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inairbinad · 9 months

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the night belongs to you

Steve Harrington x vampire!Eddie Munson Explicit | PWP | Read on AO3 cw: blood drinking, choking, unprotected sex, off-screen negotiated kink (everyone is safe and very happy)

Most of the time Eddie probably wouldn’t have considered being painfully turned on from Steve’s mere presence as a problem at all. But tonight was supposed to be a relaxing night on the couch with his boyfriend, and there Eddie sat, about as worked up as he’d ever been. Everywhere Steve’s body brushed up against his felt like fire, and every move he made left Eddie thinking about sucking on Steve’s tongue or his fingers or—

Tied to Steve's Got a Date with a Vampire! but can be read on its own. Honestly I think we're safer if this all goes under the cut. NSFW.

Eddie had a problem—and a growing one at that. In his pants.

Most of the time he probably wouldn’t have considered being painfully hard from Steve’s mere presence as a problem at all. But tonight was supposed to be a relaxing night on the couch with his boyfriend, and there Eddie sat, about as worked up as he’d ever been. Everywhere Steve’s body brushed up against his felt like fire, and every move he made left Eddie thinking about sucking on Steve’s tongue or his fingers or—

“God, that’s gross,” Steve commented on a particularly gory scene in the movie they were watching before curling further into Eddie’s side. Eddie sucked a deep breath in through his nose, more out of habit than real need anymore, and willed his body to calm down.

There were perks to being a vampire, Eddie had to admit. The super-strength and the heightened senses were awesome. Never having to wonder about what to cook for dinner was kind of a relief, too, if he ignored the ethical questions about actually acquiring the only thing he could eat now.

Really there was one thing in particular, though, that was both a blessing and a curse—the absolutely insatiable libido.

In retrospect, Eddie probably should’ve realized going over twenty-four hours without getting to fuck or be fucked by Steve would have precluded him from being able to sit through a movie. Especially one that activated his newfound bloodlust.

Eddie had always liked Friday the 13th, but not quite like this. He had to keep shifting in his seat, trying to adjust himself without disturbing Steve too much, every time a spray of blood got any prominent screen time. Which was frequent.

Eventually Steve noticed—or stopped pretending not to notice—and reached over to palm Eddie’s cock through his jeans. Steve’s eyes never left the screen, but Eddie could see the sparkle of satisfaction in them when Eddie gasped at the contact.

“Stevie,” Eddie bit out, willing his hips not to push up into Steve’s hand. “What’re you doing?”

“Just seein’ something,” Steve shrugged, then squeezed.

Eddie hissed and tried to wriggle away from Steve’s hand, which had quickly switched to teasing, featherlight touches. “Dick!”

“It sure is,” Steve grinned, and in an instant he was moving to straddle Eddie and undo his zipper. Eddie groaned at the joke as much as he did at finally having Steve's deft hands all over him.

“You’re such a cornball,” Eddie pointed out in more of a whine than anything. Steve didn’t seem concerned at the critique, as he leaned down and teased his lips against Eddie’s without actually kissing him.

“You love it,” Steve whispered.

“Maybe,” Eddie admitted, keeping the more obvious reply sewn up tight behind his lips. But the dark desire in Steve’s eyes locked onto his, and Eddie felt caught out all the same.

Steve didn’t force the issue, didn’t try to tease the words out of Eddie or say them himself. Instead Steve closed the distance between them, his lips on Eddie’s in a torrent of devouring, hungry kisses. He skillfully sucked and nipped and then traced along Eddie’s lips with his tongue, before finally letting out a triumphant little moan when Eddie opened up and let him lick inside.

Steve’s tongue was one of Eddie’s favorite things about him, whether it was spouting off some clever and bitchy remark or if it was moving in a delicious swirl around Eddie’s own, like now. Eddie couldn’t help but grip tightly onto Steve’s hips and grind up into them, drawing a gasping breath out of him that Eddie swallowed down with greed.

Warring urges in his heart battled for control of the rest of Eddie’s body—between the burning desire to start taking Steve’s clothes off and to keep sucking on his tongue. Eventually, Steve made the decision for him as he pulled away just far enough to peel his shirt off.

Eddie traced his fingers along the planes of Steve’s chest, riding the waves of each shuddering breath with a devout kind of affection that threatened to swallow him whole. He wanted to memorize every mole, every scar, every goosebump that pebbled up beneath his touch. The tan flush of Steve’s skin contrasted so starkly against Eddie’s pale hands, the silver glint of his rings, it was hard to fathom that they fit together so well.

But they did. Eddie couldn’t figure how or why, but Steve fit him better than anyone he’d ever met. With ease he slotted right into Eddie’s hands, his lap, and in that moment—with Steve staring down at him with all the heat and longing Eddie had ever seen in his eyes—Eddie couldn’t deny how neatly Steve also fit into his heart.

Eddie rolled one of Steve’s nipples between his fingertips and Steve arched into the contact, grinding his hips down and sighing as he did. He was always so sensitive, responsive in a way that drove Eddie wild.

“Been a while since you bit me,” Steve pointed out in a low rumble. Eddie’s gaze flicked to his, only to find Steve already staring him down like he was the hungry one. “Miss your teeth in me.”

Eddie’s stomach swooped at the admission, a feeling so distinctly human that he wondered if Steve had the power to bring him back to life. Eddie pressed his thumb into the hollow of Steve’s throat until he could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat. Steve leaned into his touch and smiled, slow and languid and heated through.

“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” Eddie asked.

Steve just bit his lip and nodded, but Eddie knew he was biting back a ‘please.’ Eddie also knew he could draw the word out of Steve anyway, if he had to.

“You want me to mark you up again?” Eddie hummed. Another nod. He leaned in and prodded his tongue against one of the almost-healed bruises on Steve’s chest from the last time. Steve pressed into it with a breathy moan, and Eddie smiled. “You wanna feed me again, fill me up with your blood?”

“Please,” Steve all but whispered, and Eddie didn’t bother to conceal the way it made him growl.

“What was that?” Eddie asked, just to be a shit. He delicately moved his lips against the curve of Steve’s neck for the added effect.

“Please,” Steve begged this time. He threaded his hands into Eddie’s hair and pulled him in, until Eddie’s face was buried in the crook of his neck. Eddie obliged enough to pop his fangs out and drag them against Steve’s soft, hot skin, which only made Steve shiver and moan again.

Then Eddie sunk his teeth in, deep, just the way Steve had burrowed into his heart.

A hot gush of metallic sweet hit Eddie’s tongue, thick and flowing with the excitement pulsing through Steve’s body. Eddie drank deeply, sucking a shuddering groan straight out of Steve as he rutted down into his lap. Eddie moved to hold Steve’s hips still, keeping him straining against his grip and grappling for a tighter hold in his hair.

“Eds,” Steve gasped, and Eddie could taste exactly how turned on he was already.

If this was going to be one of those nights, though, Eddie knew he’d have to pace himself. He pulled back, gently lapping up the trickles of blood that had escaped him down the side of Steve’s neck.

Then he leaned back and licked the mess from his lips so Steve could watch.

Steve’s eyes never strayed from Eddie’s bloodstained lips as he reached out and touched them with a trembling hand. Eddie quickly darted his tongue out and drew Steve's fingers into his mouth, thrilled at the way Steve’s eyes flared as he sucked them clean.

Sometimes Eddie swore he could feel the ghost of a heartbeat in his chest with Steve’s blood in his veins.

The thought surged him forward, up and off the couch with Steve still in his arms. He wrapped his legs around Eddie’s waist on instinct, and Eddie squeezed Steve’s hips in as tight a hold as he dared. Steve crashed his lips back into Eddie’s, rough and wet and like he was desperate to taste himself. Eddie groaned into the kiss, trying to maneuver them both towards his bedroom by feel alone.

Somewhere along the way Steve bit down on Eddie’s lip, hard enough to pierce even Eddie’s skin. Trying not to trip over his feet and the shock of arousal that surged through him, with a strangled moan, Eddie shoved Steve up against the wall in the narrow hallway just outside his bedroom door.

“Back to biting already?” he breathed, finally pulling back to see Steve’s face again.

“Always, baby,” Steve smirked, a mix of their blood now staining his teeth like a filthy dream.

The whimper that Steve let out when Eddie bit down on his shoulder next was nothing short of divine. Eddie wasn’t hungry for blood so much as he was for every bit of pleasure he could draw out of Steve, to bite and scratch and mark him up until no one could deny that they belonged to each other.

He still couldn’t deny how mouthwatering every drop Steve allowed him to drink was.

Eddie peeled back so he could watch the blood escape from the bite and drip down the plane of Steve’s chest. Then he chased after it with his tongue, drinking in the taste of blood and sweat until his lips wrapped around the pert shape of Steve’s nipple. He sucked and nipped whatever praise he could with his mouth, then rolled Steve’s other nipple between two fingers. Steve keened and arched into it, and Eddie couldn’t hold back a pleased groan. He shifted just enough to bite the swell of Steve’s pec, feeling the muscle tense beneath his lips and leaving the perfect imprint of teeth in Steve’s skin.

“Fuck,” Steve whined, a sound so needy and perfect that Eddie could barely stay standing. He twisted his fingers with just the barest amount of pressure around Steve’s nipple, and drew another breathless moan out of him.

“Stevie,” Eddie murmured, before starting to work his way back up Steve’s chest and neck in a trail of open-mouthed, wet kisses.

“Hmm?” was all Steve managed. Eddie smiled against his neck, then moved to watch Steve’s face as he spoke.

“Want you to fuck me tonight,” Eddie admitted. He didn’t go so far to say he’d been thinking about little else all day, but he had a sneaking suspicion that Steve already knew.

Steve’s eyes snapped to Eddie’s and a smirk slowly worked its way across his perfect, swollen lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, trying to sound casual as he returned to pressing soft kisses along Steve’s jaw—matching every hurt with comfort.

Again, Steve pulled him back by the hair and held his gaze. He didn’t say anything, just bit his lip and stared expectantly, like he knew Eddie would say exactly what he wanted to hear.

He was right.

“Been thinking about it all day,” Eddie murmured his confession. Steve arched his eyebrow in interest, waiting for more. “I miss your cock inside me so bad, sweetheart. Need you to fuck me.”

“Well if you need it,” Steve hummed, looking entirely pleased with himself. Then he unhooked his ankles from around Eddie’s hips and lowered his feet to the floor, dragging their bodies against each other in a slow press the whole way down. He laced his fingers through Eddie’s and started pulling him into the bedroom with a sly grin. “C’mon, baby.”

Eddie scrambled to follow, any finesse his new body provided be damned. He dropped Steve’s hand and took his own shirt off in a split second, only for Steve to stop him when his hands moved to strip out of his jeans next.

“What’s the rush?” Steve asked, shooing Eddie’s hands away so he could get his fingers around Eddie’s zipper instead.

“The rush?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow before pointedly looking down. “The rush is the raging hard on that I’ve had since the moment you got here, and now you’re teasing me.”

Steve smirked again, like nothing made him more proud than to get Eddie riled up to the point of bitchiness. Eddie pressed his hips forward, brushing his erection into Steve’s knuckles to illustrate his point. Steve laughed lowly, a rich, sweet sound that left Eddie’s cock twitching for a release from the denim of his jeans.

“Please,” Eddie whispered, leaning forward to suck Steve’s bottom lip into his mouth. He kissed Steve sweetly, hoping to soften his resolve to move things at a crawl.

Steve moved his hands to Eddie’s hips as he slipped his tongue back into Eddie’s mouth, slowly maneuvering them both towards the bed with a practiced grace that left Eddie feeling dizzy with want.

Eddie went where Steve moved them blindly, until the backs of his knees hit the mattress and he toppled down onto it. The loss of Steve’s mouth on his own was regrettable, but the way Steve looked down at him before moving to undo Eddie’s jeans was worth it. He pulled Eddie’s pants and boxers down at once, not bothering to look where he tossed them aside.

Instead Steve kept his eyes pinned on Eddie’s swollen, leaking cock. Then he licked his lips, which just drew another dribble of precum from the tip as Eddie suppressed a shiver.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” Steve murmured. He teased his fingers through the trail of hair on Eddie’s stomach, never dipping quite low enough. “All soaked and ready for me.”

“Steve,” Eddie said, voice pleading. He wasn’t even sure what for anymore, he just needed.

“Turn over,” Steve instructed. Eddie only waited long enough to watch him going for the lube in his nightstand before he did just that, settling on all fours on his half-made bed. He caught Steve’s satisfied, ravenous smile as he moved back behind Eddie with the bottle, taking in the way Eddie had put himself on display.

All for Steve.

Eddie grabbed onto the cool sheets in two tight fists to the point where they nearly ripped, trying to ground himself long enough to enjoy this. He took a deep breath in, but stopped short when he heard the slide of Steve’s zipper coming undone. Eddie turned to look over his shoulder, and Steve sucked his teeth.

“Eyes forward, Munson,” he said, letting out a low chuckle when Eddie gripped the sheets tighter. “Should make you beg like you do to me,” Steve practically purred, tracing a single finger along the curve of Eddie’s ass as he did.

“I can definitely beg, Harrington, real easy,” Eddie whined in an effort not to push back into Steve’s touch.

“You want me that bad?”

“All the fuckin’ time, sweetheart,” Eddie choked out. “I never stop wanting you.”

“Just me?” Steve asked, fingers teasing closer to where Eddie needed him most.

“Only ever want you, Stevie,” Eddie said, veering dangerously close to a cliff he wasn’t sure he was ready to plunge from yet. No sooner than the words were out of his mouth, Eddie felt the cold slide of lube against his skin, before Steve spread it against his hole with able fingers. This time Eddie did push back with a gasp, generating just a little bit of desperately needed friction along the tight ring of muscle that sent sparks licking up his spine.

“So gorgeous, spread out and waiting for me,” Steve hummed, and then his touch was gone again as soon as it had come. Eddie felt the loss deep in his gut.

“Fuck, Stevie. Please?” Eddie’s voice cracked with need, and the way Steve rewarded him for it was both agonizing and exquisite. He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, pressing flat up against Eddie’s rim and teasing.

Until he wasn’t in the mood to tease anymore.

Steve fucked into him in one hot thrust, letting out a string of deliciously needy noises as he stretched Eddie open with nothing but the veiny girth of his cock. The sting of it left Eddie seeing stars, crying out and pushing back for more until Steve bottomed out. Eddie didn’t know if it was a vampire thing, or just a Steve thing, but he relished every little hurt like his body was made for it. Made to ache and yearn and split itself wide open for Steve and Steve alone, then knit itself right back together with a little bit more of him inside every time.

Steve took a minute to stay there, the flat of his palm resting on Eddie’s hip and searing against his skin. How full Eddie felt was sublime, but he needed more. He needed Steve to move, to fuck him into the mattress until he couldn’t remember his own name.

“More, Stevie,” Eddie rasped, both delighting in and cursing the way Steve’s strong hands held his hips in a vice grip to keep him still. “Please, need you to move.”

Steve didn’t do more than hiss as he pulled back in a slow crawl that left Eddie feeling everything and yet not enough. Then Steve thrust back in, quick and with enough force to send a shockwave right from Eddie’s prostate and leaking straight out of his cock.

Again, and again, and again, Steve repeated the motion, too slow and too fast until Eddie couldn’t do anything but whimper with each snap of Steve’s hips. Each time Steve’s balls brushed against his taint, every time the tip of his cock just barely brushed Eddie’s prostate, it left a half-wound coil of pure want reeling in Eddie’s gut.

A pathetic, keening sound escaped from deep in his throat as Steve leaned forward to kiss Eddie’s shoulder, shifting the angle and stretching him further. Eddie thought he’d finally pick up the pace, but then Steve pulled out all the way, and Eddie nearly cried.

“Steve—” Eddie protested, somehow managing not to toss a ‘what in the everloving fuck?’ over his shoulder when he couldn’t even feel Steve’s presence at his back anymore. But then Steve rounded the bed, his cock gleaming and slick from the lube and his own precum, stiff and proudly on display after having just been so firmly inside Eddie’s ass. Eddie twisted his fingers further into his sheets and bit back a moan just at the sight of him.

Steve grabbed a pillow, then leaned down and grasped Eddie by the chin to kiss him sloppily. Steve was just as breathless as Eddie, and yet somehow seemed so much more in control of himself than Eddie felt.

“Here,” Steve murmured against Eddie’s lips, before moving to place the pillow beneath Eddie’s hips on the bed. “Lay down, baby. I wanna go deeper.”

Eddie thought his brain might’ve malfunctioned, he was so completely enamored with that idea. All he managed to do was let out a small grunt of acknowledgement as he laid with his chest flat on the mattress. The pillow under his hips gave some much needed contact to help alleviate the ache in his cock, and also left his ass even more exposed, propped up for the taking. He felt the bed dip as Steve settled in behind him again, knees on either side of Eddie’s thighs and his dick brushing up against the curve of Eddie’s ass.

Eddie clenched in anticipation.

“God, look at you,” Steve said, his voice straining around the words. He palmed Eddie’s ass and spread his cheeks apart with a low hiss. “Fuckin’ gaping and begging me to fill you up again, aren’t you?”

“Fuck yes, Stevie,” Eddie said, rutting down into the pillow as he did. Steve moved to hold his hips still, and Eddie couldn’t help but start babbling. “I’m beg— beggin’, I swear, baby, please—”

His plea was cut off by his own choked back sob as Steve slowly started to push inside again, sinking deeper and deeper as he lowered his body weight onto Eddie’s. The further he buried himself inside, the more places their skin made contact—and the more Eddie’s whole body crackled with electricity as he stretched to take all of Steve’s cock deeper than he ever had before. Eventually Steve bottomed out again, hips flush against Eddie’s ass, and Eddie didn’t know where Steve stopped and he began.

Steve rested on his forearm on one side, then threaded his fingers through Eddie’s on the other, squeezing tight and gasping when Eddie clenched around him again.

Then he finally started to fuck Eddie like he meant it.

Eddie’s senses were overwhelmed in an instant—the wet slap of every hard thrust, the way Steve’s sweat-slicked palm folded around the back of his hand, every moan and cry elicited out of Steve that Eddie felt right up against his ear or neck or shoulders. It was all so intimate and fucking intoxicating that it was all Eddie could do not to come apart with each slide of Steve’s cock inside of him, each thrust that pressed his own cock down into the pillow beneath him.

“God…damn you feel good, Eds,” Steve praised. Eddie could tell from the way Steve said it in half a growl that his teeth were clenched, and he ground down into the pillow again from the sound alone.

Steve grunted reproachfully at that, still wanting Eddie to keep still and take him, deep and hard and fast. Steve let go of his hand, then pushed it into Eddie’s hair instead and pulled. Eddie whimpered and leaned back into it, pushing up onto his hands so he could twist enough to kiss Steve in a messy clash of tongues and teeth. He still tasted like blood, and Eddie did his best to suck the sweetness of it right off of Steve’s tongue, desperate for the way that Steve’s blood helped him find a better high than any he’d ever found as a human.

Then, without even realizing the words were coming out of his mouth, Eddie said, “Choke me, Stevie.”

Steve let out a strangled moan that almost sounded like a laugh, before locking on Eddie’s eyes and double-checking. They’d done it before, but Steve was nothing if not a gentleman. Or, at least one who was willing to get rough if only Eddie asked nicely enough. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” Eddie nodded, relishing the way the movement tugged against Steve’s grip on his hair. Then that hold released, and Steve wrapped his hand around Eddie’s throat and gave a questioning sort of squeeze. Eddie didn’t hesitate to beg some more. “Please, sweetheart.”

“Shit, baby,” Steve keened, then squeezed harder, fingertips deliciously digging into Eddie’s heated flesh. It didn’t quite have the breathless thrill Eddie might’ve once sought—considering he didn’t exactly need to breathe anymore—but the pressure of Steve’s strong fingers around his throat still left Eddie panting, literally choking for more as it triggered something primal deep in his gut.

Steve picked up his pace to something more punishing, rougher now that he had his hand wrapped around Eddie’s neck. He rested his other hand on the small of Eddie’s back, giving him more leverage as he pounded into Eddie, over and over.

The pace, the burn, the full force of it was delicious. Eddie couldn’t get enough, chasing a bliss now that felt like an imminent wave cresting towards the shore. Eddie thrust down into the pillow again, and Steve didn’t stop him this time. Eddie found a rhythm of rocking forward when Steve pulled back, then pushing back into it as Steve would thrust in again.

Then he felt something hot and wet hit the dip of his lower back, a steady drip, drip, drip on each snap of Steve’s hips. Eddie turned to see, feeling the drag of Steve’s fingers around the column of his throat as he did. He let out an obscene growl when he realized one of the bites on Steve’s chest was bleeding again, dripping onto Eddie’s back with each back-bending thrust Steve pumped into him.

Steve followed Eddie’s gaze to the shallow stream of blood on his skin and smirked. “You like it nice and bloody, don’t you, Eds? Like it when it hurts a little?”

“Mmm,” Eddie hummed in agreement. Steve gave his throat another tight squeeze.

“What was that?” Steve asked in a slightly mocking tone, throwing Eddie’s own words right back at him. Eddie thought it might drive him feral.

“Shit—yes, Stevie,” Eddie rasped out. “Love it so much, love your cock and your hands and, fuck—love your blood.”

Steve’s hold on his throat tightened again at the words, and they came out at a near wheeze. Then he released his grip around Eddie’s throat, and held his wrist up for the taking. “Take it, then.”

It was too much, too tempting to deny. Eddie latched onto Steve’s wrist with greedy teeth and sucked, reveling in the feel of Steve’s heart thudding against his tongue.

“Fuck, Eds, I’m—” Steve cut himself off with a whine, the pace of his thrusts faltering for the first time. Eddie groaned against his wrist but kept drinking, marveling at the way he could taste Steve’s orgasm flooding his veins before it came. It was consuming, the feel of Steve about to come undone—Eddie could hear his heartbeat kick into a higher gear just as easily as he could taste it, could smell the way Steve’s sweat and precum morphed into something deeper, more urgent.

Then, somehow, Steve rallied just enough to let some more filth flow out of that pretty mouth of his and set Eddie’s whole body alight.

“You like the way I give you everything, don’t you, baby?” he purred in Eddie’s ear, close enough that his breath ghosted against the curve of Eddie’s neck. “My blood and my cum and my whole fuckin’ heart—”

Steve came with a cry, spilling his load in a warm, wet rush deep inside of Eddie. Steve didn’t stop right away, fucking his cum into Eddie’s hole one stilted and shaking thrust at a time. Every sound he made was so goddamn beautiful, and Eddie was already so full, so fucking ready to explode—his balls tightened and the knot deep in his belly tensed to rupture. With one more press of his cock into his pillow he followed Steve in an instant, a burst of red exploding behind his eyelids as he finally released Steve’s arm from between his teeth with a scream.

Eddie rode the wave of his orgasm, still fucking into his pillow with Steve buried deep inside of him until all he could do was feel everything—hear his own cries of ecstasy and taste the blood on his lips and smell the mess of cum stained sheets beneath him.

Eddie didn’t know how long it took him to come back to earth, how long Steve stayed inside of him as his cock finally softened while Eddie could feel the cum leaking out of him. He wasn’t sure when exactly Steve pulled out and rolled Eddie onto his back before peppering his face and neck with kisses as he wiped him clean.

Distantly, Eddie thought maybe he should be taking care of Steve after drinking so much from him. But he was so completely boneless that he could only watch as Steve took a warm cloth to his skin with the gentlest of touches, murmuring how well Eddie’d done for him, how perfect he’d felt.

Eddie could barely figure how he’d gotten so lucky as he basked in the praise.

Eventually remembering his manners, Eddie twisted his upper body in a long reach towards his bedside table. He’d taken to keeping a stash of protein bars in there for Steve for nights like this in particular, where he was more than generous in letting Eddie feed. There was also a constant supply of sports drinks in the fridge now, which Wayne only ever raised a knowing eyebrow about without saying anything more. Eddie was eternally grateful for that much.

“I’ve got it,” Steve grabbed Eddie’s reaching hand, planted a kiss on his palm, then laid it back over Eddie’s chest. “You rest.”

“I just drank half your blood, Stevie,” Eddie huffed, maybe being a tad dramatic. Steve didn’t seem to mind, given the fond smile on his face. “I should be taking care of you.”

“And I just railed you into the mattress, Eds. You deserve to recover.” Steve countered. Eddie heard the crinkle of a wrapper, then got to watch Steve take a bite of the bar and swallow. “I’m all good, see?”

“You have a very big opinion of yourself,” Eddie muttered, delighting in the huff of laughter it drew out of his boyfriend. Steve pointedly looked at the mess on the sheets before moving his eyes back to Eddie’s face.

“Just calling it like I see it,” he said, then moved over to the closet for a fresh set of sheets. Eddie knew the look on his face was probably dopey as shit as he watched, but he couldn’t be bothered with getting embarrassed over it—not with such a spectacular view to admire. Steve was never so beautiful as he was like this, stark naked with his skin littered with nearly as many bite marks as he had moles. He made his way back to the bed and brushed Eddie’s mussed curls from his forehead with touch soft enough to make Eddie melt all over again.

“You need a minute?” he asked, voice like velvet. Eddie wanted to live in the sound in a way he’d only ever experienced with music before. He shook his head, leaning into the way his whole body was singing from a good feeding and a better fucking, and used that energy to pull himself up off the bed. He helped Steve strip it and remake it in a domestic little dance that left Eddie’s chest aching for a heartbeat again, if only so it could flutter in that moment.

The desire only intensified when he and Steve crawled back into bed together, laying face to face in a tangle of satiated and loose limbs. They were so close that Eddie could see the red in his own eyes reflected in the warm brown of Steve’s.

Eddie thumbed along the ridge of the bite on Steve’s shoulder, still amazed at the way he could smell the pooled blood changing as it turned a pretty shade of purple beneath the surface of Steve’s skin. Steve hummed at the pressure, a contented sort of sound that made Eddie’s cock twitch again in interest.

“We didn’t finish the movie,” Eddie pointed out, remembering what they’d been doing before for the first time.

“We can tomorrow,” Steve said with a sleepy smile. “If you can get through it without getting hard again, anyway.”

“Big ask,” Eddie scoffed, smiling at the way Steve’s chest inflated with a laugh beneath his hands.

“I know, baby,” Steve cooed, entirely teasing. “But if you’re good, maybe I’ll blow you next time instead.”

“Stevie,” Eddie whined, already imagining all the wonderful things Steve’s mouth could do. “You keep talking like that we’re gonna need to go again now.”

“Let me nap first,” Steve yawned. “We don’t all have that vampire stamina like you.”

“You do okay, sweetheart,” Eddie said, already burrowing further into the curve of Steve’s shoulder. Steve moved a hand into the hair at the nape of Eddie’s neck, playing with the wispy curls there and leaving a trail of shivers in the wake of his fingertips.

Eddie sighed happily at the touch, admittedly a little sleepy himself. He settled into the fold of Steve’s arms, letting the strong and steady beat of his heart carry Eddie off to sleep like a lullaby.

Thank you for reading! If you haven't read Steve's Got a Date with a Vampire! yet and wanna read how they got together, you can do that here. Seeing as I'm still in tumblr jail, I'm not going to tag anyone. But reblogs would be very much appreciated if you liked it, to help people find this 💜

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dreadsuitsamus · 1 year

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Vegeta Comfort After a Nightmare Headcanons | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: i had a bad dream that my sister died in a car crash and am channeling that energy into this 🥺 this is more of a story in headcanon form than true headcanons

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: nightmares, mentions of death, saiyan!reader, planet vegeta au

In your line of work, there's death and destruction around you constantly

Even as a child on Planet Vegeta, you saw things and heard about things no child should have to even think about

As a Saiyan, you are strong physically, and by the time you reach adulthood, you're immune to many things that used to scare you

Your own death doesn't scare you, and for the majority of the men and women you've ever battled alongside, you don't fear for them either. It's in your culture as a Saiyan to respect it, after all, as a warrior's death is commonplace for a Saiyan

But, not that you would ever admit it, marrying Vegeta has softened you up a bit

Your greatest fear is to lose your husband, and after a particularly rough ambush on what was supposed to be a routine mission, it nearly comes true

He's battered and bloody, beaten to a pulp and hardly breathing. Your eyes sting as you look at the prince in the healing tank, unable to blink

Vegeta saved your life, and it almost cost him his own. Valiant on his part, foolish on yours. He's not just your husband, never has been. He's the Prince of all Saiyans, and to lose him would be catastrophic without an heir

He recovers of course, and proves to be stronger for it. He doesn't care for your apologies and tears; you are his mate, and to die for one's mate is honorable

You, however, cannot let it go

Shortly after he's recovered, he's back on field missions while you are ordered by the king himself to rest at home, in order to best prepare your body to produce an heir when the mating season comes

To stay home while Vegeta is gone is torturous, to say the least

Every time you close your eyes, the same scene ends up playing before your eyes. One moment you're with Vegeta, strolling through the castle gardens. He's giving you that occasional, secret smile he only gives to you, and you feel at home

And then in an instant there's wreckage, carnage from the other Saiyans on that mission, and Vegeta is dead at your feet

You scream and shake and shake and shake his body fruitlessly, and soon wake up with a scream that echoes in the castle

Your lack of sleep shows, and Vegeta notices the bags under your eyes when he returns from his mission

"When I said don't wait up, I meant it." He murmurs, cupping your cheek and examining your face

All you can do is hug him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest and the strong beat of his heart

You toss and turn beside him that night, silently willing yourself to just sleep. He's getting irritated, and when you hear the low growl in his throat, it's already too late

"Woman, if you move one more time, I will throw you."

he's always been bitchy when he's tired

You take a deep breath and stay as still as you can, and eventually sleep does claim you

Vegeta's slumber is interrupted by your movements after a few hours, and he's ready to make good on his promise

But then he hears you whimper, and his brows crease in confusion and worry

He's quick to light a candle and look closer, wiping sweat from your forehead and placing a warm hand on your tummy, shaking gently

"Wake up, you're having a bad dream."

You jolt at his touch, a tortured cry leaving your lips. "No... Vegeta!"

Vegeta only frowns more. What the hell are you dreaming about??

"Wake up, dammit!" He says with more force, gripping your shoulders and shaking a bit harder

A gasp rips out of your throat and your eyes fly open, met with your husband's concerned face. A sob leaves your lips and Vegeta finds himself pulled into a crushing embrace, tears on his chest

"What the hell...?"

"I-I'm so..." You can't even finish your sentence, and Vegeta takes a deep breath, pulling you into a sitting position with him

He fetches your robes and slippers, and then takes your hand, leading you out of the castle and to the gardens. It's quiet, minus your sniffling, and the gears in Vegeta's head turn for a while

"You've been having nightmares the entire time I was away?"

Your nod is accompanied by yet another sniffle. "It's always the same; I see you die."

Vegeta squeezes your hand and walks a bit longer before speaking up again. "I see. You still blame yourself for what happened to me."

"If I would've paid closer attention-"

"It was an ambush, princess. There is no blame, and I am not dead. Forgive yourself." Vegeta wraps you up in his arms, your face pressed in the gap of his robe to his bare chest. His heartbeat is stronger than ever

You close your eyes, relaxing with each inhale, the scent of your mate lulling the anxiety prickling your nerves

Vegeta presses the smallest of kisses to your forehead, holding you securely. His tail wraps around yours, nuzzling them together

One of those soft smiles comes to his lips when he hears your gentle, rhythmic breathing, and he carries you back to bed, laying you right on top of him and holding you for the remainder of the night, and well into the morning

He's awake already when your eyes open again, the sun high in the sky and lighting up your bedroom

You look at his face, your own clearly well-rested. He smirks softly at you, squeezing your body closer to his and closing his eyes again

You never have another nightmare in this bed again

Bonus: Comforting Vegeta After a Nightmare Headcanons

Vegeta wasn't the type to have bad dreams for the majority of his life

It wasn't until the entire planet was blown to bits that he began having nightmares

He could only thank a higher power that you were with him off-planet when Vegeta was lost

But when he would fall asleep, stuck in a cramped room with you on the main Frieza ship, his mind would wander in awful directions

He'd dream about you being on that planet that dreadful day. He'd feel absolutely gutted, his blood boiling with his wrath, and he felt so strong and distraught he wondered if he was on the precipice of Super Saiyan

You had no idea what he'd been dreaming of until nearly a year after Frieza's assault of your home

Vegeta turned in early that night, so you were focusing on your embroidery, which you'd taken up since Frieza permanently benched you from missions, which he used against Vegeta often via threats to kill you for your uselessness, should Vegeta not play along

You hear a soft gasp from him and the bed shakes at the way he jerks, and your chest fills with anxiety

You're quick to cross the room and kneel beside the bed. "Vegeta, wake up. You're having a nightmare." Your hand lays flat on the center of his chest

He begins thrashing, and your eyes widen when a crackle of lightning buzzes across his fingertips, his hair briefly glowing gold

cue intense shaking

"Wake up!"

It takes several more shakes for him to finally wake up, any lightning and golden hair ceasing instantly

He falls off the bed in his violent haste to sit up, crashing onto you

His reflexes are fast, however, and you're scooped in his arms and flipped around before you finish hitting the ground, Vegeta breaking your fall

You brace your hands on his chest, feeling how hard his heart pumps. His eyes are blown wide and your face softens considerably

"Vegeta... You had a bad dream."

His hand is at the back of your neck and pulling you down to his level, foreheads pressed together

"I will obliterate this entire galaxy if I lose you."

You're settled on the bed soon, back to Vegeta's chest and beginning a new embroidery piece while he holds you, hiding his face in your neck, eyes peeking out at your work

"What's that...?" He mumbles curiously, his iron grip still tight

You smile to yourself, gazing at the work. It's an outline of your husband's head and hair, in gold

"The man of my dreams."

Cue Vegeta's smirk on your neck, a devious plan forming in his mind

"Remind me to drink more juice."

#vegeta x you #vegeta x reader #vegeta #db #dbz #dbs #headcanons #fic #never gonna stop referencing dbza

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inbrightshadows · 9 months

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*shoves part 3 of tiny turtle baby Casey Jr out from under my rock*

Inspired by Cass Apocalyptic Series by somerandomdudelamo

go here for part 1, here for part 2

“We’re not feeding him worms!” Mikey yells with an outrage is so thick he could bottle it up and sell it as a seasoning.

Donnie throws his hands up. “Mikey the internet literally says that’s what we’re supposed to feed him!” He gives his phone a vigorous shake, just to drive the point home.

Leo grabs the arm with the phone and drags it down to his level. He flicks through the screen for a second, ignoring Donnie’s eye rolling and general huffiness.

“It also says we can feed him fish and small shrimp. Or fruits and veggies if he’ll eat them.” “I’ve got strawberries and grilled mackerel.” “Raph can help cut it up small for him.” Raph sets the Casey Jr containment mug down on the counter. Donnie glares at it, muttering darkly, but relents at Leo’s look. “Ugh. Fine. You’re probably depriving him of vital nutrients but whatever, just ignore Donnie- hey! Wait, those are my strawberries!”

Mikey turns away from the counter to shake a strawberry at Donnie. “One: you turned him into a baby turtle, Two: he’s tiny so he can probably only eat one anyway, and three: you turned him into a baby turtle!” “Uggggghhh fiiiiinnne.”

Raph peacefully takes a knife to a small piece of grilled mackerel while Leo… 'supervises.'

“You remembered to de-bone the fish right?” Leo stares at the little pieces of fish on Raph’s cutting board, hunting for any sign of a dangerous shard. “It came without bones, Leo,” Raph says with all the patience of an older brother utterly done with his little brother’s nonsense. “Cool cool cool, but you checked that they didn’t miss any little ones, right? Sometimes they don’t get them all.” “I checked,” he sing songs through gritted teeth. “Ok but you’re super sure, right? I mean. Not that you would have missed that but, like, he’s just so tiny-” “Leo I swear-”

There’s a thud of someone barging into the lair immediately followed by a voice that has every turtle in the vicinity- except the one confined to a mug- freezing.

“Casey Junior!” the elder Donatello yells through the lair. Panicked looks fly between the brothers. Casey Jr chirps a greeting. Donnie slams a hand over the top of the mug to muffle it.

“He’s back early!” Leo hisses, whipping towards the entrance to the kitchen. “Well gentlemen- and Leo- it’s been an honor. I’ll tell Gram-gram everyone says hi.” “What do we do what do we do?” Mikey leaps up and clings to Raph, who clings back.

“Casey Junior?” the elder Donatello calls again, confusion and a bit of concern creeping in. His footsteps come closer. Donnie, looking like he’s two seconds from leaping onto the ceiling, shoves Casey Jr’s mug in a cupboard.

“What are you doing?” Raph hisses. “What does it look like? I’m prolonging my inevitable demise! Now get away from the scene of the crime.” Donnie says, shoving his brothers toward the door. “Wait- Donnie! You can’t just shove a baby in a cupboard and leave!” “He’s fine! He’s in a mug!” “That doesn’t make it better!” “Well it will have to do, I can’t just leave evidence lying around!” “He’s not evidence he’s a baby!” “I baby-ified slash mutated his nephew! He’s going to murder me. Which I know because he is me and if someone did that to my family I would murder them.”

Leo scrambles after them, visibly torn about leaving a baby- mug confined or not- in a cupboard.

“Aw, you do love us…” Mikey coos. “You know I love you guys. I’ve literally told all of you that before!” “Yeah but it’s nice to hear it!” “Awwww Don-don,” Leo coos, the opportunity to menace his twin an instant distraction, “Would you avenge me if I got murdered?” “No,” Donnie lies, “If anything I’m more likely to be the one doing the murdering.” “Would you avenge Raph?” Raph asks, pouting. Donnie reaches out and pats his arm. “They would be dead before you started rigor mortis.” “Awwwww-”

Ahead of them, someone clears their throat. The young turtles freeze.

“As touching as it is to watch you all swear vengeance for each other I seem to be missing a nephew.” Donatello the elder leans against the entrance to the lair, eyebrow raised. Only the fact that he hasn’t bothered to take his hat and coat off betrays his worry.

Donnie shrinks back behind Raph’s shell.

“Uhhh… We…” Raph’s eyes dart to each of his brothers but finds no help there. Especially not from Donnie, who is busy pretending he’s not there. “We… haven’t seen him?” Raph says at the same time as Mikey squeaks out “He went out?”

Donatello frowns. Mikey’s head slowly sinks down deeper into his shell until only his eyes stick out. Leo, certified best liar of the turtles, steps in for damage control.

“He went out for groceries, he was worried since we were getting low.” Leo opts for a casual lean against Raph’s arm. He flips his hand and shrugs in a little ‘what can you do,’ motion. Donatello squints at the three of them and then eyes Donnie carefully peeking over Raph’s shoulder. Donnie freezes and slowly sinks back down. Silence settles around them, every second adding another pound of pressure.

“… Right. Casey Jr, who is notably very uncomfortable venturing to the surface on his own, went out to get groceries. Alone.” Donatello steps past them.

“Yeah I mean, just a couple things? A little literal milk run to get his feet wet, y’know? Gotta fight the fear and all that.” Leo turns and follows him, his brothers trailing after him. Over Raph’s shoulder Donnie makes several alarmed motions. Leo raises an eye bridge at him. Donnie points violently toward where Donatello is walking toward-

Walking toward the kitchen.

“Ahhh y’know, why don’t we all go to the living room?” Donatello turns and raises an eyebrow at Leo, a flat frown on his face. “…Why don’t you want me going in the kitchen?”

“Whaaaaat? Who said anything about keeping you out of the kitchen. You’re a big, strong, independent turtle and you can go wherever you want. I just thought, y’know, the living room might be… more comfortable. For your old man bones.” Leo gives Donatello his best grin. Donatello returns it with a flat stare.

“Suuurrre. We can go to the living room.” “Really!?” Mikey exclaims, halfway to drooping in relief. “Yeah. Once I get coffee. From the kitchen that you’re totally fine with me walking into.”

Leo’s brothers exchange nervous looks. Leo is not so easily broken. He’s kept secrets from his twin before. How much harder can lying to an adult Donatello possibly be?

[part 4]

#cass apocalyptic series #bs posts #my writing #turtle baby Casey Jr #ehehehe we're almost to the fun part

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lovegoodfics · 2 years

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Hi love :) if your requests are open, i would like to ask for an eddie smut. maybe reader is riding him in an empty classroom and she's being too loud so eddie puts his fingers in her mouth?

Ooo this seems fun! Thank you for sending in a request! I hope this is what you had in mind :)

Mine- [eddie munson]

warnings: eddie x f!reader smut, jealousy, rough sex, talks of objectification, possessiveness, riding, slight choking/gagging (per request), unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism.

If Eddie was universally known for two things, it was his impatience and his quickness to anger. No matter what social group he had standing in and no matter who you asked, they knew how easy it was to rile Eddie up. The freshman in Hellfire were terrified of setting him off, and always came to you nearly in tears if they needed to postpone a DnD night or if they think they pushed his buttons too hard when rebelling against a campaign and were seeking some mercy.

Those who didn’t like Eddie, like the basketball and football teams, used these traits to their advantage. The use of certain words, phrases, even looks, could get him going. Today it was “freak”. That word always dug under Eddie’s skin, and you were always the one to hear about it.

“Stupid fucking meatheads,” he ranted, pulling you along the mostly empty 3rd floor hallways by your wrist.

“Eds,” you always treaded lightly when he was like this, which was pretty often these days. Nobody was taking it easy on him as graduation approached and Eddie’s likelihood of finalizing his time at Hawkins was teetering on one last grade.

“They’re only doing this to get a reaction out of you,” you lightly explained. “I don’t know why you give them what they want.”

“Hard not to when they go after you.” Today Patrick’s exact words had been “It’s like beauty and the freak” directed at the both of you. It was so simple and tbh a pretty juvenile comment. It wasn’t that creative, or in your opinion, even as hurtful as what he was used to.

Perhaps it had been the fact that they had mentioned you in their taunts this time that he was so riled up. Normally, he just responded by making a big scene or embarrassing them back.

“They have no right to even look in your fucking direction,” he seethed, answering your previous thoughts as he pulled you into an empty classroom and slammed the door shut.

In an instant, his lips were on your neck and his hands were everywhere. They went from your tits to your ass, your stomach to your thighs, your neck to your hair, your arms to your back.

“They stare at you like you’re a fucking piece of meat,” Eddie grunted into your neck, roughly kissing every spot he knew of. “Like you belong to them and not me. Like they’d ever have a chance with you.”

Your hands found solace in his hair and you succumbed to his force. knowing that this was just him being jealous and protective over you- two things you typically would never complain about.

“Eddie,” you moaned, wrapping your body around his and letting him take his frustrations out on you. “M’ all yours.”

You knew that was what he needed to hear as a moan left his lips, his hands becoming less aggressive and more needy.

“All fucking mine.” He quickly bit your neck, illiciting a squeal from you, before going to tear off your shirt.

“Eddie!” you protested, wrapping your arms across your chest as if it preserved some modesty and looking behind you at the locked door. “What if someone comes in?”

“No bra.” He didn’t bother to answer your concerns. “It’s like you fucking wanted me to fuck you here today.”

“Eddieee,” you whined again, pulling his head back from its attack on your breasts. “I’m serious! We can’t get caught! You’re so close to graduating.”

“Nobody comes up here,” he pleaded, groping your bra-covered breasts in each of his hands. “Just be quiet for me, princess.”

The pleading look in his eyes told you that he needed this. He needed to feel you, to know that you were only his.

“God, Eddie, you’re gonna be the death of me someday,” was your way of telling him that this was okay and you wanted it too.

“You love it,” he smashed his lips against yours and flipped up your skirt, kneading your ass in his ring-covered fingers.

“We need to make it quick,” you hurried out, pushing him back against one of the desks and returning your hands to his hair and your lips to his.

The kiss was all tongue and spit and teeth, both of you craving all of each other and knowing there wasn’t much time for you to do so.

“I fucking love you,” he panted, undoing his belt and pulling his jeans and boxers down to just his lower thighs.

This was going to be a quick, hard fuck, and you could tell by the way he skipped his favorite steps (which included teasing you until you cried).

He helped you shimmy your panties down your legs, letting you step out of them and quickly pocketing them with a wink. You made a mental note to call him a perv later.

“Get on top of me baby, please.” You obeyed and put your thighs on either side of his, straddling him. His arms wrapped around your waist and back, holding you close to him and supporting you on the minuscule surface you were working with.

Although you would have loved to take your time with him and really show him that you were his and he was yours, you knew you had to make do with the ~10 minutes or so that you had until 7th period started and this classroom would start to fill with sophomores and their Shakespeare textbooks.

You reached down between the two of you and lined up his dick with your entrance, not bothering to prepare yourself for the stretch of his cock.

You sank down on him with a hiss, digging your nails into his shoulders for support and letting out a slight whimper as you felt his cock begin to stretch open your walls.

Eddie was particularly big, the biggest you’d ever been with, and normally he compensates by working you up, making you come a few times, and stretching you out with his fingers or toys a bit before he dared to attempt to fuck you.

“Shhh,” he whispered against your ear, rubbing his fingers through your hair and up and down your upper back, trying his best to soothe you through the initial pain and also control himself from fucking you silly.

“I know love,” his voice was gentle but strained as he stopped himself from thrusting up into you. “You gotta be quiet for me baby.”

You nodded meekly against his neck and slowly rose up his length, working yourself through the stretch. You bounced ever so slightly, and Eddie’s fingertips pressed hard into your hips at the agonizing pace. No doubt there would be bruises in the morning.

Your whimpers of pain quickly subsided and transformed into gasps and moans, livening your pace as you began to get used to his size.

“Baby,” he scolded you, his voice barely above a whisper. “I told you to be quiet. You want people walking in on you bouncing on my cock?”

You shook your head and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, hoping that would suffice to keep your noises of pleasure inside.

Eddie’s hands roughly gripped your ass and began to fuck you against him hard in an act of possessiveness.

“You wouldn’t want people seeing the beauty fucking the freak in a classroom, would you?” He taunted you with the same words that Patrick taunted him with earlier, a moan escaping from your attempts to silence it at his words.

“Shh,” he reminded you, a knowing smirk on his face. He knew what his dirty talk did to you in bed, this wasn’t fair.

“If you can’t manage to be quiet on your own, I’ll figure something out myself.” He continued to fuck you at a rough pace, and your fingers left crescents in his shoulder blades as you hung on for dear life, your forehead inches from his own.

“I love the way my pussy feels,” he remarked as he continued to stretch you out, the pain and pleasure combining into a feeling that was close to nirvana. “You’re mine.”

You nodded and he grabbed a hold of your jaw, making you face him and look him in the eye. “Say it,” he pleaded, hints of insecurity under his dominance.

“M’ yours,” you gasped out, trying to keep up with brutal pace he had set for you. “All yours Eddie. Nobody else- fuck! - Nobody else gets to see me like this.”

That seemed to satisfy him mentally, although physically he just picked up the pace of his thrusts. He was slamming you against him at this point, and you all but screamed as the tip of his cock brushed the bottom of your cervix.

“What’d I tell you about being quiet,” he growled, removing one of his hands from its iron grip on your ass.

“Just shut you up myself,” he muttered, shoving two of his fingers into your mouth without warning.

You gagged around the sudden intrusion, feeling your high begin to build at his roughness. It was rare that you got to see him this dominant. Usually he was in charge, but he was all sweet kisses and “is this okay?”s with you.

It was only when someone suggested that you were anything but completely and utterly his that he showed this jealous, possessive, animalistic side. You loved it.

“Mmmph,” you moaned around his fingers, sucking them into his mouth and accepting his version of a gag as he chased his high.

“Good fucking girl, taking my fingers so well. That’ll shut you up.” The wavering in his voice told you he was close, but the clock still said you had 4 more minutes left. If you knew Eddie, he’d hold his orgasm off and fuck you like this as long as he could.

“Fuck baby, this pussy is so tight for me. Fits me like a glove. You were made for me.”

You nodded in agreement, humming around his fingers and sucking them further into the back of your throat.

He was fucking you at an almost cruel pace, just barely missing your cervix with each thrust.

The hand not in your mouth worked it’s way up to your throat and slightly squeezed, reminding you of his dominance and frustration.

“So good for me,” he tsked as you accepted his hand around your neck with ease, closing your eyes in sheer pleasure as your breath was almost cut off completely. “My dirty fucking girl. Come on my cock baby. You own it, come on it.”

His words sent you over the edge and you bit his fingers harshly to keep your scream from finding its way out, your body shaking and thrashing as he continued his brutal thrusts.

“Right behind you baby,” he rushed out, losing his tempo and becoming sloppy in rhythm, the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock driving him insane.

“Fuck,” he bit your shoulder as his own orgasm rushed out, holding on to your throat tightly and painting your insides white with his cum.

He loosened his grip from your neck and pulled his fingers from your mouth, shooting you a meek ‘i’m sorry’ smile.

“Sorry about your neck baby,” he gently rubbed the slightly red marks he left around your throat apologetically. You would tell your peers you had an allergic reaction to the new laundry detergent you washed your shirt with if anybody asked.

“It’s okay,” you smiled up at him, taking in the moment for just a moment while you still could.

You reached for your shirt and slipped it back on, tucking it neatly back into your skirt and smoothing down your hair, trying your best to look like you hadn’t just been fucked dumb moments ago.

Eddie didn’t bother-in fact, he hoped someone would notice that he looked absolutely sex-crazed and would connect that you two fucked. Maybe that would show people to not include you in their tauntings of him anymore.

The bell rang, signalling that the room you two fucked in would soon flood with students and you made your way to the door.

“Hey,” Eddie stopped you, gently grabbing your wrist. “I love you.”

Your insides melted to goo and a dopey smile made its way across your face. You’d never get tired of hearing that.

“I love you too, Eddie.”

#eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #joseph quinn #joseph quinn smut

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apirateslifeforbudgie · 2 months

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Wandering Star Snippet!

I'm hoping to have all of episode 4 of Wandering Star put up on Sunday at the latest! But since this is a scene that I've been very excited about even before the full story and setting completely fell into place, I'm sharing some of it a bit early.

I will say it is spoiler-y, so if you want to wait for the full episode to drop, you can! If you haven't read episodes 1-3 and you would like to catch up for context, you can read them here!

Below the cut is a snippet from Wandering Star, Episode 4: The Dark Side of the Moon

Additional context: negotiations at the beach camp go south. With Kid deciding Carmen's proposition isn't worth his time, that means her life is forfeit.

Carmen’s men tensed when Captain Kid voiced his intent, shifting ever-so-slightly into guarded stances.

“Steady…” leery eyes were on the enemy as she gave the quiet command to those behind her, a light hand reaching back to halt any further advances. Her voice raised enough for all to hear the next words. “It’s fine. That’s fair…We had an agreement before we came here, did we not?”

The two ally crews found themselves just as wary and observant as the girl’s own men.

Carmen tilted her head, “Besides…” There was an imperious air to her now - something to serve as a warning, “I rather like my chances of seeing the sun rise tomorrow. Captain Kid has had too much to drink tonight. Bet he’s really tired…too tired to take any company to his room. I got him all to myself – nice and warm and easily-swayed.”

His eyes widened only to be met by her cold, narrow gaze and a dark tone to match.

“Been seeing double?”

The captain’s bearing, gritted teeth could hardly contain the scream that was building in his throat. “What the hell did you slip me?!”

“It’s a plant extract,” Rowan was the one to inform before leaning into quietly ask in concern, “Carmen, how much did you give him…?”

There was a bold and baleful glint in her eyes that stayed locked on with the captain’s as she so brazenly told him, “Every. Last. Drop.”

Rowan’s face was slapped with a mix of fear and fascination, but his half-brother only felt the latter and gave a grin that showed just how little sanity he hid behind all his talents.

“And he’s still on his feet? That’s some Whitebeard shit.”

Fine words that fell flat – in place of pride, Captain Kid was filled with fury. “Are you mad, you bitch?! I could have died!!”

“Yeah?!?!” Carmen’s upper half was nearly flat on the table when she slammed her hands down and sardonically spat the word, wild eyes on the redhead and temper rising to mirror his. “Have you forgotten striking your head from your shoulders was my sole reason for coming to you?!”

You could cut the tension with a knife. Everyone knew what was came next.

The Straw Hats kept sharp eyes, save for the swordsman who seemed to be stirring with excitement. Law served as the deadpan mask in front of his apprehensive crew while Carmen and Kid’s men stayed straight-faced.

But there was something more underneath the mask of the Massacre Soldier.

“If you do this-” the attempt to give his captain hushed advice was an instant failure.

A low growl escaped Captain Kid’s clenched teeth before he barked, “Shut up!” He was just as quick to turn fangs back to the girl. “I’ve had enough of you! I won’t be happy until I have your head on a pike!”

“Likewise,” Carmen was cold again as she raised up and stared him down, her nails curling into the table and her voice guttural and dark, “I’m going back to ‘plan A’...” the words earned wary eyes all around again, and the girl was quick to storm towards the exit as she commanded the captain, “Get the hell out of my war tent – we’re taking this shit outside.” To send him over the edge, Carmen made damn sure to shoulder-check the fuming redhead on her way out, smearing the blood that still trickled down his arm on both of them.

Upon impact, Captain Kid nearly lost his mind - seething and boiling blood fueled his wild chase.

“Kid!” Killer called in urgency as he and his two crewmates were gone with their captain. They all left wide eyes in their wake, though not Law and Zoro – for them, this was getting good.

“Now, this I gotta see,” there was a hint of amusement to the swordsman’s voice as he snatched a bottle of wine from the war table and made his way outside, his carefree captain quick to overshoot his own enthusiasm with a hint of laughter as he followed.

“We’re gonna need some snacks for this one!”

“Don’t encourage this – he could really hurt her!” Nami called after her two crewmates in vain while Sanji smoked his cigarette in deep thought, eyes cut to the entrance of the tent. “You guys!!”

Carmen’s men were on their way out and just passing by the remaining Straw Hats. “She can take it,” Elliott paused to flatly inform the navigator. But there were only more questions from others.

“She’s not…actually going to fight him, is she??” Brook was too bewildered to get the sentence out smoothly.

“You should show some concern for that poor boy out there,” the blacksmith and his comrades continued their exit. “Aye…We’ll back backin’ our girl.”

The Heart Pirates’ heads followed the girl’s men until they were gone.

“Hey, Captain…” the baffled Bepo glanced back from the tent exit to Law, “Should we do something…??”

The Surgeon of Death was as monotonous as ever. “We can watch…Got a feeling it’ll be the best show of the night,” he adjusted the grip on his sword and began making his own exit with his crew close behind. “Let’s just hope she kicks his ass.”

The Straw Hats were following suit, and Sanji harshly exhaled his cigarette smoke as he adjusted his gloves. “If she doesn’t, I will. That asshole has gone too far.”

“Too far, huh?” Law paused at the exit with a darkness to him. “They’re just getting started, Black Leg.”

The Surgeon swiped the tent flap to reveal the madness in the making.

They were like wild carnivorous beasts in the way they circled each other in some sort of a prowl, stone cold expressions and tensed bodies just waiting to pounce. To tear flesh, to break bones.

To kill.

Carmen’s mass of men had gathered in scattered groups throughout the camp. Some wore stern faces, some were clearly confident, others hyped her up with excitement and cheer.

Commander, they called her, as they poured out all their faith into her victory.

“Commander?!” Captain Kid echoed in mockery topped off with mad laughter and his menacing grin. “Your men seem to think you actually have a chance. Well, I’d be happy to disappoint them!” He was already putting those words into play with a raised hand, purple electric bolts jumped from curled fingers. That was the only warning before his palm dropped to face downward and blasts of purple lighting bolts shot and sprawled throughout the entirety of the camp’s ground.

From their place far to the left of the war tent, Kid’s men kept to themselves and gave no reaction to such power – this was nothing new to them, in fact, they relished it. However, for Carmen’s soldiers, this came as a shock, and the crawling bolts reflected in their wide eyes. It wasn’t much better for Carmen’s main men and the two crews that had allied with her. Just now gathering outside the war tent, their reactions varied from nothing at all, furrowed brows, Nami gasping, and Brook screaming with hopping feet and arms shot to the sky.

Now, Captain Kid’s raised hand snapped into a fist, and the air in the camp felt sickeningly heavy where the bolts now crackled. From all around, metal objects bent to his will and began to rise – swords and spears pried from their owners or racks, armor on display, pots and pans – it all came to the captain’s call as the two stayed locked in their circle game.

It was as if Carmen came alive with the jumping bolts. Like she was pulled to him just as much as the metal in the air and the jewelry rising from her flesh. Her face was lit up with fiery eyes and feral grin – but even more than that – it was excitement. It didn’t matter that she felt strange - almost as if all the blood that pumped through her veins was replaced with TV static.

In fact, it felt invigorating.

It felt good.

“I’ll do more than just disappoint your men,” Carmen couldn’t wait to tell and taunt. She ignored the metal drifting past her head and didn’t even react as the choker broke from her throat and large hoop earrings were slowly torn from her lobes. Small droplets of blood pulled from her. “What’s the Massacre Soldier’s bounty? Think it’ll stack nicely with yours.”

Those words were like a fresh fix of madness for the captain – the fun before a good fight as his giant metal arm began to take form. “Or maybe his Punishers will take the heads of every last one of your men once I’ve taken yours!” He called out over all the metal bashing and banging together, roughly clanking and wooden spear shafts snapping and splintering like bones.

“You really are balls-deep in your own reveries, aren’t you? The King of the Pirates?” Carmen had a wild and arrogant air to her that was quick to fall dark and disdainful. “I know a false king when I see one.”

Her hands lit up in a glowing, blazing blue as she stalked her prey. But he only ignited with her powers, grinning like a devil as a soft hissing cackle broke from his throat.

The Massacre Soldier was fixed on the circling foes, “So, it is a Devil Fruit…” he thought aloud.

Carmen’s men and allies were ready for the show to start, overflowing with anticipation sparked by her power reveal. Brook was already her biggest cheerleader. “She’s so coo—oh, whoa!!” floating metal bashed into him from behind.

Despite Zoro struggling to keep claim to his swords, she had finally earned a grin from him. “Let’s see what she can do.”

Connor had been of the same state until one of the tents was completely torn down from the heaps of metal that floated from it, and the mad man shrieked in a horror-filled, high-pitch voice, “Ahh! No!! My inventions!!”

Captain Kid stopped and stood his ground as the heaping and odd contraptions that spelled danger for their inventor’s commander creaked and groaned. They contorted to at last finish forming the massive metal arm that curled to life and reached into the night sky.

Carmen too put an end to her prowling to stand stern with feet shoulder-width apart. She was cocky and ready to pounce, but she couldn’t resist just a little more derision. “Don’t even worry about it, Connor.” She called to her man, though she didn’t dare turn and miss the captain’s reaction. “That’s the fruit you want, isn’t it?”

The look from Captain Kid could kill, but that didn’t stop the girl from giving her cold-blooded promise.

“I’ll get it for you.”

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #wandering star #one piece oc #one piece original character #carmen amsel #oc: carmen #eustass kid #eustass captain kid #kid pirates #heart pirates #straw hat pirates

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As promised, the Dancing in the Dark scene from the middle of Holding Out For a Hero (name still subject to change, depending on the way the story takes me - it's had some surprises already 😅). The pov changes after the first paragraph from Steve to Eddie because apparently this story is demanding I write from both perspectives, never mind that only using Steve's pov as originally intended would be easier, so just know the whole story will bounce between them.

ETA: new name - I'd Fall For You Twice

Dancing in the Dark

When the last of the gremlins has finally been shooed out the front door, Steve pushes it shut and leans against it for a moment with a sigh. As much as he loves the little munchkins, they can be a lot to handle, especially when attempting to make sure they don’t overwhelm a still recovering houseguest only recently released from the hospital. Running a hand through his hair, Steve straightens and heads back to the living room. He finds Eddie still sitting on the couch where they left him, though now with legs stretched out and headphones firmly against his ears, drawing something in the notebook Wayne had brought to him in the hospital. And although there’s a space at the end of the couch, Steve gently lifts Eddie’s legs so he can sit closer, then pulls them back over his lap, feeling some of the exhaustion ease as he settles in under their weight. He’s about to lean over and ask if he can see what Eddie’s working on when a tinny but unmistakable guitar riff echoing from the headphones catches his attention. He freezes.

Just at that moment, Eddie looks up, some quip about the kids on the tip of his tongue. But when he sees the way Steve is sitting, shoulders up around his ears and breathing shallow, concern immediately replaces whatever witty thing he was about to say. He pulls the headphones down around his neck. “Steve… you okay?”

Steve slowly turns his head to look at him, eyes wide, and, though he’s confused what exactly brought it on, Eddie wants nothing more than to make the panic in them disappear. “Steve?” he asks again, softly, this time laying a gentle hand on the other boy’s arm, and Steve grips onto it like a lifeline.

“That song. That’s, uh, what you played. There. In the…” he trails off.

Eddie’s brow furrows momentarily before it registers just what he’s been listening to. He’s surprised Steve recognizes it and says as much.

Steve swallows thickly. “Kind of hard to forget. We could hear your playing all the way to the Creel house. It was - it was really good, man.” He tries to smile as he says it, but it’s all wrong, doesn’t reach his eyes, and Eddie scoots a little closer, reaches for him with his other hand, still unsure what, exactly, has caused Steve to look like the world is ending again.

Steve’s breathing is still too fast, too shallow. “Don’t think I’ll ever forget it. Those bats, heading for you and Dustin. Knowing I couldn’t go back to help, we just had to keep moving. And then, when it was all over - “ He cuts himself off, lips pressing into a thin line, squeezing his eyes shut.

And suddenly, Eddie gets it. “Shit,” he curses, scrambling one handed for the pause button on the walkman. His finger fumbles over it once, twice, before he finally manages to press it down, cutting off the rhythmic chords leaking from the headphones. Silence blankets the room.

He looks back to Steve. Though he’s still hunched in on himself, his breathing started to slow the instant the music stopped and Eddie sighs in relief. He pulls the headphones off his neck and carefully sets them, the walkman, and his notebook on the floor before swinging his legs down so he can actually slide close enough to Steve to put an arm around him. Without hesitation, Steve turns into the embrace, leaning his forehead on Eddie’s shoulder with a little shuddering exhale. It makes Eddie want to pull him in even closer, hold Steve as tight as he can, until every bit of tension has drained from his body, but he doesn't want to do anything to make his friend uncomfortable, so settles for gently rubbing his back instead.

“I’m so sorry, man, I didn’t even - I forgot it was on that tape and I just kind of tuned everything out and - shit, Steve, I’m sorry,” Eddie rambles.

But Steve is already shaking his head. “No, no, you have nothing to apologize for. You were just doing your thing, I’m the one who - I should be apologizing to you, freaking out like that, over a song, like - that’s crazy, you know? It’s not like the song is what - is what - ” he cuts off, unable to finish the thought.

Eddie can feel Steve tensing further as he speaks, feel him beginning to pull away, but he is having none of that. Screw it. With a surge forward, he wraps both arms around Steve and tugs him tightly to his chest. With a little surprised oof, Steve falls forward again and, for a heartbeat, he's stiff, like he doesn't quite know what to do with this new position. But it's only a moment before his arms come up and he's clinging right back, his hands clutching fistfuls of Eddie's shirt like he's afraid the other boy will disappear if he lets go.

Eddie holds him, runs gentle fingers through his hair, until Steve's shoulders stop shaking and his breathing has finally, finally, evened out. And then he keeps holding him because Steve hasn't moved away and if he still needs Eddie's arms around him, then by god that's what he's going to get. He feels a huff of air against his shoulder as Steve turns his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck, tightens his hold.

"I'm sorry, Eddie," Steve whispers, voice tight, and he thinks Steve might be apologizing for more than his panic attack.

But Eddie is shaking his head before Steve can get to the second syllable of sorry. "Don't be. I get it, man. The little reminders, they're all over. And it's the worst. I let myself get too cold and I start having a hard time breathing. I look at your neck and all I can think is what if we didn't get through the gate in time. I get it," he says again.

This time, when Steve pulls back, Eddie lets him go, though he doesn’t go far, since he's still sitting pressed to his side.

Steve props his elbows on his knees and hangs his head for a moment before speaking again. "Still, I mean, it's just a song. It shouldn't -"

"But it isn't just a song, Steve, and you and I both know it," Eddie cuts him off emphatically. “I’m gonna burn that tape, first chance I get. Promise.”

Steve just sighs and hangs his head even further. They sit in dejected silence for a few moments, but Eddie can't take it anymore - Steve shouldn't be beating himself up about this, should be smiling, relaxing, laughing with Eddie about the dumb puns Dustin made at dinner. He glances around the room for anything that might help, but there isn't much, just the tv and some photographs and unused furniture and - aha! - his eyes catch on the radio in the corner and he suddenly knows exactly what to do to get Steve out of this spiral of self-recrimination.

Eddie jumps up and that gets Steve's attention. "Eddie, wha-? You need to sit down, you're still not supposed to be too active."

"Some of those restrictions ended today, I’ll be fine," he shoots back over his shoulder as he fiddles with the dial on the radio, looking for the local station Steve listens to in his car. He finally gets it tuned correctly, noting that it's just the DJ talking for now, but it sounds like another song will be starting soon. Perfect. He whips back around and makes his way to stand in front of Steve, hands held out in invitation. "Now, c'mon, I know just what we need. A little dance therapy will fix everything," he gushes, knowing Steve finds it impossible not to laugh at his theatrics.

Sure enough, a hint of a smile is beginning to play around Steve's lips as he looks up at Eddie. "Dance therapy?" he asks skeptically, but he's already taking Eddie's outstretched hands and allowing himself to be tugged off the couch.

"Dance therapy," Eddie confirms with a grin. "Maybe a little karaoke, too. Some lip-syncing. Whatever floats your boat, big boy." He winks and Steve snorts a laugh.

“You’re such a dork, Eddie,” he says, but the utter fondness in his voice takes any sting out of his words.

Eddie acts mock offended anyway, holding a hand dramatically over his heart as he pulls Steve further into the empty middle of the living room. “Me? A dork?” he gasps, then grins. “You know what? You’re right. But you love it,” he smirks, poking Steve’s chest with a finger.

Steve is smirking now, too, about to make some clever comeback, when the opening bars of Dancing in the Dark spill out into the room. His smile grows, real now, his eyes widening as he starts bopping his head. “Dude, I love this song!”

“Then come on, Harrington, let’s do this!” Eddie beams at him, starting to jump up and down to the rhythm. Steve shakes his head at him, but he’s wearing his thousand-watt smile, finally, and he’s beginning to jump along and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever looked so beautiful. And when he starts to sing, “Messages keeps gettin' clearer, Radio's on and I'm movin' 'round my place, I check my look in the mirror,” squeezing his eyes shut and belting out, “Wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face,” Eddie is absolutely mesmerized.

He’s still holding one of Steve’s hands, but he reaches for the other one so they can jump and twist together. And then Steve starts spinning him and Eddie’s hair is flying around his face and they’re both breathless with laughter and singing and dancing and Eddie thinks maybe he could live in this moment for the rest of his life.

Too soon, the song begins to slow and fade, each “dancin’ in the dark” softer than the one before. Their movements become less and less until they’re just barely nodding their heads along and Eddie realizes exactly how close they’ve moved to each other. If he wanted to, he could count each individual eyelash ringing Steve’s wide, honey brown eyes, and now he’s breathless from more than just exertion. When he licks his lips nervously and Steve’s eyes dart down to his mouth then back up, Eddie can feel hysterical giggles starting to bubble up in the back of his throat. This cannot be happening. I’ve gone insane, finally, truly lost it. But he can’t let it out, can’t make a sound, because then Steve might realize exactly what he’s doing, might stop looking at him like that and Eddie doesn’t think he could bear that, could deal with Steve pulling away, could handle losing -

“Can I kiss you?”

It’s no more than a whisper, Steve’s words as breathless and unsure as Eddie feels. And dammit but Steve has knocked him for a loop again, doing exactly the thing that Eddie least expects him to do. He’s frozen, staring at Steve, hopeful, beautiful Steve, who is staring back like Eddie is the only important thing in the entire world.

“Eddie?” Steve asks, the tiniest quiver in his voice, and Eddie can finally move again, nods frantically until Steve puts a gentle hand to his cheek, stilling him. And then Steve is moving forward, both their eyes slipping shut, and Steve’s lips are on his and Eddie doesn’t think anything has ever felt so right in his entire life.

It’s soft and sweet and one of Steve’s hands is tangled in his hair and the other is on his back, drawing him closer and his whole world has narrowed to the single bright point in the universe that is Steve Harrington. Eddie wouldn’t be surprised to open his eyes and see the entire room lit up like a blazing summer afternoon.

Slowly, Steve pulls back, breaking the kiss, but not drawing away. If it’s possible, he’s holding Eddie even tighter than during his panic attack earlier, as if letting go might shatter this little bubble of happiness they’ve found themselves in.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Steve confesses softly, pressing his forehead to Eddie’s.

Eddie huffs a laugh. “Probably at least as long as I’ve wanted you to,” he confesses back.

The moment is delicate and hopeful and Eddie never wants it to end. So of course his doubts choose exactly then to come knocking. He tries to push them away, to keep basking in the warmth of their embrace, but he hears himself asking, almost fearfully, “So, uh - this. Us. We, uh, we gonna be a thing now, Stevie?” And his heart is pounding so loud that he's certain Steve could hear it from across the room, never mind with Eddie nearly in his lap.

Steve leans back just a little, just far enough to gaze earnestly into Eddie’s eyes. “I want us to be. If - if you want, that is.”

And there’s that trademark Steve Harrington knock-him-for-a-loop routine again. Because despite Steve’s normal self-assurance, the tiniest quaver of doubt is tucked into his words and that, more than anything, soothes the million what ifs swirling through Eddie’s brain. He grins. “I want. Oh, do I want.”

Steve’s answering smile is dazzling and Eddie doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of being the reason for it. “Cool,” Steve declares, before he’s leaning into Eddie’s space again and making him melt all over.

Okay, there it is for now, folks. Only one, albeit lengthy, scene. But believe me, I have a lot more running circles in my brain. 😅

Also had a couple people ask to be tagged when I finished Holding Out for a Hero - not sure if I should tag them in this, since it's just a preview scene and not the finished product, but I'm gonna. I'm proud of this bit here 😅

@my-heart-is-stopped, @wonderland-girl143-blog

Also gonna tag my roomie @steddiehawkins because I gotta ensure the Steddie brainrot stays, heh, steady in my home (I'll see myself out)

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #holding out for a hero #ngl i'm a little nervous to post this #been a while since anyone actually paid attention to my writing outside a few select friends #my fic #ETA: new name is I'd Fall For You Twice #i'd fall for you twice

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iinryer · 2 years

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—turn out the lights—

by @gayeddieagenda (signetsealed on ao3)

buck/eddie || 7.9k || s5e17 coda, pre-relationship

[love is picking someone up from the airport. buck drives eddie, chris, and pepa home.]

e is so fucking good at storytelling it blows me to smithereens every time! this fic is canon as far as I’m concerned. buck dealing with the fallout of jonah & taylor, e writes such tasty conflict. but it still feels like a quiet place to land in a whirlpool of emotions. it’s so good. pls enjoy a favorite bit of mine:

“I got it,” Buck said in an undertone, ducking around Eddie to unlock the front door so he didn’t have to dislodge Chris. He held the door open, waiting for Eddie and Chris to get inside before doubling back for the suitcases.

“Pajamas on, teeth brushed. You know the drill,” he heard Eddie say through the wall a minute later. He couldn’t make out Chris’s response, but whatever it was, it made Eddie laugh, a single, loud bark that carried down the hall. Buck couldn’t stop himself from grinning at the sound.

—the stick-around—

by @winchysteria (derryfacts2 on ao3)

buck/eddie || 9.6k || injury, getting together

[buck gets hurt on a call, there are things he’s never said]

barbie is one of those one-in-a-million authors who can literally do it all. she writes devastatingly poetic prose, and then can turn around and give you the funniest, snappiest banter you’ve ever read in your entire life. no one does compelling characterization like her. this shit knocked me out. please read it. here’s one of my favorite bits:

“Come on, Buck,” Diaz says, looking back down. “Come on, Evan. You have to pull through for me. I know I already ask you for too much, all the time, but don’t start saying no to me now.”

It’s anticlimactic, the way a heart stops. It sputters and sprints before the flatline, but you can’t let it get that far: you crawl over the body to tie a pulse back into it with your own bone and muscle. Only the heart is tired. Death is comfortable, and life is like a double-dutch game, that endless whir-thud, whir-thud –the rhythm of the chance to jump back in. You can’t make the heart do anything. You can’t hear it say it’s over, I forfeit my turn. All you can really do is hold the ends of the rope tight and beg.

All the heart can do is wait for you to give up.

Diaz ducks down, pressing his forehead to Buckley’s temple, one hand on the opposite side of his face as if keeping pressure on a wound.

—something to hold onto—

by @eddiediazes (foxwatson on ao3)

buck/eddie || 5.1k || getting together, cuddling

[eddie’s been working on wanting things]

eddie diaz vs his therapy homework my beloved. i tell fox all the time that everything he writes is an instant classic, if you haven’t read every single thing he’s written for the firefighters then i am tasking you to go do that literally asap. also fox writes THE kiss scenes of all time so jot that down. here’s a favorite bit:

“I totally just forgot what I was gonna say,” Buck admits, and Eddie laughs with him.

In fact - Buck laughs hard enough his head tips onto Eddie’s shoulder, and he rolls his forehead back and forth there for a second, his curls brushing against Eddie’s jaw, the warm weight of him just - resting against Eddie’s collarbone.

“Maybe it’ll come back to you,” Eddie tells him quietly.

“Eh, who knows? Probably wasn’t important.” Buck turns so he’s looking out at the room again, but he leaves his head resting against Eddie, tucked there perfectly in the space between neck and shoulder.

#i am here to bestow upon you three fics that i adore written by people I adore even more #fic rec #buddie #911 fic

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depressedhatakekakashi · 2 years

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Kakashi's ninken going through the experience of their boss discovering fanfiction or something of similar content and having to learn to discern the shrieks of an attack and the shrieks from a fan reading through a slow burn and finally getting to the handholding <3

A scream ripped through the air, sending every single hound onto high alert in an instant. Food was forgotten about, toys were abandoned, and dreams were left behind.

Their summoner needed them and they were ready to answer the call.

"What is it?" Pakkun came rushing around the corner into Kakashi's room, fully prepared to rip someone's neck out. Right behind him, Bull came barrelling in, just barely stopping himself in time to avoid crushing Pakkun under his paw.

One by one each of the hounds joined, all of them prepared to rip an attacker to shreds if they need to.

the scene in front of them is not at all what they expect.

Instead of finding Kakashi facing off against an intruder, in need of their assistance, they discovered him with his face buried inside of a pillow. In front of him, he was holding his phone, but there seemed to be nothing else around that would explain his sudden scream.

"Uh, boss?" Pakkun called out, frowning when Kakashi lifted his head to reveal a blush that covered his entire face and a stupid smile. "You alright?"

"Fine." his voice was too high-pitched for any of them to believe him, but as soon as the response left his mouth he turned back to his phone and continued whatever it was he was doing.

For a second the hounds just sat there stunned. Never, in all of the years they had known him, had they ever seen their summoner act like this. Hatake Kakashi was not a man who screamed randomly without cause.

Yet, no matter how long they sat there nothing changed.

Kakashi simply continued looking at his phone.

"Alright..." Pakkun could hear the other hounds trotting off already. Returning to whatever it was they were doing before the false alarm had been rung. "well, have fun."

turning away from the room, he began to make his exit when he heard something else.

A sound so small that even the other hounds would have missed it after leaving the room.

A giggle.

Like a twelve-year-old facing their crush, Kakashi was giggling.

It would be adorable if Pakkun wasn't a little concerned about his summoner. It wasn't like Kakashi to make such sounds.

wanting a bit more information, Pakkun trotted around the corner and sat himself down just outside of the door. Where Kakashi couldn't see him but an advantageous spot where he could still hear everything going on in the room.

"Oh!" Kakashi proclaimed, excitement in his voice. "Really? Are they finally- no. It can't be."

leaning in a bit closer, Pakkun waited. Wondering if there was more Kakashi had to say.

What he heard was not at all what he had been expecting.

"The kiss!" Kakashi squealed, his voice muffled no doubt by the pillow he had been face-planted into just moments ago. "Ah! Finally!"

A kiss?

Pakkun couldn't understand.

What was it about a kiss that had his usually cool, collected summoner acting like a teenager?

"Strange." he shook his head, deciding that he'd had enough of spying on his summoner. There was a nap that had been so rudely interrupted that he wanted to return to as soon as possible.

He'd have to have a chat with the other hounds afterward.

If this was going to be a recurring theme, they would want to learn the difference between a scream that meant danger, and a scream that meant their summoner was being a dork.

#Hatake Kakashi #Ninken #Pakkun

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sortofanobsession · 1 year

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I’m Begging you to be my Escape - Ch. 10 Epilogue

Author’s Note: Happy Ending Time! Epilogue. Thanks for sticking with me for so long. It might be a bit shorter than I planned, but it just seemed to wrap up so well. Thank you to everyone who commented and kept pushing me to finish this. I needed the encouragement, and I appreciate you all.

Content warning: Fluff, adorable under the cut!

Tag list: diazbuckleysworld, chitownwolf

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8 , Chapter 9

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Chapter 10: So were you (Epilogue)

“Surprise!” Everyone shouts as Buck walks through the doorway.

The omega lets out a shocked laugh as he takes in the scene he’d just walked into.

It was his house, but in the few hours he’d been out with Maddie, it was decorated with streamers and balloons.

“What’s all this?” He looks at Eddie. Eddie gestures to Bobby.

“Congratulations, you’re officially an LA Firefighter,” the alpha prime says as he hands him the official documents stating exactly that.

“They didn’t even tell me yet,” Buck says.

“We figured it would be more fun this way,” Eddie grins.

“You knew?” Buck looks at his alpha in shock.

“Uh…” Eddie is suddenly very unsure if this was all the best idea. “It was Chim and Maddie’s idea?” It comes out more as a question.

“Did you just try and throw us under the bus to save your skin because you didn’t tell your mate about something?” Chimney asks.

Maddie laughs at the three of them. “You guys are ridiculous. Congratulations, little brother.“ She hugs him before going over to high-five Christopher.

Athena walked over, and on her hip was an adorable little girl with a head full of bouncing brown curls pulled into pigtails. The little girl making grabby hands at Buck. The omega's smile could rival the sun as he beams at her.

“Da! Da!” the little girl reaches for the omega. Her tiny fists flex as she makes grabby hands at him.

“Not sure if she excited for you or if it’s the sugar-filled punch her brother snuck her while these fellas weren’t looking, but either way, this hyped-up pup is all yours,” Athena smiles as she hands the little girl to the omega. Buck takes his daughter with ease and kisses her temple. “I’m proud of you, Buckaroo,” Athena says as she squeezes his arm. “You’ll be giving those two heart attacks and not following orders like the best of them in no time.” She gestures to Bobby and Eddie. In an instant, Eddie goes from smoothing a few of his daughter’s loose curls back as she clings to his mate to staring at Athena. His inner alpha now gnawing at him.

“Yeah, I don’t think they’ve thought this one through all the way,” Hen says over her shoulder. Laughing at the concerned look on Eddie’s face. She pats the alpha on the back hard enough he glares at her. “Don’t worry. At least you’ll be the first one to know when he does something dramatic or stupid. Knowing you two, it’ll be stupid.”

After the party is over and cleaned up, thanks to Bobby and Athena staying to help with the aftermath. Christopher was picking out something for them all to watch as they put their daughter down for the night.

Buck smiles down at her, brushing the now unbound curls from her face.

“She’ll need a haircut soon,” Eddie says as he steps up beside him.

“I know,” the omega laments. “It’s just so cute when she has those little pigtails.”

“Just wait,” the alpha chuckles quietly, “In no time, she’ll be getting into everything, and everything will end up stuck in those adorable pigtails.”

“My baby girl? Never,” Buck grins. “She’s too perfect.”

The alpha covers his mouth with his hand to not laugh out loud and wake the sleeping sweetheart. “My omega, I love with all my heart, but you know that’s exactly why she’ll find every possible ounce of trouble she can. She looks at the world with those big doe eyes and is just waiting for someone to set her down so she can find every tiny thing we missed babyproofing like it is her job.”

“Well, now I’m starting to think going to work is a bad idea,” the omega mumbles.

“Too late now,” Eddie grins. He knows that’s not true. If Buck really wanted to stay home, he could. They’d make it work. But he also knows that his mate isn’t one to sit still for very long. He half drags the omega out of the room. “I know it’s hard to do, but you’ll be glad you did. She has to get used to us not being here every moment of every day. I know it feels like you’re leaving a piece of your heart at home because you kind of are, but it gets easier.”

“Does it?” Buck genuinely asks.

“It does because, honestly, there is nothing better than coming home.”

“And you can’t come home unless you leave first,” the omega admits.

“Exactly,” the alpha grins.

“And you don’t mind being stuck with me 24/7, even on the job?”

“Oh, I’ll be there to make sure that bleeding omega heart of yours doesn’t send you over the edge without a guide rope.”

“You love my bleeding heart,” the omega states.

“I love every bit of you,” the alpha admits. “Especially that gorgeous ass of yours in those fitted uniform pants. How will I endure?”

“Smart ass,” Buck laughs.

“No, this was about your ass,” Eddie winks.

“You’re an idiot, but I love you.” The omega can’t help but smile.

“Because I’m your idiot,” the alpha points out. “And I love you too.”

#begging you to be my escape fic #911 abo fic #abo buddie #alpha eddie diaz #omega evan buckley #completed fic

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dreamer213 · 1 year

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Broken Machines: Between Shadows

Chapter 1: New Normal

The sea of darkness around her feels endless, a void too vast to see the beginning or end. Entrapped in this endless abyss was Penny Poledina, seemingly falling further and further into the all-encompassing emptiness. Despite the grimness of the situation, the young military android was calm and collected in this odd environment as if she knew it wouldn’t last long. In a flash the scenery around her changes, now Penny was in a lush garden dressed in a white sundress. Sitting on the grass and picking flowers, Penny looks completely at peace with her surroundings. But her serenity turns to joy when a white-haired young man appears behind her. Sensing his presence Penny turns around and holds her arm out to him, ready to embrace him. He dives at her and tackles her to the ground, holding her tight in his arms as he nuzzles into her neck. The two hold each other and giggle like mad, giddy just being in each other’s presence. They lock eyes, summer green to a brilliant blue, and he leans in for a kiss. But before their lips connect the scene fades in an instant.

Penny wakes up in her bed, rest but a bit groggy at the loss of her sweet dream.

Penny: Why do I always wake up in the middle of a good dream but stay asleep throughout nightmares every time?!

She gripes to herself before sitting up, unplugging herself, and stretching out. Looking over to her nightstand Penny leans over and picks up her plugged-in scroll. She goes through her contact and locates a number saved number under the contact ID “My Prince”. She selects the video call option and combs her hair with her finger, trying to tame her bedhead a little, as the call connects. Soon the screen shows a video feed of none other than Whitley Schnee, already dressed and sitting at his desk.

Not long ago he’d be a little crabby at being awake so early in the morning but now he looked forward to it. Before morning started with a quick breakfast then straight into the grind of his daily studies and work. But now it started with the sleepy voice of a sweet red-haired girl, a vision of cuteness in her pajamas and bedhead.

Penny: Good morning, Whitley. Did you wake up before me again?

She says sweetly but with a hint of uneasiness. She’d always worried about how little he slept no matter how neat and chipper he looked every morning. Penny was already beyond what most people consider to be an early riser, so having someone who worked so late get up even earlier than she did was always an immediate cause for concern. One that had been prevalent since the very beginning of this odd relationship. And ever observant, Whitley quickly notices her concern but decides to brush it off, not wanting to spoil the morning mood.

Whitley: Yes, I had some paperwork I want to get through before lunch, so I got up early.

Penny: Is it urgent work?

Whitley: No, not really.

Penny: Then you could’ve slept more instead of working so early in the day, again.

Whitley: Yes, but I want to get it done early so I could make time to call you at lunch. That and I just couldn’t risk oversleeping and missing the chance to see you with that adorable bedhead.

He says sweetly, eyes half-lit but already full of a mischievous sorta passion. Penny stutters as she formulates a reply, caught off guard by the flirtatious undertones of his last comment.

Penny: I-I-That-(sigh) While I appreciate the thought, I would prefer you get a proper night's sleep over working early to make time for me.

Whitley: Speaking of sleep, how did yours go last night? Have the nightmares gotten any better?

He asks deflecting from his own bad sleeping pattern and refocusing the conversation on Penny’s. Penny knows his avoiding the topic again but doesn’t want to press him on it and does want to share her new findings, so she plays along with his game a little.

Penny: I actually did very well, I managed to change the nightmare completely this time. I turned into something positive and dreamed about you.

Whitley: Oh really? Nothing scandalous, I hope.

He teases, making Penny blushes bright red in embarrassment. Now Penny had grown wise to the way Whitley like to tease her for fun sometimes around they started this arrangement. She knew he was just trying to get a rise out of her, but he was implying was too embarrassing to stay calm! With a bright red face and her gazes darting away from the camera, trying desperately to not make eye contact as she explains herself.

Penny: N-no, it wasn’t anything s-shameful at all! I just dreamed of being with you in the garden! Hugging and having fun…and...kissing..you. But nothing truly inappropriate at all!

She admits in a stuttering ramble, which elicits a low chuckle from Whitley as he stares her down with a sly grin from the other side of the phone. God, she was so adorable in the morning. Her soft voice, flustered face, and genuine care for him were a better morning pick-me-up than even the best-quality coffee and Whitley couldn’t resist lapping up as much as he could get every time. Even if that meant pushing Penny’s limits from time to time.

Whitley: So, you miss my kiss that much already?

Penny: No!-(hiccup)-Well yes, but not like-

Whitley: It’s okay, I understand I really do. I mean our first kiss was dulled by rain and the smell of grime and fresh blood. Hard to get a proper feel or rather…taste of such intimacy in those conditions.

Penny: I-I-You’re-that’s too-

Whitley: But don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you on my next visit. We’ll get lunch, maybe take a stroll, then go find a nice quiet place to spend some quality time together. I’ll let you indulge in every little desire you have of me until you're completely satisfied. It’s the least I can do for troubling you like this.

He says in a soft but flirtatious tone that makes Penny’s face even redder than it already is. Her burning embarrassment was not helped by the fact Whitley was most likely being honest to a point but phrasing it suggestively to rile her up. Not wanting risqué thoughts permeating her mind during patrol Penny decides it’s time to end the call before she lost her sanity to Whitley’s teasing completely.

Penny: We’ll talk about this more later. I need to get dressed and ready for work soon.

Whitley: Already? But we haven’t even picked a location yet.

Penny: Which is why we’ll talk about this more later.

She states firmly, not letting Whitley even attempt to extend the conversation any further. Whitley sighs at her obstinate tone and relents.

Whitley: Fine. But I will call you back around lunchtime. Take care and stay safe for me.

Penny: I will, see you soon Whitley.

They wave at each other through the screen then hang up. Now alone Penny slouches down against the wall and lets out a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding.

They had decided the morning after Whitley’s grand escape that Whitley would use his backup scroll to keep in touch with her and that he would only visit if his father was out for a long enough period that he could sneak out and get back unnoticed. That and Penny had to escort him to and from the subway every time. It had only been a week, but they had already gotten into a rhythm of video chatting first thing in the morning, again before bed, and sometimes in the afternoon if Whitley could find some time to be alone to call her. And though Penny loved seeing him so bright and happy in the morning and wispy and drowsy before they say their good nights to each other she couldn’t help but worry about the underlying issues that lead to this situation. Whitley had to be careful when calling her, so no one heard and reported it to Jacques. He was also planning multiple ways of escaping his own home as if he were a convict on the run. And finally, he couldn't tell anyone in his own home of his newfound joy for fear of punishment. What kind of punishment Whitley won’t say but the way he looked when he dodged the question made it seem like he couldn’t say without some kind of mental trauma.

Penny loved him so much but knowing how much he had to endure and overcome to be with her made her heart ache. As a born and crafted protector being unable to help him better or escape his circumstances more than a temporary retreat made Penny feel so helpless. Though that protectiveness only reminded her of the other big issue in their relationship.

Getting up and going to her closet, Penny grabs a set of her everyday clothes and heads to the bathroom. She washes her face and brushes her teeth but as she pulls off her nightgown to change, she looks back into the bathroom mirror. She was at just the right angle to see that the outlet for her charging plug was still open. Her shoulders tense and the hole closes in on itself seamlessly, leaving no indication that it had ever been there to begin with. It was a special type of nanotechnology; Penny had been a lifelong test subject of creating a human skin for cybernetics. The research had come a long way over the years and now Penny was nearly indistinguishable from any normal human woman. Even her internal works were almost identical to any girl her age, minus a few small organs and add components. Physical she was exactly what she was made to be, an artificial human being. With a soul and mind of her own, allowed free will by design, she existed on the same level as everyone else born in Remnant. But still, Penny was a creation of humanity, a warrior made of the finest materials, and no amount of similarity to the beings she was modeled after could change that fact. A fact the young man she loved so dearly had no knowledge of.

Penny: Maybe I should tell him the truth. He should know all the facts about me and what I am after everything he’s done to be with me. If I don’t then things might-

As Penny thinks she recalls the fairytale Mary read to her, recalled all the pain and loneliness Whitley went through before they meet. And most vividly she recalls the question she couldn’t answer when Mary prompted her on her morality.

Mary: How can you say you truly care for him when your identity to him is a lie?

Her words ring in Penny’s mind filling her with guilt and shame. She shakes her head, trying to chase away the maid’s cold words but the doubt has already settled into her heart.

Penny: No! It’s too soon! It’s too sensitive a topic to talk about this early! And It’s classified information I shouldn’t be speaking about with a civilian! Especially without permission!

She thinks as she discards her pajamas and puts on her blouse, justifying her inaction to herself before refocusing on her primary task. It was quite ironic in a way that the incredibly honest android could dance around the truth in her own head so easily. Pushing aside the uncomfortable subject Penny gets dressed and does her hair before heading back to her room. She picks up her essentials, backpack, scroll, and the like, then takes a moment to pick out a brooch to wear for the day. Choosing practicality over presentation, she wears her old brooch then heads downstairs for breakfast.

Pietro had worked late on some modifications to the large mecha stationed at the kingdom’s border and little sleep that night. But out of habit he had awakened up on time and make breakfast before heading right back to bed without actually eating any of it. It was a simple dish, a pot of cream of wheat left still cooling on the stove, to which Penny helped herself to a bowl, putting the rest away for her dad to finish later. It had just cooled down from being too hot to eat and the top layer had solidified enough to trap the remaining heat. Sat at the table bowl in front of her, Penny dogs her spoon into the soft porridge. Steam bellowed from the crack in the creamy porridge’s surface and from the spoon as she raised the utensil to her mouth to take her first bite. The top was slightly chewy, but the rest was creamy, warm, and soft, the taste of wheat, milk, sugar, and a hint of cinnamon speared through Penny’s mouth. It was a cozy taste, one that warmed people up and helped carry the anxiety and worry about the day to come away. And by the time Penny finishes she’s completely distracted herself from her early anxious musings as is ready to go to work. Cleaning her dishes and putting her boots on by the door, Penny gives one last look around the ground floor before heading out.

Walking the streets, assisting with arrests, helping children and elders across the road, and aiding emergency responders, nothing was out of the ordinary for Penny as she went about her patrol. At least until she spots a case of public intoxication right around the corner of one of the local dive bars. This particular instance was of a young man, most like in his early twenties, slumped against the building still dressed in what appeared to be a factory work suit. He looked weary and bleak, with dark bags under his eyes and the musk of liquor, sweat, and vomit wafting from him with the thickness of a skunk’s spray.

But he was unarmed and showed no outward hostility, so Penny approaches him cautiously walking towards him slowly and sitting down beside him. She stays silent, allowing him time to notice her presence and look in her direction. Their eyes lock and Penny gives him a cheery wave before greeting him.

Penny: Good morning, Sir.

She says with a bright smile, the young man next to her doesn’t react to the warm greeting. This doesn’t dissuade Penny and she continues the exchange by introducing herself.

Penny: My name is Penny Polendina, I’m one of the soldiers assigned to patrol the city. What’s your name?

She asks politely, the man tenses at the mention of Penny’s occupation and stays quiet for a while. But eventually, he calms as Penny doesn’t display any of the hostility or sternness most associated with the armed forces. Having nothing to gain and nothing to lose, he lowers his head to avoid her gaze before telling her his name.

Franklin: Franklin…my name’s Franklin.

He’s so quiet it comes out as a soft whisper, but Penny still hears it and smiles at his cooperation. With the introduction out of the way Penny persists, making small talk and asking Franklin some leading questions to uncover how he ended up in this state.

Penny: Nice to meet you, Franklin. It’s a lovely day, isn’t it? The sky is clear, and the temperature is relatively high for this area of Solitas.

Franklin:…Yeah, I guess.

Penny: Indeed. So, how has your morning been so far? Mornings with clear skies are often more pleasant due to the higher volume of sunlight! At least for people who like sunshine, others not so much.

She jokes awkwardly, hoping some humor would lift the mood more. Franklin looks at her puzzled by her chatter and replies nonchalantly.

Franklin: ..It’s been..fine.

Penny: Really? It doesn’t seem like it.

Franklin: What do you mean?

Penny: Well, from my perspective sitting on the ground next to a building clearly inebriated before noon doesn’t come across as a good way to start the day.

That statement shocks Frankie out of the drowsiness and he looks at her like a deer in headlights.

Franklin: Wh-you-D-Do I look really that fucked up?

Penny: A little but the smell was also a contributing factor.

Franklin: Oh, fuck my life.

The young man hangs his head in shame, embarrassed that a kid had seen him acting so sloppy that she felt the need to check up on him. As if the night before hadn’t been bad enough now he was getting pity from a little girl in a puffy skirt. How pathetic.

Franklin: God, I’m so fucking stupid.

He throws his hands in his face, trying to hide the tears forming in his eyes. Penny almost instinctively pats his back as he silently cries, a small act of comfort in what was clearly a trying time for him. After a while, Franklin collects himself and explains how he ended up in this state.

Franklin: Sorry about..all that. It’s just that things haven’t been too great for me lately. The steel plant I work at’s been getting product stolen off us for weeks and people are starting to get worried for their jobs and their safety. This week has been worse yet.

Penny: What happened?

Franklin: I was in the loading dock when the last time they got in, and shit got ugly. My buddy was closest to the hauler when they took it and got messed up real bad.

Penny: Oh no! Is he..was he critically injured?

Penny questions sympathetically, heart growing uneasy as the situation sounds unfortunately familiar. Franklin shakes his head and proceeds with his story.

Franklin: No, but his leg got messed up trying to dodge something he couldn’t see. Him and a bunch of others on the loading crew had to go to the hospital and’ll be out for a while. Now we’re short-staffed, some of us got to work double to cover for it, even though we could just LOSE EVERYTHING ALL OVER AGAIN AND I-I…I just need to get my mind off this shit for a day.

He slumps further down, resting his head on his knees, as he sobers up to the unaddressed stressors he’d drowned away in alcohol. The stress he was now spewing to a cheery child in the middle of the morning. It’s humiliating but still, Franklin couldn’t keep this in anymore.

Franklin: I drank too much, ran my mouth to the wrong person, and got thrown out here. Now I’m whining to a kid on the street like a dumb drunk.

Penny: You’re not a dumb drunk, Franklin. Just a very stressed young man who’s made some poor decisions while seeking relief. Which includes public intoxication.

Franklin: Oh shit, really? Come on man.

Penny: But since you aren’t being a public nuisance or danger and this is the first time I’ve seen you here it would be excessive to site you for it.

Franklin pulls his head up and stares at Penny with hopeful eyes.

Franklin: S-so you’re not gonna-

Penny: No, not today at least.

A weak smile forms on the man’s face as for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he’d been given some grace.

Franklin: Thank you, Ma’am. I don’t know what I would’ve done if-

Penny: But-

She cuts him off, Franklin shrinking back a little at the prospect of this free chance having a catch. Penny notes his nervousness and quickly continues to lull the situation down.

Penny: You can’t stay here, and I don’t want to see you here again. There’s a library not far from here a safe space for homeless and lost people to rest for a few hours. Go take a nap and get the rest of the alcohol out of your systems then go home, okay?

Franklin: B-but I haven’t been to a library since I was a kid. I got no clue where to go.

Penny: Oh. Well then-

Penny stands back up, dust herself off then offers a hand to Franklin, the morning sun beaming down on her forming an almost halo-like ring.

Penny: I’ll just have to lead you there.

Franklin takes her hand and Penny pulls him to his feet, leading him away from the bar and toward the library. By the time they part ways, Penny realizes the detour made her miss her break time. She signs, a little disappointed at the missed rest time, but marches along without a second thought. Continuing her patrol delighted by the knowledge she’s helped someone down on their luck.

By lunchtime, Penny’s arrived at the Huntsman and Military Academy and is ready to take her first real break of the day. Heading to the cafeteria, she passes by many huntsmen in training on their way to class or walking in the same direction. Some wave to her, others give her a quick hello, and a few look a little intimidated by her presence. Penny just waves back and greets them warmly as she enters the cafeteria. Getting in line with the other students and waiting patiently for her turn to order, lets her arm sway slightly at her side with every step forward. When she’s finally at the counter Penny picks a tray and utensils then looks at the selection of sustenance on offer. Depending on the day and time some foods would be low in stock, high, completely gone, or replaced with something else entirely. This and the creativity of the cooks meant the menu was always changing and that meant Penny always found something need to try every day. Looking at the spread, which was separated by food group, Penny decides to be adventurous and get a little of everything. Looking up from the food to the cafeteria worker, Ms. Asa, Penny gives her a winning smile as she greets her.

Penny: Good afternoon, Ms. Asa.

Ms. Asa: Hello Penny, what would you like to eat today?

Penny: I’d like on serving of kimchi fried rice, a serving of steamed aubergine, a fruit salad cup, and a small piece of the rotisserie chicken. Oh! And a pudding cup, please.

Ms. Asa chuckles and shakes her head before grabbing the tray from Penny and filling it up. The first time she was here it came as a bit of a surprise as most who knew the girl was a robot had no idea she could eat, nor that she had such a healthy appetite. Frankly, she was no different than most active huntresses but still, her enthusiasm for food was adorable and was just what the grizzled old lunch lady needed during her shift. When she’s got everything, the girl asked for on the tray, she sides it back to her and motions to the next student to step up as Penny takes her food and moves down the line.

Grabbing a cup of iced water to go with her meal, Penny strides around the cafeteria until she finds the door to the outdoor seating area. Usually, she’d be all for sitting among the students and socializing while she ate but not today. Today she had some special company to keep during her lunch break. Sitting down at one of the metal picnic tables a bit further from the cafeteria, Penny sets down her food and drink then takes off her backpack just as her scroll starts to ring. She places her bag firmly on the ground then takes out her scroll and props it up as she sits down. Adjusting the angle of the camera until she and her lunch are in proper view of the viewfinder before finally answering the video call. Soon the visage of Whitley sitting in one of the libraries in his home, tucked in a corner most would most likely not see if they weren’t actively looking for it. He waves to her with his free hand, and she waves back as their afternoon call commences.

Whitley: Hello again.

Penny: Hi, did you finish all your work?

Whitley: For the moment, but I still have some calls to make and invoices to review so I can’t be long.

Penny: Aw.

Penny pouted, she hated how much Whitley worked especially since he also studied and ran the manor when his father wasn’t around. It always meant their time was short and he was always stressed even if he hide it well.

Penny: Please tell me you’ve at least eat something before you called me.

She questions, hoping her love had remembered to do the bare minimum to care for himself while she wasn’t within sight.

Whitley: Yes, I had a cold club sandwich and a glass of mineral water.

Penny: Is that all?

Whitley: Unfortunately.

Penny: Whitley!

She whines, frustrated by causal his admittance.

Penny: You know you can’t keep doing this! Your metabolism is too fast for you to eat so little; you need to eat more, or you’ll end up malnourished!

Whitley: I know, and I’ll be sure to eat well the next time I come see you.

Penny: That’s not the point. You should be eating adequately even when we’re not together!

Whitley: But I just can’t help it, food taste so much better with you around. Your presence just nurtures my appetite. In more ways than one.

He muses sweetly with a smirk and wink, bringing the argument to a full stop as Penny breaks out into a blush for the second time today. Whitley chuckles at her adorable, flustered face, breaking the tension, and Penny eventually cracks a smile. Founding the humor in how easily Whitley got her again and happy to see her prince smiling just as easily. With the mood lift Whitley picks up the conversation.

Whitley: Now if we’re done with the topic of my lunch, I’m really interested in the colorful spread you’ve picked up. Looks like you have a taste of every kingdom on your plate.

Penny: Incorrect, I only have dishes from three out of the four kingdoms. I’m missing Vacuo.

Whitley: Oh pity, it would’ve been a treat to watch you react to the flavor differences.

Penny: I know but three of four is still a good ratio for trying new things.

She states with a smile before digging her fork into the rice and taking a bite. Whitley’s eyes widen as he recognizes the redness of the dish and tries to warn her.

Whitley: W-wait, don’t start with that!

Penny looks at him through the scroll screen quizzically until the lovely sour taste of the pickled cabbage is suddenly overpowered by burning spice! Penny yanks the fork out of her mouth and sticks her tongue, trying to keep the burning from spreading. Seeking relief, Penny grabs the fruit cup and sips some of the juice to quell the heat, much to the horror of Whitley.

Whitley: No! That won’t-

But before he could finish his warning it's too late, the burn spreads through Penny’s mouth as she swallows the juice! Causing her to slam the small fruit cup onto the table as she begins flailing!

Penny: HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT!

She cries, this newly found pain reaction making her panic and once again seek the most obvious option to alleviate it by drinking her water. She takes a big gulp, washing away most of the spice down her throat. Most of the tingle in her mouth is gone but still remains in the back of her throat, burning slightly every time she breaths but is much less painful than earlier. Penny lets out a few short coughs from the irritation before finally calming from the onslaught of spice.

Whitley: So, I take it you’re not a fan of spicy food.

He jokes but Penny shoots him a hard glare and the entire incident is overlooked immediately as they move on with their conversation. During this Penny vents about what happened to Franklin and her frustration with the state of Mantle’s factory workers.

Penny: He wasn’t even in the direct path of the thieves but still he and many of his co-workers are dealing with the fallout of it!

Whitley: And there are still no clues as to where they’ve been hiding the stolen shipments?

Penny: No. There has been no sign of any of the materials being smuggled out, resold, or even destroyed! They just vanished along with the thieves who leave a trail of destruction in their wake every single time!

Penny almost shouts as she stabs into her chicken and cuts out a bite. As she huffily stuffs her face, Whitley ponders the thefts and the oddity of the ongoing heist.

Whitley: They’ve taken a hefty amount of high-grade materials, disturbed an enormous contact between multiple powerful companies, and made themselves enemies of the state by taking from the military, not to mention all the harms they’ve caused to both civilians and soldiers. And yet, they’ve done absolutely nothing with the spoils of their heist? Strange.

The unusual nature of the situation confuses Whitley and as he contempts possible motives behind the crime he glances at the time and realizes it’s getting close to 2 p.m.

Whitley: Oh dear, seems like I’ve run out of time.

Penny stops eating and swallows before setting her utensils down with a pout.

Penny: Already?

Whitley: Afraid so. Don’t worry I’ll still call you again before bed tonight.

Penny: Promise?

Whitley: Of course, how else am I supposed to have good dreams without your beautiful voice lulling me to sleep?

He says, jokingly propping his head on his hand and closing his eyes to mimic sleep. Penny giggles at the display and then reaches over to the end call button.

Penny: Okay, see you tonight.

Whitley: See you.

He waves to her as Penny hangs up and resumes eating her lunch. She avoids the rice for a while until it’s the only thing left on the tray besides the pudding. Not wanting to be wasteful Penny had to pair the spice rice with gulps of water just to get it all down, only knowing true relief once she has a spoonful full of sweet milk chocolate pudding. The comfort from the dulling spice and sweetness of soft treat makes it extra delicious. When the pudding’s gone Penny wipes her mouth with a napkin, dumps her trash, puts her tray into wash bin before heading to the training center to start the next part of her day. The rest of her afternoon is spent watching over the sessions of many huntsmen, both in training and professional, and reset the room to suit each teams need or requested difficulty.

During this she gets a text from Neon, asking how she’s doing and if she needs some company over the weekend to help with her whole “lost love” situation. Penny looks at the text intensely as she realizes the possible predicaments that could arise from this.

Penny: I need to find a way to tell her about him without revealing Whitley’s identity or lying before she tricks me into telling her or starts stalking me over it.

Penny thought as she types back a noncommittal response to keep her at bay for a day or two. She continues on with her work until it’s time to depart to the outpost to fill out her daily reports. With the day being a calmer one Penny doesn’t have to stay too long and rounds out her documentation in less than an hour. Clocked out for the day Penny heads home smiling gingerly as the sun sets on the horizon. When she arrives home, she is welcomed back with the sight of her dad at the dinner table and a takeout bag. Seems Pietro had needed more rest than he’d thought and couldn’t muster up the strength to cook. No problem, Penny never minded a substation as long as she had her dad and a good meal to share.

After dinner and talking about each other’s day, Penny helps clear the table before going upstairs to unwind. Some little reading and weapon cleaning takes up much of her downtown before her nightly shower. After which she brushes her teeth, and changes into pajamas before plopping down on her bed and staring at her scroll. She fidgets around as she waits for Whitley’s return call, checking her face and teeth for food residue or grime through the camera app a few times as she sits. Until finally, after many painstaking minutes, she gets the video call. Penny picks up immediately and almost squeals at the sight of Whitley in his pajamas and towering off his wet hair. His skin seemed aglow from the recent bathing, steaming still tricking off him. The edges of his carefully brushed hair had curled upward after being drenched from a good wash.

Penny: So cute!!!

Penny loved seeing him like this but was also frustrated by it. It was just so unfair for him to look so cute like that and be so far away! And since it was right after a shower his hair would be soft and fluffy when it dried and the lingering scent of his body wash and shampoo would make him smell especially good too! At this very moment, Whitley Schnee was at his absolute most cuddlable and Penny couldn’t be there to hold him!

Penny: I wanna hug him. I wanna snuggle and cuddle him up so bad!!!

She thinks enthusiastically, grabbing one of her pillows and giving it a good squeeze to help suppress her hug craving.

Whitley: Uh, Penny?

Their gaze met as Whitley finishes drying off his hair and rests the towel on his shoulders.

Whitley: What are you doing, love?

Penny: Hugging.

Whitley: I can see that, but why are you hugging a pillow? And so tight?

He asks with a chuckle and Penny responds matter of factly.

Penny: Because I want to hug you.

Whitley: Excuse me?

For the first time today, Whitley’s face goes bright red as he gets flustered by Penny’s bluntness. The blush goes beyond his face, as his ears, neck, and the top of his shoulders become rosy. Penny takes in his disposition and decides to enact a little counterattack for the day’s teasing.

Penny: I said I want to hug you. But I can’t right now so I’m hugging this pillow and I’ll keep hugging it until I can hug you again.

Penny states with a cheeky grin as she pulls the pillow closer, holding it right on top of her chest. Whitley averts his gaze, trying to hide the ting of jealousy he felt for the little square of cotton and stuffing laying where his head should be, and attempts to redirect the conversation before he loses his cool.

Whitley: I-I see. W-well I hope you plan on showing the same affection you’re giving that silly cushion.

Penny: No.

Whitley freezes, a little taken aback by her answer. A look of confusion and annoyance flashes on Whitley’s face as he internally questions why a pillow was suddenly entitled to more love than him! But his thoughts are cut short as Penny continues.

Penny: This is just a substitute to keep me calm for a while. It’s a limiter, so when I see you again, I’ll be able to unleash all my restrained cuddling desire onto you! Just like you said I could!

Penny cheers, reminding Whitley of the sly promise he’d made that very morning in his bout of playful teasing. Whitley himself looked a bit shocked at how easily she’d used his own words against him like that. But then again, it was he who had taught her that like trick hadn’t it?

Whitley: A-Ah, right. I did say something like that, didn’t I?

Penny: Yes, you did. So be prepared because I’m not holding back when I see you again!

She says cheerfully and without a hint of shame, making Whitley blush even brighter. From the tips of his ears to the top of his chest, the boy was red as a fresh cherry. Complete and utterly defeated by his precious lover in another round of flirting.

Whitley: I-I’ll ready myself for the onslaught. Now, how was your day?

Knowing when to back down Whitley backs off from the flirtation and the conversation turns into more mundane topics. They chat about nothing and everything until Whitley starts to get drowsy, deep yawns alerting him to his body’s need for rest. He tries to push past the tiredness and stay on the line, but Penny insists he goes to sleep immediately for the good of his health. Too tired and too in love to fight her on it, Whitley bids Penny goodbye for the night.

Whitley: Good night, my love. Sleep tight and have sweet dreams.

Penny: I’ll try, good night Whitley.

He blows her a kiss before hanging up and Penny plugs in her scroll then herself. She wraps herself in her covers and gets into a cozy position before drifting off into slumber. Though things had not returned back to normal like she wanted, Penny’s day-to-day had changed for the better in many ways. And hopefully, if she kept working hard things would one day return to a more comfortable and safer situation for everyone in the kingdom. But until then she would take life day by day, holding on to its joys and hurdles as they came.

#rwby fanfiction #fanfic #penny polendina #rwby #beta testers #fanfiction #whitley schnee #angst #fluff #cute #broken machines

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ablogwithoutacause · 2 months

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You never watched Mi Familia with me. I understand it was painful. The complication in birth scene. The negative traits many of the characters had. I understand, but to me It’s a beautiful picture that depicts how we don’t get to choose what family we’re born into. But we have a choice, and we decide if we make it. I’m living something of a movie… a “Mi Familia” movie.

My anxiety attacks seem to be persistent but I work on them day to day to not let them control me. Today at work I did what you told me. Another sleepless night. Eight circles, one for every hour I was obliged to be there. As every hour passed, a circle was filled in. I do something similar for my daily push ups. Each circle represents a set of ten. Every day five circles are filled. I got through the day. Over thirty hours went by and I found myself at home. Anxious, worried that no matter how many times i closed my eyes, it was as my eyelids were held open by compressed springs ready to release back into an open coil. I was worried another anxiety attack was coming. My heart beat would not subdue to a controlled THun-thUN... no matter how many times I controlled my breathing. My cousin Tony told me this, "Being alone is real, getting lost in your head is real. Anyone can be a tough guy, a bad guy. But no matter how big, how strong that man is to the open eye... when the door closes, and the lights turn off... that's when it gets scary." Tony was locked up for over a year. He was a tweety bird in a cage... and probably came close to losing his mind more than a couple of times.

At this point I'm writing just to write. To clear my mind. To empty out my heavy load into the vast yet complex "inner-webz". I see it as doing something with my time. Investing energy into something else. shifting inertia from one object to another. My mind was yet again filled with unnecessary thoughts. Each thought, a crab in a bucket (my mind). Just as one wanted to escape, the others brought it down and the pressure, the space not being relieved of worry.

I spoke to my mother for over an hour on the phone. That was enough to allow me to sleep a few hours. I woke up a bit refreshed. Nothing replenishing, but just enough fuel to get me to the next town. My dinner was a pimped out yakisoba maruchan... As the noodles softened in boiling water... I heated up chopped leftover chicken with raw garlic and onions. After the chicken was hot and the onions were glazing, I drained the water from the noodles and threw them in the casserole with the chicken and the members of the allium family. I poured the yakisoba sauce in, and cracked an egg in there. It was very savory and masked the generic instant noodle taste. I wish i had some bell peppers in the fridge. that would've pieced it all together for me.

To accompany the dinner, I made a chamomile and cinnamon tea, lightly sweetened with honey from Zacatecas. My mom had told me to have a spoonful of honey to help relax and go to sleep. I then spoke to my older brother... we're worried for the youngest. He expressed to me how just as he was once worried for me, now I am worrying for the youngest. He handed me the big brother belt i had long refused to wear. Now I have put a distance between the youngest and I, a distance which would be used as a pneumatic tube system, like those in bank drive-thrus. Only respect and wisdom would be passed on from me to him. His break-up with your sister is promoting him to engage in behaviors that are concerning. Again... reminding me of Chucho from Mi Familia.

Now... It is time to attempt to sleep again... since I am scheduled to work in less than 5 hours. I have no control over what I dream. These stress related dreams are no good for my waking life. This will be my next task. Controlling how I react to said disturbing dreams. I don't want to be afraid of what is healthy for me... sleep. I miss you, I learn from you daily. I wish you were here. And because I want you here, I will do everything in my power to have you here. Love you.

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Xiao: Fainting HCS

FUCK. I FORGOT TO POST THIS EARLIER. AHHHH. I HAVE WORK IN LIKE 2 MINUTES SO I’LL BE BACK TO REPLY TO EVERYONE.

Hey anon! So sorry it took me forever to finish writing this but good luck if you’re planning on pulling Xiao. I really wanted to finish writing this fic as an offering to the gacha gods that c1 xiao wants to bless me (even tho that’s not gonna happen). But good luck to everyone rolling today^^.

Disclaimer: I have not watch anything about Xiao because my hype can only take so much. This was written before 1.3. So if I get anything wrong or I’m missing something. That’s why.

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Can I just say how far Xiao has come in my writing since the first part of the semi series? Sniff, feel like we’re making character development for a character that’s not even out yet. I can’t wait for mihoyo to take my HCS and rip them apart.

Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ]

[Masterlist]

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Xiao: Fainting HCS

Instant panic mode engaged. If you’ve ever doubted his adepti power of swiftness you’re about to be mistaken. He’s noticed that you seem a bit out of it but brushed it off as you being tired from your recent journey. If there was anything bothering you, you would tell him. But as he turned around to greet you back, it seems like time is slowing down for him. He sees how your eyes glazed over and become unfocused. The muscles in your body snap and you drop to the ground. He can feel his blood run cold as past memories that have been waiting to jump at him suddenly claw at him but he doesn’t even register them. He’s already running towards you.

He’s already caught you in his arms before you can even meet the wooden floor. His brain is racing as he quickly checks your pulse to make sure you didn’t suffer from a heart attack or a curse. He makes a quick search over your body to check for any injuries, he can already feel the red hot iron of anger fill his system at the thought of someone trying to take advantage of you or threaten you. He’s usually logical in these types of situations, even the death of Rex Lapis didn’t shock him this much, but he’s been battling his conflicting feelings ever since he met you. But now that he’s finally accepted you and himself, he wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you. His mind flashes to Guizhong before he shakes away the thought.

It doesn’t occur to him that you might be sick as he tries to shake you awake. Whatever teachings Guizhong and Morax have taught him fly out the window as he holds you so close to his chest, he’s pretty sure his grip on you is bruising. He knew mortal souls weren’t as strong as adepti and staying around one might cause sickness or even worse- death. Was this his fault? He can feel the drop in his stomach as he tries to reign in his emotions and powers, not here.

Verr almost screams when Xiao breaks the wooden ceilings and lands in front of her. She’s scared that there was a monster outbreak or something was wrong with Xiao before she notices your passed out form in his arms. As much as she likes to joke around and thinks your relationship with Xiao is cute, she knows that if anything came to seriously harm you she wouldn’t able to calm Xiao before he goes on a rampage. You mean so much to him and he hasn’t opened his heart to anyone except you.

She can tell he’s nearly past his breaking point as he looks at her with dilated eyes as he asks, no commands, her to help you. It’s such whiplash to her. Xiao’s always been polite and reserved that she almost forgets he used to be a demon slaying Yaksha, but this isn’t the time for her to worry about that. She quickly leads him to the backroom since there’s no way Xiao wouldn’t bite any hand that comes near you. Bless Verr’s heart since this isn’t the first time she’s had to handle Xiao’s outbreaks that she manages to save face and contact a doctor that was staying at the inn to look at you. She does feel a bit bad for the doctor who looks like he’s about to piss himself in fear as Xiao growls and watches the doctors every move with piercing yellow eyes.

Xiao is still wary when the doctor and Verr try to calm him down and examine you more closely, always flinching back whenever their hands get too close to you, letting out a dangerous hiss whenever there’s the slightest twitch of discomfort in your face when the doctor feels your heated forehead. As soon as the doctor concludes that you’ve been sick for the past few days and your body just needs to heal itself and recharge, the tension on Xiao’s shoulder loosens and the suffocating aura that’s been filling the room slowly filters out. Verr can’t help but sigh in relief but can’t bring herself to scold Xiao for breaking the inns roof as she watches him look over your form with worried eyes as he softly nudges your cheek. He’s still holding you but his grip has loosen slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. He breathes a sigh of relief as he rubs small circles in your hand. Xiao’s never been the most affectionate or shown to be the most caring but you’ve seriously scared him. She quietly leaves him be and closes the door as she begins to prepare to fix the damages.

Xiao never leaves your side as he waits for you to wake up. He can’t help but berate himself for not confronting you. The doctor said you would be fine but he can’t but imagine your body falling in a more violent scene. He quickly shakes those thoughts away as he paces around the room, sits besides you, then goes back to pacing. Usually he would go on a walk or beat his aggression out but he doesn’t want to leave you alone should you awake early.

Xiao doesn’t ramble about his day while you’re asleep, instead he just observes your features and the small movements you make to remind him that you’re okay. How your chest moves up and down as you breath or how your eyes sometimes scrunch in sleep. You’ve made him almost trip when you did it the first time since he thought you were waking up. He can’t help but think back to his fellow Yaksha’s and what they would say if they saw the way he was acting now.

Since his panic attack has mostly subsided he’s found himself growing more curious. He’s still worried about you but he’s managed to reason with himself that you’re okay, just sick which he’s going to scold you a bit for when you awake, so he softly brushes his fingers across your face. Before snatching his hand away in embarrassment. What the hell is he doing? Guizhong would slap him sideways if she saw him now. He huffs at himself as he deflates a little and rests his head on the bed beside your head. He’s patient. He will wait when your ready to wake up.

When you suddenly gain consciousness, it feels as if the entire world is weighing you down. You slowly blink open your eyes to see a worried Xiao hovering over you, his hands awkwardly in the air since he’s not sure if it’s okay to touch you.

“How are you feeling?” Xiao asks as his eyes dart all over the place before resting on your face. You’re still a bit out of it but you can tell he must have been really worried. You try to give him a small smile but with how scuffy you feel you can bet it’s not a pretty picture.

“Like I got slammed with one of Zhongli’s meteors,” you tried to laughed before coughing as Xiao quickly pressed a cup of water to your lips. Slowly letting you drink and calm down.

“If you have time to make jokes then you’re alright” Xiao sighs before his features change slightly. His eyes glaze over in concern as a small frown appears. He really does look like a kicked kitten as he slumps over as the stress finally lifts as he feels your hand softly run through his hair.

“Sorry,” you say, he must have been so stressed out while you were passed out for him to look so exhausted. He simply nudges into your hand before turning his face to kiss your palm,

“There’s no need for apologies. I’m...just glad you’re okay,” Xiao mumbles before he’s back to pressing his head into your stomach. You can’t help but smile delicately as you reach over and bring Xiao up with you until he’s lying over you as you hug him gently. There’s a bit of shuffling before you’re able to spoon him as he let’s himself relax after the two day panic attack he just went through.

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When you’ve fully recovered Xiao seems to hover around you a bit more. Well not a bit, a lot more, but no one has the heart to tell him that. It’s actually kind of adorable seeing the aloof and reserved adepti seem to follow you around like a loss duckling. Making sure you’re okay and you’re not overworking yourself. He still keeps his tough demeanor but you seriously gave him a big scare.

When Zhongli and Childe come over for their weekly visits of tea, they were aware that Xiao had locked himself in a room to watch over you and anyone that even stepped near the door would be skewered with a spear - and Verr would make them pay for the damages (Zhongli) and whatever consequences Xiao saw fit (Childe) - but they are happy to see you’re okay. You all fall back into your usual rhythm of conversation or Childe trying to get a rise out of Xiao while you and Zhongli talk about how lovely the weather’s been.

Zhongli let’s you in on some details that Xiao or Verr never mentioned while Childe and Xiao are fighting about who knows what. How Xiao wouldn’t leave your side or that he resembled a kicked kitten as he nudged your hand when he thought no one was looking. He offers you some medicine herbs to help with exhaustion and to take care of yourself. Likewise, to give Xiao some pain medication on his behalf. You’re one of the few good things in Xiao’s life and he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.

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Hmm. I didn’t mean to but I totally believe in the dad zhongli train and I think Zhongli basically just gave you his blessing? Maybe I’m thinking too hard on this haha.

Maybe this is better? Trying to figure out writing styles are hard. Either way, I’m never gonna end up kicking my paragraph HCS habit haha. If you couldn’t tell, I really like feral protective but lowkey vulnerable types (coughrazorcough). Xiao is so OOC at this point I don’t even know how to fix it. Please come home Xiao.

(Edit: FUCK YEAH HE CAME HOME WITH DILUC. WE 90ED THIS BITCH AND IM ABOUT TO MAX HIS TALENTS. ILL SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL (since people have been asking) WHEN I GET BACK FROM WORK)

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wkemeup · 3 years

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favorite fanfic trope: enemies to lovers but it's the moment when their tension is at its peak 😈

title: The Mess I Made - submitted by anon summary: you may not be on the best terms with Bucky Barnes, but it doesn't stop you from coming to his defense prompt: “Did anyone ever tell you how pathetic you are? It’s incredible how low my standards are for you.” / multiple requests for enemies to lovers word count: 1.5k a/n: enemies to lovers is already tough for me and to do it in drabble form is impossible for me because it requires a slow burn, but I did my best!!

You were on your way to the tower's gym when you heard Bucky’s voice echo from the end of the hall. Towel swung over your shoulder, headphones barely even grazed your ears as you paused, turning down the music. Bucky’s shadow danced over the walls as his run his hands through his hair. A woman’s shadow emerged next to him, her heels clicking against the tiles.

You rolled your eyes. Bucky’s latest string of conquests were an inconvenience at best. His pathetic attempt to rekindle whatever version of himself he idolized from the forties in the form of cheap, meaningless hookups was just another reason you made every effort to steer clear of Barnes. His seemingly indifference towards you made easy to do so.

Steve wouldn’t let it go – his questioning of why the two of you could never get along. It wasn’t that you hated Barnes. You didn’t know him well enough to hate him. You just didn’t care for what you saw. He was guarded and cold. Condescending and arrogant. Half the time, you barely believed Steve’s stories of Bucky’s charming days in the forties. The rare moments you caught his smile, it looked forced. It barely touched his eyes and he wore a mask to bring home women who spent their nights admiring an arm he would not allow them to touch.

The rare moments you thought you saw something genuine in him, he’d lashed out. The cracks in his foundation breaking through the surface in the screams at the night of dead of night, flinching at loud noises, the easy transition to taking orders and losing himself for the briefest of moments.

You’d made the mistake once of trying to comfort him. His eyes had glazed over in the middle of a conversation. There were dozens of agents around for the annual holiday party and Bucky was in another world entirely. His pupils were dilated, his hands shaking as he closed them to fists. You never learned what triggered it, but the moment you laid a gentle hand upon his forearm, Bucky had you in a chokehold.

It took both Sam and Tony’s strength to wield Bucky away from you, all while he was practically foaming at the mouth, screaming at you to never touch him again. He was rabid as Sam and Tony struggled to hold him back. The whole party stopped to watch the scene unfold – as Bucky hurtled countless insults at you.

He was drinking Thor’s liquor. He had to have been. Half of what he said that night barely made any sense. None it worth the audacity to lay a hand upon his arm to draw him back from wherever his mind had taken him. Perhaps, if you weren’t so thoroughly humiliated, you might have considered as much.

But what he said that night stayed with you and you never let it go.

“Why don’t you stay, sweetheart?” Bucky’s voice carried down the hall.

You tapped your foot impatiently at the elevators, desperate for an escape before he turned the corner. You noticed the woman’s heels were still clicking on the floors. She hadn’t stopped.

“Let me take you for breakfast, at least,” Bucky asked, a nervousness in his voice you didn’t recognize. He cleared his throat. “I was thinking we could—”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” The clicking ceased and you watched as the woman’s shadow placed a hand on Bucky’s chest, stilling him in an instant. “I thought you knew what this was.”

“I did. I do, but,” Bucky started, running a hand through his hair. You’d never seen him act this way before – so unsure of himself. The elevator doors open and closed as you watched his shadow sway on his heels. “I just... I want to try something different. Something... real and I thought, since we had a nice night together you might...”

“What?” the woman scoffed. “You thought I would want to date you?”

Bucky stiffened. Even his shadow appeared to mask into stone. Dread curdled in your stomach and you found yourself inching down the hall, approaching the shadows.

“Listen,” the woman crooned, “you were great last night and sleeping with the Winter Soldier is a hell of a story, but you’re not exactly... relationship material.”

You froze, stunned.

Bucky awkward cleared his throat. “I-I know, and I’m working on that. I just thought—”

“Oh my God, take the hint!” the woman exclaimed and you flinched in time with Bucky’s shadow against the wall. “Did anyone ever tell you how pathetic you are? Clearly all I wanted was a good lay. I thought I wouldn’t have to worry about this clingy shit with the Winter Soldier for Christ's sake. It’s incredible how low my standards were for you.”

“What the hell is your problem?”

You rounded the corner, tossing your workout gear aside as you came face to face with the woman. She was a beautiful as the rest of them were – tall, stunning, probably one of the models you’ve seen on runways or on magazines. But her eyes were unkind, and dismissive.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” she spat, shoving past your shoulder and heading to the elevator. You moved to block her when you felt the cold grasp of vibranium curl around your wrist, yanking you out of her path.

“Hey!” you yelped, watching as the woman made her escape into the elevator. You snatched your hand back, massaging at the tender muscle. “What the hell, Barnes?”

“I don’t need you coming to my rescue,” Bucky bit back. “I had it handled.”

You scoffed, the image of Bucky’s form flinching as she called him ‘pathetic’ still fresh in your mind. You’d never known him to back down from a fight. Hell, he’d gotten into a screaming match with a paparazzi for daring to ask how his morning jog went. Bucky didn’t roll over and play dead. But he let that woman wrap a hand around his throat until he choked.

“Sure looked handled,” you rolled your eyes. “She was walking all over you.”

“My sex life is not your concern,” he growled, his voice low as his eyes hooded.

“I never said a damn thing about your sex life, Barnes.” You shook your head, already regretting stepping in at all. It was pointless – foolish even – to think that he might be appreciative of your intervention, of the fact that despite the tense history between you, you would never stoop as low as that woman did.

You bent down and picked up the gym bag you’d let slip from your hands. “If you want to be treated like shit, then by all means, have fun with your next one night stand. I'll steer clear of the fallout.”

You started to head back towards the gym when you heard Bucky groan rather dramatically behind you. You paused, glancing over your shoulder as Bucky hit a fit against the wall.

“What is your—”

“You are so goddamn infuriating!” Bucky snapped and your jaw dropped.

“Are you serious right now? Me? I’m the infuriating one?” You released your bag, letting the weights hit the floor as you stalked back to him. “You’re the ungrateful jerk who just yelled at the one person who bothered to stand up for you!”

Bucky gritted his teeth. “I never asked you to do that!”

He was only inches away. His breath hot against your cheeks. You could see the dark blue specs in his eyes from this close. The blacks of his eyes nearly consuming him whole.

“Maybe that’s your problem, Barnes,” you sneered. “You think you need to ask for help, that it’s earned or deserved, but it’s not! Sometimes people just want to help you, you asshole! Sometimes, people can be good and can care about you without expecting that you—”

Your back hit the wall as Bucky’s weight pressed to your chest. His lips crashed against yours, his hand slipping into your hair. Everything in him moved with purpose, with adrenaline spiked into his veins and fury in his bones – but not his hands. Even as his lips hungrily devoured yours, his hands were gentle as they caressed the nape of you neck, as they slid down your hips.

What surprised you more – was that you kissed him back. Your hand clutched into the thin fabric of his t-shirt, your lips parting for him as he brushed him tongue over yours. It was the kind of kiss that left you feel dizzy – like you’d been under for too long, your lungs aching, and still you had no desire for air.

When he finally did draw back, it was only when he was breathless. His chest panting in time with yours, his forehead dipping to rest against your collarbone. He paused for a moment, even as his fingers gently pressed into the nape of your neck as if upon keys of a piano.

“I don’t know why I did that,” Bucky confessed.

You chuckled. “I do.”

He lifted his head and you smiled when you saw his lips were pink and swollen. You brushed a hand over his cheek.

“Because even when I hated you, I still cared about you, Barnes. It’s not black and white. It’s messy and it’s grey. But I can handle a little mess, can’t you?”

Bucky swallowed, slow to the smile that crept upon his lips, but still—it came. “Yeah, I can handle messy.”

When he kissed you again, he didn’t hesitate.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #drabble night

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