.
“Do you know just how much you’ve come back from?” He asked, swallowing dryly. “I’ve seen you put up with so much since I’ve met you, Gator. Seen you find ways through it. When has it ever stopped you before?”
Gator drew in a trembling breath, fist curled in the side of Eddie’s shirt, gripping the fabric so hard that his knuckles were being drained of color. His ears were ringing so loudly that Eddie’s words couldn’t penetrate his mind.
“I’ll never fuckin’ see you again.”
The words left him in a sob, his voice so strained and watery that it sounded like it had physically hurt to say. Like it was the only thing he really cared about through it all.
Eddie’s hands came up to cup Gator’s face, smoothing his thumbs across his cheeks. His face was twisted into a painful expression of its own.
“You don’t need to, sweetheart,” he whispered back, tone heartfelt but tight, like he was trying to hold it together for his partner. “You can hear me. Feel me. Sense me. You still see me in those ways.”
Gator’s teeth scraped back over his bottom lip, jaw set since otherwise he’d be shaking uncontrollably. With his other senses gaining sensitivity, Eddie’s hands against his skin now felt more prominent, always leaving a chill in their wake.
“What if I forget what you look like?”
“You won’t,” he replied, sounding too sure for a man that hadn’t been at all prepared to comfort Gator like this. Regardless, he was glad he was finally talking about it.
“Even if it starts to get fuzzy, I can always paint you a picture,” he said, combing a hand through Gator’s hair, watching him lean into it. “Tell you what my hair’s doing that day. What I’m wearing, even if you’d hate it. Maybe surprise you some days with the lack of what I’ve got on,” he joked quietly, grinning as the other’s lip twitched up in a reluctant smile. “Any detail you can think of that you wanna hear about. I’ll find a way to describe it.”
“Be your in-real-time translator whenever you want, baby. Wherever.”
Gator nodded a little, the hand that had been gripping Eddie’s shirt traveling up in the air, open but expecting. Eddie carefully wrapped his fingers around his wrist, guiding his hand to his face slowly, allowing him to place it where he wished.
He moved slowly, fingers gliding curiously along the side of Eddie’s face, following the curve of his cheekbone before dipping below to his jaw, muttering something about how Eddie needed to shave which earned a laugh from the latter. He was careful not to make any sudden movements, more than happy and willing to let Gator explore.
Or not explore, per se, as none of it was new territory for him. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked to touch Eddie like this either– he’d done so countless times in the hospital, constantly needing the reassurance of his boyfriend’s presence to keep him from losing his mind. And now that just seeing him there wouldn’t work, he had to make up for it with his hands, letting them become his new eyes.
It wasn’t limited to touch either. Being confined to the dark now, as he was, he grasped at anything that would keep him afloat. Scent meant a lot to him too. He had compared it to torture then– having to sit in a sterile hospital room all day and night that smelled of nothing but alcohol and latex. He’d practically beg Eddie to bring him various articles of his clothing, to wear and just have around, maybe occasionally using one of his hoodies for a blanket.
Anything to remind him that there was still life outside of that facility, and more importantly, that his wasn’t over.
Gator began to calm down with the balm that was touching his boyfriend’s face, sometimes pausing to feel over a particular ridge or dip, like he wanted to really commit it to memory.
Eddie’s mouth opened just a little as Gator’s thumb swiped across his lower lip, breaths warm and damp against the pad of his finger. There was enough of a pause to make him suspicious.
“...If you lick me I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”
“I thought you liked getting licked by me?”
Gator groaned as Eddie laughed, tilting his head away, hand faltering.
“Nonono– I’m sorry, come back,” he urged, quickly grabbing the other’s hand and putting it back on his cheek where it had been. “I won’t, scout’s honor.”
“Nah, heart’s not in it anymore. You ruined the moment.”
“I ruined it? You were the one accusing me of heinous acts before they were even done. I am innocent.”
Gator snorted, pinching Eddie’s cheek lightly before letting his hand fall away again. He stifled a yawn as he twisted in his seat, his other arm coming up to rest on the table.
“Yeah yeah. Can ya grab that coffee now? Probably gettin’ colder by the second.”
“I can. But you owe me.”
“Owe ya what, dipshit?”
“Kiss tax,” Eddie replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“If yer taxin’ me like this I better get a cookie too.”
“By God, you are such a nag, Gator Tillman.”
Eddie leaned down to accept his kiss gracefully, smacking his lips off Gator’s much louder than necessary before pulling away to prepare them both their respective cups of coffee. And get his boyfriend a cookie.
“Yer like a dog, all that damn spit when you kiss me,” Gator complained, the back of his fist rising to wipe at his lips. He was really playing his dislike up to compensate for his earlier vulnerability.
“Aw c’mon, don’t wipe the kiss off!” Eddie whined back, glancing over his shoulder just in time to see Gator swipe at his mouth. “If you do that the tax doesn't count. I’ll have to do it again.”
“Can you do it after I’ve had coffee in me and feel a little bit less like a zombie?”
“Fine. You did it to yourself, ya know.”
Gator moved his arm further back on the table when he heard Eddie pad back over, making space for their mugs. He heard the smallest of thuds on the table right before him, his hand immediately feeling around for where the item was.
“Right here,” Eddie said softly, tapping on the table right next to where he had placed the cookie so courteously on a paper towel. Gator found it instantly with the help, picking it up and bringing it to his mouth. He knew it was an oatmeal raisin cookie just from the feel of it, the scent warm and inviting.
“It’s warm,” he said around the bite he’d taken, chewing slowly. Confusion flickered across his face. “Didn’t Dot drop these off like three days ago?”
“She brought a new batch this morning. Dropped by after she took Scotty to school.”
The motion of his chewing stopped, face falling slightly. “This morning? You didn’t wake me?”
“I tried, babe,” Eddie laughed. “When I finally got you up today it was like, my fifth attempt.”
literally thank god sex isnt real and was just invented by big fiction to emphasize greater social and psychological themes i was getting scared id have to do all that
