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steveseddie · 3 months

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cold bones (you were the warmth)

rating: g | cw: none apply | word count: 1,307

tags: eddie munson lives, steve harrington is a sweetheart, pre-relationship, fluff and hurt/comfort

for the @steddielovemonth prompt “love is asking ‘do you want a blanket?’” by @thefreakandthehair

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Eddie wakes up feeling cold.

He always does these days. Since he almost died in the Upside Down it’s like the coolness from that place burrowed deep inside him and even now, two weeks later, he still can’t shake it off.

It doesn’t help that he’s still stuck in this room while he recovers. There’s an iciness to this place too- this secret government hospital. It’s not just the place with its gray and empty walls, but the people who work there too. The doctors, the nurses, and the government agents who are constantly walking into his room all treat him with the same indifference and apathy, and Eddie is used to people being hateful and mean, but this treatment is far worse.

The only time he ever feels warm is when someone comes to visit him, his uncle, or one of his new friends. But even then, that warmth doesn’t last long once they leave and he goes back to being cold.

With a sigh, Eddie wraps the flimsy hospital sheet around himself and rolls over on the bed, careful not to jostle the stitches covering his sides too much.

He lets out a soft gasp when he sees someone sitting on the chair next to his bed.

“Steve?” Eddie has to ask because he’s not completely sure that he’s not dreaming. Yes, Steve Harrington somehow ended up being part of that group of new friends, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t surprise Eddie every time.

Steve looks up from the book he’s reading- The Hobbit, which does little to convince Eddie that he isn’t imagining this- and smiles.

“Hey, you’re awake.”

“Am I? Because King Steve Harrington reading Tolkien next to my bed feels like something that would only happen in my dreams,” Eddie says, cringing a little at the meaning behind his words, hoping that Steve doesn’t read too much into what he said.

If Steve does, he doesn’t show it, simply chuckling softly. “Someone left it here for you. Think it was Henderson. It was either reading this or watching you sleep, and that one felt a bit creepy.”

Eddie snorts, gesturing at the worn-out cover of the book. “What do you think?”

Steve shrugs. “It’s not bad, but there are too many names, man. It’s confusing.”

“Fair enough.”

“How are you feeling?” Steve asks, putting the book back on the bedside table.

Eddie makes a face. “Like my body is being held together by stitches and prayers,” he says. A displeased frown appears between Steve’s eyebrows. “But they’ve got me on some powerful drugs here, so I can’t complain.”

The pain isn’t really what bothers him the most anyway, it’s the cold. Always the cold.

For a moment, Eddie thinks he said that out loud because the next thing out of Steve’s mouth is, “Do you want a blanket?”

“Hm?”

Steve gestures at Eddie on the bed. “You bundled yourself up like a burrito there and you were shivering in your sleep.”

“I thought you weren’t watching sleep, Stevie,” Eddie says with a smirk.

Steve’s cheeks turn a pretty pink shade. “I might’ve glanced at you once or twice. You snore, it’s annoying.”

With an undignified squeak, Eddie says, “I don’t snore!”

Steve laughs heartily. “So, blanket? I can ask one of the nurses for one.”

“You would have better luck asking Vecna for a hug, man” Eddie snorts. “I’ve asked, they- they never bring me one, either they forget or just don’t care.”

Steve frowns. “What? But they’re supposed to be taking care of you. All that shivering could mean you have a fever or something worse!” Eddie can’t but chuckle as he slips into Mother Hen Steve mode.

“Pretty sure it’s not. It’s- I think it has to do with the Upside Down? Like, being there and almost dying there left me feeling perpetually cold or something,” Eddie tries to explain. Steve’s eyes narrow at him. “I know it doesn’t make sense-”

But Steve shakes his head. “No, it does, the kids- they told me that when Will got possessed by the Mind Slayer or whatever his name was, he felt cold all the time so maybe it’s like, an Upside Down thing.”

Eddie blinks. “So you’re saying I could be possessed by a monster?”

Steve’s eyes widen in alarm. “No! No! No. I’m sure you’re not. I’m sure it will go away eventually.”

“If you say so.”

“Speaking of that. Going away,” Steve says, looking down at his watch and wrinkling his nose. “I should go, I have a shift.”

“Are people even renting movies after half the town got destroyed?”

“You’d be surprised,” Steve says. “I’ll come back later, okay?”

Then, he reaches for Eddie’s hand, halfway concealed by the hospital sheet, and squeezes it. Warmth spreads through Eddie at lightning speed from the touch. It lingers just long enough after Steve leaves so that Eddie can fall asleep again.

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The next time Eddie wakes up- cold again, always cold- Steve isn’t there, but he comes back a few hours later, carrying a large bag.

“Back already?” Eddie asks when Steve closes the door. “Did you miss me that much, sweetheart?”

Steve splutters, almost dropping the bag and flushing a bright red. “Shut up.” He places the bag on Eddie’s bed and he recognizes the logo on the front.

“Did you raid Melvald’s on your way here?”

Steve bites his lip. He won’t meet Eddie’s eyes, staring down at the contents of the bag instead. “I figured if they weren’t going to give you any blankets here, I’d bring you some.”

Eddie blinks. “What?”

He doesn’t reply. Instead, he starts unpacking blankets from the bag- first a yellow fuzzy blanket, then a plaid one, and finally one with some animated cartoon characters on it that Eddie doesn’t recognize. He stares at them with his lips parted in shock.

“Uh, these were all they had, they donated a bunch of them to the shelter after, you know, everything.”

“You- brought me blankets?”

“Uh, I did, yeah.”

“You’re- something else, Harrington, did you know that?” Eddie says, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Uh, something good I hope?” Steve asks, fidgeting a little.

“Yeah,” he smiles. “Definitely.” It hits Eddie then that he’s in a lot of trouble. It was one thing when Steve was just an attractive guy, but it’s another thing to realize that he’s kind and good and cares about Eddie. This is a guy that Eddie could see himself falling in love with and that’s a problem.

But it’s a problem for another day. For now, he grabs the yellow blanket and drapes it over himself. The cold doesn’t go away entirely but it recedes, and Eddie sighs happily. When he looks at Steve, he’s got a pleased little smile on his lips.

Eddie figures that he’ll leave now since he already did what he came here to do. He doesn’t want him to, but to his surprise, Steve lingers and Eddie sees his eyes land on the book on his bedside table.

He smirks. “Admit it, Harrington, you’re hooked.”

Steve’s eyes dart to him and he shakes his head. “What? No, I’m not.”

“You are,” Eddie singsongs. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Henderson. Under one condition.”

Steve narrows his eyes at him. “What?”

“Read to me?”

Steve blinks, clearly not expecting that, but then the corners of his mouth tug up slightly. “I can do that.”

He sits down on the chair after grabbing the book, and Eddie carefully rolls onto his side, facing Steve, and wrapping himself up like a burrito in his new fuzzy yellow blanket.

He feels real warmth for the first time since he went through that portal, and he doesn’t know if it’s because of the blanket or the sweet voice reading to him.

Or maybe it’s just Steve.

#steddielovemonth #day 25 #hello i have another prompt for you i managed to keep this one a little shorter but hopefully just as sweet #steddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #monse writes

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lennsart · 4 months

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Most of the wips I write these days can be summarized by "Legend gets hurt in fucked-up ways, and then he gets hugs" :)

(I'm fine shhh)

But I had this sitting in my drafts, and it's like the comfort part to a hurt/comfort, except I didn't like the hurt part, so posting this probably doesn't make sense, but.. I just wanted the boys to hug

Context + snippet under the cut !

Basically, Legend has been abducted for ransom (I think it was inspired by a whumptober prompt) and he didn't have a stellar time there. The rest of the chain rescues him, but they're worried he'll wake up confused at night, so they decide to watch over him. And they're supposed to take turn, but they all kinda end up sleeping next to him :)

Have this little Four POV that I quite like and feels like it can be posted without context :

Four expected to see two people in the room. One awake, that he would be about to replace, and the other asleep, that he would watch.

He hadn't expected three sleeping dudes.

He had to pause and go back to the hallway to laugh, muffling his chuckles in his sleeve. Of course Sky would have wanted to hug Legend and would have fallen asleep. Of course Hyrule would have let them, and promptly fallen asleep as well.

When he came back in and carefully closed behind him, he noticed with fondness that Legend, at least, looked perfectly content. He was sleeping on his back, Sky hugging his right arm, and he held Hyrule's hand with his left.

The traveler was mostly on the ground, head and arms on the mattress. Four winced ; that couldn't be comfortable.

Alright, he gave up (as if he hadn't as soon as he noticed them). He'd watch them three sleep, if only to gush about how cute they were tomorrow.

(He hoped Wind would bring his pictobox for his turn of watch in the morning.)

He got on Hyrule's side, and gently nudged him. This one hummed sleepily.

" - Shh, don't wake them up. " Four whispered. " Hop in.

- What...? " the traveler asked in confusion.

Four bit back a laugh at how asleep he sounded.

" - Get in the bed. " he ordered.

Hyrule may not really understand what was happening, but he didn't need to be told twice. He climbed in, wincing when he moved his legs, and abandoned Legend's hand to hug his waist, resting his head on his stomach.

The veteran softly hummed, but didn't fully wake up.

Four sat on one of the scarce empty spots of the bed, giggling to himself. He was happy that this watch had taken such a sweet turn ; he had expected to get lost in his own mind, trying to understand how they could have let one member of their group go through that.

...

Instead, he had three sleepyheads cuddling, and he would trade for nothing in the world.

The last free spot on the mattress, above Hyrule and next to Lege, was probably too small for someone to sleep there.

...Well. He was small too, and mostly slept curled up anyway.

But, no ! He had decided he'd stay awake. No matter how comfortable those three looked, no matter how much he'd like to hug the vet, too, he would fulfill his mission.

Legend's hand opened and closed in his sleep, and he extended it further. Four blinked, and reached with his left hand.

In a second, he was trapped, Legend satisfied with the hand he found and holding tight onto it.

...

Alright, that wouldn't be comfortable to stay sitting in this condition. Plus Legend looked like he wanted the smith to stay, and his goal had always been to watch for him, right ?

He curled up in the little free spot, his hand still in Legend’s, and definitely did not fall asleep in a matter of minutes.

#The colors were not coloring but the black and white is A Look #I also gave them pajamas. I'm not sure if they'd have those but. Hey. Komfy #linked universe #lu legend #lu four #lu sky #lu hyrule #my art #If you tag as ships I'll spray you with water. Please let the boys be cuddly platonically they need it #writing snippet #One day I'll post my writing without getting anxious. In the meantime. Art and snippet #Hopefully the mermaid curse fic will fix me (I'll try to start posting it this february :0)

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pearlcaddy · 1 year

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lockwood & co appreciation week 💀 favorite ship

Locklyle [insp]

#lockwood & co #lockwood and co #lockwoodandcoedit #l&coaw2023 #anthony lockwood #anthonylockwoodedit #lucy carlyle #lucycarlyleedit #locklyle #locklyleedit #tvedit #userbelin #pearlcaddyedit #pearlcaddy l&co #500 #i was going to do another chapter of my fic for today but i'm sick yet again #my other edits are already done so maybe i'll get time and energy to finish it before the week is up but if not please have this #can't believe today's prompt of all days is the one i phoned in so hard 😂 i remain a locklyle stan first and human second #the original text post is perfect for them so hopefully this looks okay #i'm already regretting the last gif because i know it's going to be a bat signal for book fans to give me teg spoilers in the tags #hate that i already know the vague shape of that spoiler because of book fans in the tags #generally begging people to be more considerate with how they interact with show fanworks

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kyouka-supremacy · 23 days

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Hi. I've calmed down a bit, and I think it's better if I just take a break from Tumblr for a while. Right now, I don't feel the fandom to be the same chill and safe space as I felt it to be, so I'd rather take some time until I can feel comfortable again with posting. All my side blogs will be on hiatus too. I'm terribly sorry for any discomfort this may cause.

A deep, wholehearted thank you to anyone who reached out in the last hours in replies, asks and dms to share their support and love. Seriously, you can't imagine how much it meant to me, how meaningful every single message I got was to me. Yesterday I was really believing my blog didn't bring anything but negativity and hatred to the community; thank you for reaching out to tell me I was able to share a little happiness, too. Words cannot express how indebted I am to you; you made me feel again like the posting I made on my blog was worth it, for you alone.

I don't think I'll deactivate for the time being. The temptation is still very strong, but I've poured so much time and dedication and love on this blog, I don't think it'd be fair to delete it. I hope in the future there'll still be people who my posts can make happy.

Lastly, I want to apologize once again to the people for whom my posts evoked so many negative sentiments. I know it's impossible to avoid, but I'm still sorry that happened. I apologize to you.

Please, be kind to each other. Make some ss/kk posts on my behalf while I'm away :)

#I'm sad because in one year and four whole months I never skipped a day on aktgw-daily. And it was only 12 days till the 1000th Akutagawa.#I've been thinking about what to do to celebrate for forever.#And I'm sorry I won't be rewatching da with everyone. I was really looking forward to it so so much.#Worst of all the fifth guidebook came in the mail today. I was so excited to share it with everyone #But hey maybe now I'll be able to take some time to finally comment the fics I've been meaning to for so long :')#Hopefully I'll be back soon! Wait for me please. Think of Akutagawa for me #random rambles #And finally sorry for not being able to handle this more maturely. Please forgive me

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eddiebabygirldiaz · 6 months

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several sentences sunday

tagged by @wikiangela @jamespearce9-1-1 @lover-of-mine @daffi-990 @theotherbuckley @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @devirnis @hippolotamus

thanks my loves! <3

been a while since i worked on calls fic but here is a part of my favorite passage

Eddie rocks forward, propelled by the tears still clawing at his insides or the impossible need to get close to Buck or maybe both, curling around himself so that he can protect the mess that wants to come splattering out, his elbow coming to rest on his knee and his hand clenching into a fist for him to rest his forehead on.

“I–Thank you.” It’s stupid and nowhere near enough, but it’s all Eddie has, so he’s going to give it to Buck. It’s the least he can do. “I think I’m almost there. I hope so anyway.”

“Hey, you’re further than you were a few months ago. A long way from tearing shit up with a baseball bat.” Buck’s voice is louder, like he’s brought the phone closer to his mouth, clutching it tight to bring them as near to each other as possible, speaking in a way that doesn’t allow for his words to go unnoticed or unheard.

Eddie hangs his head between his shoulders and starts picking at his jeans, forcing all of his focus onto the few frayed threads where the inseam curves alongside his knee and the way they slip from in between his fingers. “Yeah. Still feel like ugly crying a lot of the time though.”

The gentlest of laughs pours out of the phone and into Eddie’s ear. He shivers as the ghost of it brushes his heated skin with a comfortably soothing touch, and then it's gone, like it was never there in the first place.

“You weren’t ugly, Eddie.”

There’s–something about Buck’s tone, but Eddie couldn’t say what it is. It’s too careful, too simple, too complex, too packed with millions of things Eddie could never hope to identify.

Maybe if he was looking at Buck and could see his expression–if he could see whether the skin by Buck’s eyes is tight or smooth, if his mouth is pinched or lazy, if he has closed his body off or is sprawled bare and open–maybe then Eddie could at least make an assumption about the meaning that underlies Buck’s words, but as they are, Eddie can only glance up to the velvet expanse of night sky and look for answers that he’ll never get.

tagging (no pressure) @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @shortsighted-owl @diazass @chronicowboy @messyhairdiaz @sibylsleaves @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @folk-fae @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks @rewritetheending @hoodie-buck @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @buddierights @rogerzsteven @callmenewbie @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @paranoidbean @shitouttabuck @bucks118 @butchdiaz @lemonzestywrites @eowon @try-set-me-on-fire @jeeyuns @heartshapedvows @transboybuckley and anyone else who wants to share!

#hopefully one day i will return from the war and finish this fic #buddie #buddie wip #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #5+1 calls #buck x eddie #911 #911 abc #ryan writes #several sentence sunday

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astrobei · 7 months

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he’s fine, he’s just in his sam winchester era

day 3 of @bylerween2023: demons, devils, and exorcisms. nooooo will don’t drink the demongorgon blood noooo

#this is a stand in for my actual bylerween fic which i will hopefully try to get done before the nov 22nd deadline LMAO #sorry for taking one million years to write.#i’ve been frothing at the mouth over this concept for forever btw and one day i might delve into st horror and write the fic i have Planned #adding it to the neverending wip list #just know i’ve been Thinking with a capital t #anyways brunette boys cursed with a Power and a connection to the big bad at a young age?#the concept of likeeee. will trying to gear up for the end of the world but going overboard and dealing w the ramifications. mm #tw blood #just a little but just in case #byler #will byers #/astro draws

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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It's the middle of the night when Grian hears footsteps approach where he's made camp in the new Hermitlands of Empires. (Or whatever they're calling it - Hermitopia? Hermempire? He hasn't been paying enough attention; despite it being his idea, he's pretty sure Impulse has already named it.) He's about to roll over and complain about it being LATE, he's SLEEPING, thank you, when he sees who it is.

He blinks.

"Hey, Grian," Pearl says.

"Hey, Pearl," Grian says. "It's late. Uh, hold on."

He grabs a torch and lights it. Pearl's dress has mud all over it. Her eyes are red. She has a strange expression.

"...Pearl?"

"You're a tailor, right?" she asks.

"Yeah, I'd say so," Grian says. "Vital for a number of things. Later I'm actually gonna go offer to make Timmy's seams tighter to mess with him, actually, if you wanna -"

"Haha," Pearl says. It's not really a laugh so much as a forced chuckle to interrupt him, so Grian takes the hint and stops. "Ha. You already know him, huh."

Grian stops for a long time. He... is not sure how to explain Jimmy to Pearl, if she doesn't already know, so he just nods.

"...and he knows you."

"Kind of?" Grian says, making a face.

"Kind of," repeats Pearl.

"Look, Tim and I go back," Grian says, and leaves the explanation at that. He studies Pearl's face. It doesn't yield any results; Pearl's expression is remarkably blank. "It's sort of a weird situation," he tries again, wondering what about it is so offending Pearl. There's another awkward silence. "Uh, look, just help me mess with him?"

"...after I spar with Sausage, and that's not what I'm here to ask you about. I wanted to ask if you could make me a new hoodie," Pearl says.

"And pants, I assume?" Grian adds.

"I mean," Pearl says, smiling for the first time the whole interaction.

"I shouldn't have given the option," Grian complains. "First Scar, now everyone around me. You're wearing pants!"

"If you think you can control that -"

"Nope! Nope, not listening to it." Pearl laughs. Grian considers it a victory. "Anyway, I'll just need the fabric, sure. I don't have time to go collecting. I think that, uh, Chromia? They seem like a textiles place, probably them...?"

"You can cut up the dress," Pearl says, rather emphatically.

Grian pauses.

"You'll have to wear some of my -"

"I don't mind. Grian, please."

Grian stares at Pearl. The dress she'd found herself wearing once she came through the portal is a beautiful thing, practically glimmering with magic. Sunflowers are woven into it in impossible ways. If Grian destroys it, there will be no replicating it, not without the magic that created it in the first place. It's a finer piece of clothing than the tailor in Grian wants to destroy.

She's covered it in mud. Her eyes are red. It is well past midnight.

Grian throws his spare set of clothes at her. "Go get changed, I'll make it a rush order, so you actually have proper clothes."

Pearl sags with relief. "Sure. I'll owe you."

"You absolutely do," agrees Grian. "Remember that, I'm going to collect!"

Pearl doesn't argue. She goes to change. Grian watches after her.

...huh.

Well, he thinks. That's one more thing to worry about on the increasingly astronomical list of things to worry about after they went through the Rift. it's really too bad that has to be de-prioritized under a lot of other things because that is some weird Pearl behavior, but Grian's already getting blamed for too much to try to fix something he's not involved in. Still. Still!

Pearl comes back with the dress, and Grian promises to message her when he's done. She leaves. Grian holds the dress in his hands and wonders what, exactly, he's missing here.

He'd never get rid of such a beautiful dress. It had basically been made for her. He still feels bad destroying it.

...it's worth the IOU.

He gets to work.

#empires smp #hermitcraft smp #grian #pearlescentmoon #the convergence #a bee fic #<- saw other people using the convergence tag hopefully it works #i think pearl would have Complicated Emotions about the whole farming goddess thing now that she sort of Knows you know #this is. one way that could go #anyway this is my nano warmup because i haven't written in a few days and it's in ten minutes lol

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analogwriting · 26 days

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The Other Side of Paradise

Chapter 3: Tangerine

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.4k first|next a/n: more date niiiiiight

Once finished with your frozen treats, the two of you headed to the movies. You still hadn’t fully decided on one. You didn't care too much about what to see, you were just glad to finally be spending some alone time with your beau - and you more than likely wouldn’t be paying attention anyway. Your mind was either going to be running or you were going to be too occupied doing something else.

“Did you decide?” Killer looked at you once you were at the ticket booth. You shrugged, looking over at the movie list. “Mm, how about that one?” It looked like a horror movie parody. The perfect combo of what you were feeling. Something that wouldn’t require too much attention.

He nodded, purchasing the tickets and concessions before the two of you headed for the theater.

Once you took your seats, you looked around. The theater you were in was empty for the most part, save for a handful of other people in different groups. You were surprised, you figured that on a Friday afternoon - it’d be busier. Maybe it didn’t really start getting busy until later, but it didn’t bother you at all. You kind of liked it when it was empty - felt like a private showing.

Either way, you didn't care really. It's not like you were gungho to see the movie either.

As it started, you were already only half paying attention. Your mind kept wandering to the big news. He said he wanted the two of you to enjoy yourselves before he told you, but you couldn’t enjoy yourself at all. You couldn't focus in the slightest, all the possibilities playing over and over in your head.

You didn't even really notice that you had zoned out until you felt Killer tap your thigh. You looked over to him, blinking. “Are you alright?” he mumbled. You nodded, flashing a smile. “Just thinking,” you whispered.

Killer raised an eyebrow. He knew what you were thinking, no doubt. You leaned over, kissing him softly, resting your forehead against his for a moment. Then you had a small idea - a little payback for making you wait for so long.

Your hand slowly made its way to his thigh and he glanced down before looking back at you as you slowly neared towards his groin. “Here?” You shrugged, smiling.

“Why not?” You hands groped at him through his jeans and he groaned softly, clenching his jaw to keep himself quiet. The movie was pretty quiet at the moment and there might have only been a few other people, but he still didn't want to broadcast what the two of you were doing.

Though, it's likely the others were doing the same.

He let out a long sigh, trying to keep it together as you quickly undid his pants with one hand. “You're almost too good at that.”

“This ain't our first rodeo, love,” you mused, stroking him through his boxers. You thought about fooling around in the theater the entire time. You didn’t plan on investing in a movie, but you realized that you didn’t want to give in to lust now. You wanted Killer to have just a taste of his own medicine.

“I’m…” He was already panting slightly. “I was the one who was supposed to be treating you,” he breathed. You grinned, squeezing him slightly, making his eyes roll back slightly. “You'll have plenty of time for that later, I'm sure.” You winked at him. You knew how the date was going to end - the two of you boning somewhere. It’s how it always ended and you loved it every time.

He grunted. “Fuck, I love you,” he mumbled. He rested his forehead against yours as he panted softly, trying to keep himself quiet as you worked him through his boxers. You could feel him slowly building up to his climax, rock hard in your hand.

“Babe,” he mumbled, clenching his jaw. You felt him twitch, telling you everything you needed to know about just how close it was. “I-”

Before he could get the remaining words out or even reach his peak, you pulled your hand away. He looked at you through half lidded eyes, confusion taking over his features as he tried to figure out your angle or what was even going on.

You kissed the tip of his nose. “That's for making me wait so long. Now you're gonna wait too,” you whispered. He just stared at you through his bangs in disbelief as you turned, getting comfortable in your chair.

He just sat there, trying to figure out what the hell just happened as you tried to suppress a grin. You definitely knew that he was gonna let you have it later and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

After your little prank, the two of you finished up the movie as if nothing happened. It took him a bit to gather himself again. It had been a while since the two of you were really able to go at it, so you knew he was more than ready to burst before you cucked him of that.

On your way home, you realized he wasn't, in fact, driving home. “Where are we going?” Excitement filled your chest again.

Killer was quiet for a moment before speaking in a monotonous tone. “I'm taking you to the middle of nowhere and killing you.”

You snorted, looking from out your window to him. “Don't threaten me with a good time.” You leaned over, kissing his cheek. You knew he would never do something like that. Plus, if he wanted to, he would’ve by now - long ago.

You did notice he was kind of taking you in the middle of nowhere, and it was dark so you were having a hard time making it out. However, you had a feeling you knew where you were going. The way felt familiar and there wasn’t exactly anywhere else. “Our spot?”

He didn't say anything, just smiled as he continued driving. It'd been quite a while since you've been out here, so now you were even more excited. Once more, you were practically bouncing in your seat.

The place that you had dubbed ‘our spot’ was on an overlook that had a beautiful view of your small town. It was beautiful both during the day and at night. At night, you could see the stars because there wasn't too much light pollution and during the day, the natural landscape was just breathtaking.

A lot of people didn't know about this particular outlook either. Everyone knew about the other one, but you and Killer had accidentally discovered this one while out hiking one day and it became a place the two of you went to spend alone time together. It was always nice and relaxing out here. Quiet.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt Killers arms wrap around your waist from behind and his lips on your neck. A small smile spread across your face as you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him properly.

He lifted you up, carrying you over to the truck and setting you on the tailgate that was now pulled down. You realized he had set down a blanket and some pillows. “Oh, you got it aaaall set up, huh?” you mused.

He kissed you again before hopping into the truck with you. He kicked off his boots and you did the same before crawling onto the little palette he made in the bed of the truck. “I know how much you just love sitting under the stars.”

You felt your face warm up and you couldn't help but smile. He was right - you loved stargazing, especially with him. Any activity where the two of you just sat, simply existing in a beautiful place was your favorite.

He laid back onto the pile of pillows and you curled up on his chest. The two of you were quiet, just enjoying the sounds of the night as you stared up at the stars.

“We got signed.” There it was - the news.

Your heart stopped and you immediately sat up to look at him. “What? Signed? You mean…?” Your eyes were wide as you processed what he was saying.

He nodded, a large smile slowly taking over his features as his excitement began to seep through. “A record label reached out to us. Apparently watched our last couple of shows. They want to sign us.”

Your head was spinning. Sure, this is what you hoped and dreamed of for him, but you still couldn't believe it! You stared at him as the information sunk in.

“Baby, that's fantastic!” You kissed him hard, grinning from ear to ear. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you as he held you close. You were so elated - you could only imagine how he must be feeling. Their hard work was finally paying off!

After a moment of rolling around, he pulled away from you. There was a troubled look on his face. “What's wrong?” You frowned, worried.

He took a moment, clearly thinking of how to bring whatever it was up. “They want us to move to the big city. Across the country…”

You blinked, looking at him for a moment as you, once again, processed the information.

“All four of us would have to move,” he said, helping you process things a bit faster. It was clear that he was worried how you’d react to this part of the news.

Then it hit you. He was leaving. Without you. Your eyes widened, unable to find words. You were happy for him but also somewhat…scared.

Not in an insecure way. You weren't scared of him finding someone else without you - that wasn't it. No, it was the fact the two of you have practically been attached to the hip since you were seven.

“We just need time to settle in and adjust, then you can move out there with us. We don’t exactly know what we’re gonna be set up with or how much room there will be. Hell, for all we know, it could be the four of us in a bedsit.” Panic was setting into his features the longer you were silent. You realized that he probably thought you were angry.

Finally, you snapped out of it, finding your voice again. “Sorry. Processing.” You shook your head, smiling at him. You reached up, taking his face in your hands before pulling him in for the most tender and passionate kiss you could muster.

“This is a good thing, baby. This is your dream come true.” You looked at him, slowly crawling into his lap and straddling him. He looked up at you with wide eyes, fear in them.

“You go to the big city. I'll stay here - finish school, visit when I can. You focus on your dream, just call and check in every once and a while so I know you're okay.” You weren’t sure if you were trying to talk him down or yourself - maybe both.

“You're not upset?”

A soft expression relaxed over your features and you shook your head. “Why would I be upset? Its true that I'm sad that I can't go with you. But this is also bigger than both of us. This is something that you've been dreaming about since we were eleven. Ever since Kid brought it up when we were eleven.” Both of you smiled fondly at the memory.

“Well, actually. My dream is to marry you but yeah.”

You snorted, kissing him softly. He was such a goober and you loved him so much. “That one’s already a given and in the bag. Might as well get this one too, yeah?”

“I'm not sure what I'm gonna do when I don't get to see your face every morning when I wake up.” He pouted. You weren’t sure what you were going to do either. You already knew you weren’t going to be sleeping much without him.

You chuckled, resting your foreheads together. “I'm only one facetime away.” Again, you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him it was going to be okay or yourself.

“That's true but we’ll be in different time zones and different schedules and I’m just afraid that we won't be able to talk as much as i want to.” He frowned. You knew he didn’t really mean ‘talk’. You knew damn well that he’d face time you and you both would just sit in silence. Again, just simply existing near each other was enough for you.

“Texting is a thing you know.” You grinned at him. Neither of you were worried about the other cheating or the distance being too much to lead to a break up or finding other people. The two of you knew you were meant to be together and there was comfort in that fact.

It was just going to suck to not be able to talk and see each other every single day.

“We'll make it work. Then I'll graduate and move out there. You'll be a famous rockstar. We’ll have our dream wedding. Then live happily ever after.” You nodded, your smile widening. Nothing was going to stop your dreams. You were going to make sure of that. You were almost done with school anyway. It was your last semester - you were in the home stretch. You just needed to stick it out for a few months and then you’d be able to do whatever you wanted.

Killer smiled up at you. He already seemed to have calmed down for the most part. You’d never seen him so worried before. “You’re right. I'm just going to miss you so much.” His grip tightened around you.

“When do you have to leave?”

“Next week.” You paled, eyes widening. That fast? You supposed that the label company probably wanted to start making money off of them as soon as possible. Still, you thought you’d have more time than barely a week.

You pushed all that aside. “Then we better make every second count then.” You kissed him hard, tugging his hair slightly to make him groan against you as you made your own intentions clear. You were going to pick up where you left off in the theater.

You were going to make sure he remembered tonight.

#i will probably post that smut tomorrow or the next day bc a bitch tireddd #hopefully two chapters will suffice for now #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer one piece #killer x reader #am fics #killer #massacre soldier killer #killer x you #tosp

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thegeminisage · 8 months

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Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy & Spock, James T. Kirk & Thomas Leighton, James T. Kirk & Original Character(s) Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Anton Karidian | Kodos, Thomas Leighton, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Tarsus IV (Star Trek), Episode: s01e12 The Conscience of the King, Tense Changes, Blackmail, Trauma, Angst, Established Relationship, Flashbacks, Dark, Untagged Trope

AOS-style take on Conscience of the King. Twelve years after Tarsus IV and three months after dying to realign the warp core and save his ship, Jim Kirk seems to have a new lease on life: he's been resurrected, started pursuing a tentative new relationship with Spock, and has an entire five-year mission ahead of him. That is, until the attempted murder of an old friend forces him to divert the Enterprise away from her intended course and towards Planet Q. After a chance encounter on the planet's surface, new secrets about Jim's time on Tarsus IV come to light—secrets that threaten to destroy everyone he fought to protect, and the new life he's finally achieved. Some things you carry with you wherever you go.

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underthesocks · 7 months

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Sometimes I'm surprised by how many people tries to judge every aftg character through normal modern society lenses and fit all the foxes in perfect victim narrative, while the whole appeal of the book is that those are people who are not that and who never fit the normal society and most likely never will (not to say it was 2000s).

Idk, I'm so tired of double standards and softening everyone down in this fandom. Also...for people who speak about love not being remedy for trauma, this fandom seems awfully allergic to single characters.

#aftg #all for the game #anyways I have a lot of thoughts that could piss people off #and i really really hate what most of fics makes out of andreils relationship #or out of Neil #or Kevin #like idk one day I may make a big post with my opinions of every character #hopefully no one will eat me alive then

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daffi-990 · 8 months

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @wikiangela ❤️❤️❤️

I was tossing up what I could share and this little snippet won. So here it is, when everything really goes to shit for Eddie 🙃 (from The Lightning Amnesia Fic)

Buck doesn’t remember.

He doesn’t remember.

Eddie’s entire world crashes down around him. He feels like his body has stopped working. He doesn’t know if he’s breathing but he’s pretty sure his heart has stopped.

Buck’s memories of them can’t be gone.

They can’t be.

What kind of fucked up twist of fate is this?

It isn’t fair.

Buck has to remember.

Eddie needs him to remember.

“Eddie? Eddie?! Shit! It’s okay Eddie, you’re having a panic attack. I’ve hit the nurses button, someone is coming. Stay with me”

A panic attack? Oh.

Someone moves him to sit down, a nurse maybe? He doesn’t know. Like Buck doesn’t know. Because Buck doesn’t remember.

“—hyperventilating, looks like a panic attack. Let’s get him set up in another room and give him a dose of Benzodiazepine”

He’s aware that people are moving him, getting him seated into a wheelchair. He thinks he hears Buck calling after him, but he’s not sure. All he can hear is the sound of his heart pounding in his ears, every beat screaming in agony, he doesn’t remember he doesn’t remember he doesn’t remember.

And then everything goes black.

No pressure tagging: @captain-hen @callmenewbie @callaplums @devirnis @disasterbuckdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @eddiebabygirldiaz @eddiediaztho @fortheloveofbuddie @forthewolves @giddyupbuck @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @jesuisici33 @lover-of-mine @ladydorian05 @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @messyhairdiaz @rainbow-nerdss @rewritetheending @spotsandsocks @thewolvesof1998 @try-set-me-on-fire @wildlife4life and anyone else who wants to join in and share 😁

#there were so many snippets I wanted to share with you all!#picking one was hard 😅#hopefully this one satisfies #I feel like I’m on the home stretch for this fic #I can see the end in sight … just gotta get there #writing has been a bit slow with maybe getting out 500 words a day?#but at least it’s something 🤷🏻‍♀️#daffi writes #the lightning amnesia fic #buddie wip #buddie

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yujeong · 2 months

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kpanniversary2024, prompt 4: Tension

"It's not your choice, Macau." The noise Macau makes with his mouth rings like a gunshot in Vegas' ears. His eyes widen as he stares at his brother's flustered face. His nostrils flare. Macau is wearing his anger like an armor made of rusty metal on his skin. He thinks it protects him, keeps him safe, when all it does is reveal all his weak spots to the enemy. Presumed enemy, in this case. Pete is not - could not - be an enemy of his in the first place. Not even when he was the main family's guard dog. He was a fool. In a way, he still is. Vegas is afraid to look at him. He does it, regardless. Saliva is trickling down Pete's forehead, down the path formed by the creases of his furrowed eyebrows, down the curve of his nose, almost but not quite missing his pursed lips. He is standing by the kitchen table completely still, statue-like. His eyes are closed. His body is tense. He looks like he's about to start crying, or screaming, or both. He does neither. He just opens his eyes, slowly, and stares at Macau with an unreadable expression; another kind of armor, equally rusty and ineffective. He doesn't wipe the spit off his face. "Who do you think you are to say that to me?" Macau yells, unperturbed by what he did. Vegas's breath hitches. He has to intervene, somehow. Say something to stop this madness from continuing, salvage any of the last, remaining pieces of his broken family. He has to- "You're not my brother, so stop acting like it!" "Macau!" He's too late. Pete's face crumbles. He lowers his head to hide it, but Vegas can still see it, can still see Pete's bottom lip quivering, his shoulders shaking. He wants to hit himself. It wouldn't solve anything, fuck, it'd make everything worse, but he can't help seeking the familiar sting a slap would provide. A punch, even more so. He gets pulled out of his thoughts by Pete whispering something he doesn't catch. It's an easy guess to make. For a moment, Vegas thinks the bullets that had pierced his torso all those months ago had hurt less. Macau says nothing and runs away to his room.

#ugh... hello #so I know the fandom loves thinking of the minor family boys as them being good to each other #especially Macau to his bros whom he loves very very VERY much #and that's all beautiful and I love that too #but what if... they weren't?#what if there were some... complications? due to their situation post canon?#I thought of exploring that a little bit so here's a little snippet for it #it'll turn into an actual fic one day because I'm obsessed with this idea #hopefully this year lmao #also this snippet is so first draft-y that I want to cry but I couldn't resist #so take it #kpanniversary2024 #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #vegaspetemacau #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #macau theerapanyakul

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