#like i dunno it felt nice to feel like a kid again

[steddieas-shegoes]

if you want to use me, i could be your puppet

for @subeddieweek day four with the prompt edging

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Eddie didn’t think this through.

Running from Steve’s bedroom, naked, meant he would have to find a hiding place.

He did not want to have to deal with this right now.

He didn’t need Steve seeing the way Eddie’s feelings would no doubt show on his face, how he’d be quick to brush off Steve’s apology.

How quickly he’d agree to continuing what they’re doing so he had something rather than nothing at all.

The house was quiet, dark, a reminder of how lonely Steve probably was when he wasn’t busy with the kids or Robin or him. No wonder he was always so quick to jump in bed with Eddie; He wanted a warm body to keep him company.

“Eddie! Wait!” Steve’s voice came from the top of the stairs, but Eddie didn’t turn.

Maybe if he locked himself in the downstairs bathroom, Steve would give up and he could sneak out to his van wrapped in a towel or something. He’d done worse.

Unfortunately, Steve was much faster than him, probably due to the whole jock thing. Eddie had no chance.

Steve’s hand burned where it touched Eddie’s arm, trying to make him turn around and face him.

“Please, Eds. Please look at me. Let me-”

“I don’t want you to explain, Steve.” Eddie turned to him, suddenly angry. How dare he ruin what they were doing? How dare he take something that was so precious and send it careening off the road so quickly? “I want to pretend it never happened. I want to go back to letting you touch me and kiss me and hurt me just right. I want to know you don’t mean it.”

“Why?” Steve sounded angry. “Why would you want that? Is it that bad? What is it about me loving someone that makes them wanna run in any other fucking direction than to me?”

And Eddie wasn’t really prepared for that.

He didn’t really know exactly what happened with Nancy or any of the other girls Steve had been with in high school. He didn’t really know much about any of his casual hookups. He just knew that Steve gave so much to anyone he cared about, and many people took more than was fair of him to give.

“Why can’t I love you, Eddie?”

Eddie looked at Steve, really looked at him.

His eyes were watery, red-rimmed as if he was doing everything he could to resist letting the tears fall. Eddie could see his flush cheeks, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to hold back a sob. His hands shook.

Eddie recognized this for what it actually was. Sure it was emotion, and maybe Steve felt it was genuine emotional turmoil.

But it was also the start of a panic attack, one that would quickly escalate to something Eddie wasn’t sure he could help Steve through.

“Steve, hey-”

“Don’t fuckin’ pacify me, man.” Steve’s breathing picked up and Eddie had to shut this down. “I can be upset.”

“Yes, you absolutely can. I’m not gonna tell you how to feel, but you definitely need to breathe, nice and slow.” Eddie put his hand on Steve’s bare chest, forgetting for a moment that they were both still naked, both still sweaty and sticky from everything they did in Steve’s bed.

“I am breathing.”

“You’re panting. You need to sit down.”

“I’m not sitting down-”

“Red.”

Steve froze.

Eddie immediately regretted saying it, hated that he was using this in a situation outside of their agreement.

He just needed Steve to stop and take care of himself for a second.

“That’s not fair,” Steve’s voice was shaky, unsure. He’d never heard it like that, not even when they first started this, not when they discussed the difficult things.

“It may not be fair, but neither is what you said.” Eddie looked behind him at the couch, the same couch Steve had held his hand while they talked about what they’d be into trying together. “Can we sit?”

“I dunno, are you gonna run again?” Steve crossed his arms over his chest, which would be a hilarious image any other time, but was currently just really sad.

“No. I’m not gonna leave.”

“Yet.”

“Yet,” Eddie agreed.

They both sat down on the couch, shifting until there was enough distance not to touch, facing each other.

Steve threw the blanket over their laps to at least make an attempt at being serious.

“I’m sorry I said it like that.” Steve sighed as he put his head back against the couch. At least he seemed to be holding himself together better now. Maybe Eddie could have a turn at a breakdown. “I shouldn’t have said it when we were still…”

“You shouldn’t have said it at all, Steve.” Eddie watched as Steve ground his teeth together. “I know you may think that’s what you’re feeling, but you were on a sex high.”

“I can see why you’d think that,” Steve sounded like he was doing his best to stay calm. “That’s why I shouldn’t have said it then. But I did mean it. That hasn’t changed and it won’t change.”

“Steve, be serious.”

“I am! I need you to be serious! I love you. I’ve loved you for long enough to know that’s what it is.” Steve turned his head and gave him a sad smile. “I know it wasn’t supposed to happen, and I know you don’t feel the same, but I’m glad I said it, even if it wasn’t how I planned to.”

Eddie had to remind himself to breathe as Steve’s words sank into his brain, consumed his chest and stomach, made the nerves in his body spark with a combination of hope and fear.

“How long?” Eddie squeaked out.

“You remember that night when we talked about our limits?” Steve grinned.

“That was…so long ago. What the hell?” Eddie slapped Steve’s knee, but didn’t pull it away fast enough. Steve’s hand grabbed his. “We’ve been around each other almost every day since then.”

“And I thought about it every day,” Steve admitted. “I was gonna ask you on a date first and make it a big romantic thing. I had a plan.”

“Steve, I-” Eddie shook his head. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to say these things to me to keep me around. I mean, it’s not like anyone’s lining up at my door. I wouldn’t trust anyone the way I trust you with all this. I kinda figured you’d be the one to call it off soon.”

Steve moved the blanket for a moment, tugged Eddie into his lap, and tilted his head to the side.

“I’m not going anywhere, Eds. You’ve got me and I’ve got you.”

How did he do that? How did he sound so sincere, so charming, after such an emotional admission?

“You’ve got me?”

“I’ve got you,” Steve surged forward, lips crashing against Eddie’s as his hands left bruises on his hips.

Eddie would be an idiot to let him go.

He would have to trust that Steve meant it, and he’d have to trust that his heart would be safe in Steve’s hands.

He already trusted him with everything else.

The blanket that had barely been around his waist slipped, half pooling on the couch next to them and half falling to the floor.

Steve pulled away, breathless.

“Will you?” He asked.

Eddie had no idea what he was actually asking. “Will I…?”

“Go on a date with me.”

“Yeah, Stevie. I’ll go on a date with you. You’re buying, though,” Eddie winked.

“Of course,” Steve nodded, leaning up to peck him on the lips. “I was thinking about a road trip. Heard there’s a new record shop opening in Bloomington if you wanted to check it out.”

“Fuck, you really do love me, don’t you? You know I could spend hours in there, right?” Eddie’s heart couldn’t handle the soft look in Steve’s eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll bring a cooler with drinks and snacks. It’ll be fun,” Steve shrugged.

Eddie inched back the tiniest bit and was suddenly reminded that they were very naked. And Steve was getting hard again.

“You know…this house is kinda quiet. Maybe we could…”

“Oh, you wanna be loud?” Steve raised his brow. “Hm. I guess I should give you a reason to be.”

The tone was different, not quite his usual teasing demand, but something that left Eddie wanting.

“Please. God, Steve, I need it, need you,” Eddie had no idea where this begging came from, or why he suddenly felt like he would die without Steve’s hands on him.

“I know what you need, baby,” Steve kissed his jaw, soft for what Eddie knew was coming. “But I need you to tell me your color first.”

“Green, so green.”

“Hey.” There was the demanding tone. “Look at me.”

Eddie had no choice but to look.

“I need you to think about it. Don’t think about how desperate you are. Are you okay with everything we talked about? Are you okay with me loving you?”

Eddie thought about it. Was he actually okay with their short conversation, the feelings Steve admitted to, what that would mean going forward for them? Or was he desperate in more ways than one?

No, no he definitely was okay with this. He’d been so worried that his feelings would never be returned, that he’d be in an endless loop of unrequited love, that he’d do what Steve did and let it slip while he was in space.

Having the guy he loved love him back was a best case scenario for him.

“Green.”

Steve’s lips were back on his, hungry, rough, almost more than Eddie was prepared for, but it wasn’t unwelcome. He sunk into the feeling, let himself drift into Steve physically so he could carry him away mentally.

“Wanna get my fingers in you. Think you can handle just spit?” Steve said as he nipped at Eddie’s neck, leaving red, leaving teeth marks. Eddie wished they could be permanent. Maybe he’d get them tattooed.

“Mhm, please,” Eddie nodded, ignoring the tiny part of his brain that was telling him to be responsible and get the lube. He’d be sore if they didn’t.

The louder part of his brain didn’t care about that, wanted to be sore. He could feel good now and deal with the limp tomorrow.

Steve’s fingers ghosted over Eddie’s lips, pressing down until his mouth opened. He sucked them in, three of them, moaning around them as he made sure they were slick enough to get inside with little resistance.

They were both impatient.

Steve pulled his fingers from Eddie’s mouth only a few seconds later, gently patting his cheek with his other hand when he whined at the loss.

“You’ll have me inside you again, baby.”

Steve didn’t waste another second.

His wet fingers rubbed against Eddie’s entrance, fingertips teasing along his rim and just barely pushing inside one at a time.

It was too much, not nearly enough, and almost exactly what Eddie needed all at once.

He was so close already, teetering on the edge of coming without a hand on him or fingers actually inside him, and it would probably be embarrassing if Eddie could think about a single thing that wasn’t the way heat was pooling in his stomach and chest.

“Close,” Eddie whimpered, bucking up against nothing as if that was even necessary.

Steve’s hands were gone. Just like that. No warning at all.

Eddie whimpered again, reaching his hands out to touch, to beg, to do whatever would get Steve’s hands back on him and finish the job he started.

“No, baby,” Steve said, shaking his head. “Not yet.”

And so it went.

Steve got a finger inside him, barely thrusting it in and out before removing it completely when Eddie would start rocking back into the touch.

Then there were two fingers, and Eddie could just barely feel the pressure against his prostate, begging for more or less or something that would be different from the current hanging by a thread he was doing.

He could feel himself drifting, knew he was mentally checking out from what was happening, but he could still hear Steve’s rough voice soothing him, guiding him.

Three fingers pressed inside him, slower than before, stretching him in a way he never could himself.

He felt full, used.

“Color, sweet boy,” Steve said from somewhere in front of him. Eddie was having trouble centering himself, couldn’t quite figure out where he was physically even though he knew he was with Steve.

The fingers inside him stilled, not working him open further or pushing and pulling until Eddie was naturally rocking back and forth.

Steve needed an answer. Eddie had to give him one.

“Green.”

“Good boy,” Steve praised.

Eddie pretended that didn’t make his heart flip-flop in his chest, but something must have given him away anyway. Steve was grinning at him knowingly, though he didn’t say anything.

“You’re gonna come when I tell you, right? Not a second earlier than that.”

At this point, Eddie was pretty sure Steve was in complete control of his body. He was simply the puppet on Steve’s strings.

“Answer me, Eddie.” Steve pushed against his prostate, making his body shiver and cock twitch.

“Only when you say,” Eddie gasped out, lifting his hips to pull away from the overstimulation, but immediately falling back down when he missed it. “Wanna be good for you.”

Steve groaned, and his fingers pushed in and out of Eddie faster.

He wanted to be good, but he was only human.

“St-” Eddie moaned. “-eve. Can’t-”

“‘S okay, baby. You can come now.”

And Eddie did.

Just like that.

The relief of finally being able to unclench his thighs, to actually feel the last string tethering him to earth snap as his release painted Steve’s stomach.

His fingers slowed, but didn’t leave him, keeping him stretched as he clenched around them during the waves of pleasure still wringing through him. He felt like he’d never stop feeling this deep pulsing, had to try to open his eyes to see if he was still coming somehow.

Steve was murmuring something against his hair.

When had he even fallen against Steve’s chest, face buried in his neck?

How long had he been just whimpering against him like a dog in heat?

“...So good for me, sweet boy. So proud of you for waiting for permission.”

Oh.

Praise like that wasn’t exactly a new part of their aftercare, but it was rare that Steve said it more than once or twice, usually just holding him in his arms in silence while Eddie came back down from the clouds.

He’d think about that later.

For now, he let his body relax, the noises stop, and his breathing slow.

He could sleep in Steve’s arms, feel the love pouring from his words and fingertips, and plant his feet on the ground in the morning.

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So my dearest Frens... even if it’s my day today I gift you with Part 6... I hope you enjoy it and have a good night... day... whatever timezone you live in ♥️

The other Bronze – Pt.6

You woke up with pain in your wrist. You felt every pulse shooting right up into your wrist. You groaned and grabbed your phone seeing it was just after 3AM. You groaned again but pushed yourself up and stood up going on a painkiller hunt. You entered the dark kitchen and started searching for the pain meds knowing Lucy normally leaving them in one of the cupboards. You were just rummaging through the third cupboard as suddenly the light got turned on and you swirled around feeling like a kid with it's hand in the cookie jar.

“Jesus fuck“ you exclaimed shocked being confronted by a scared looking Ona

“What are you doing?” the blonde asked evenly as shocked holding up a fly swat like it was a baseball bat

“I'm looking for drugs” you gritted through your teeth

“What?” Ona asked confused

“My wrist hurts like a bitch... I need painkillers” you huffed out before noticing the fly swat “What's up with that?”

“Oh” the blonde quickly lowered her weapon “I thought we were being... robado”

“You what?” you looked at her completely lost

“You know... when strangers come and take your stuff” she shrugged her shoulders

“Robbed... you thought you were being robbed and then you thought it would be a grand idea to defend yourself – and my sister – with a fly swat... great choice” you snorted unimpressed

“It was the first thing I could grab” the spaniard shrugged

“Just a small tip... if you have robbers in your house... call the police and do NOT engage with them.. they probably kill you” you said before turning around searching again

“They're in the bathroom... our bathroom” Ona clarified as she saw you looking around again

“You have an own bathroom?” you turned around again looking at her confused

“We do... wait I get them for you” she smiled before disappearing

“Own bathroom... who does she think she is.. Taylor Swift or what?” you mumbled to yourself plopping down on a chair at the kitchen table

“Here you are Bebita” Ona said as she put a half a tablet in front of you getting you a glass of water from the sink

“Lucy gave me two... you are pretty tight with my drugs” you grumbled seeing that half a pill

“Lucy overdosed you and you were high half of the day” Ona countered smirking

“SHE WHAT???!!!” you screeched

“What do you remember from yesterday?” the blonde asked carefully

“Your friends were over, Luce gave me pills, I slept” you shrugged your shoulders

“Ehrm... yeah... do you remember being in the gym with Alexia?” Ona hummed

“Huh?” you looked at here like SHE lost it this time

“Okay... believe me – a half a pill is more than enough... the rest Lucy can explain... Are you hungry Bebita? You haven't had a lot in the last couple of hours... I can... batter something up” the blonde spaniard offered

You just stared blankly at her.

“Yes... no?” Ona looked at you expectantly

“Yes... please” you said carefully

“What's wrong?” the blonde asked

“Why are you so nice to me?” you asked unsure

“Why wouldn't I be?” she questioned back

“I dunno...” you shrugged “... but I feel like you shouldn't be”

“Why do you feel that way?” the blonde looked confused

“God... now you sound like my therapist” you rolled your eyes but a smile was tucking on the edge of your lips

“So... why do you feel I shouldn't be nice to you?” Ona tried again

“I... I.. I blamed you, you know... and I came here with the thought of hating you... and you're nice to me...” you mumbled looking away

Ona just looked at you before it dawned on her

“You thought Lucy didn't come to your birthday because of me... because she prioritized me over you” Ona concluded slowly

“I'm sorry... I really am...” you nodded as you looked up at her with sad eyes

“You have nothing to be sorry about, y/n... I understand it... and I know Lucy wants to talk to you about it, but you know her – she's snoring her life away” Ona smiled at the end

“How did you know?” you mumbled surprised

“You talked a lot yesterday...” the blonde smirked as your eyes widen

“What did I talk about?” you ask panicking

“You called Aitana flawless... Alexia pretty... Mapí a colorbook and you spilled that you're dating one Georgia Stanway” Ona smirked

“Shit” you're eyes widen even more and all colour leaves your face “shit shit shit shit shit”

“Calm down... she will talk to you about it but she's not mad... not really – more hurt that you didn't tell her” the blonde said calmly

“She's going to kill G... and then me... or first me and then her” you just kept panicking not listening to Ona

“Y/n... she won't, okay... there's more you two need to talk about... but Lucy is NOT mad” the spaniard grabbed your hand running her thumb over the back of it

“Don't let her kill me...” you whined “... Keira... I need to talk to Keira first... and then Keira can talk to Lucy and Lucy will talk first to you and I can flee the country”

“Okay... enough... nothing bad is going to happen – now here's how the next minutes will go... you tell me what you want to eat, then you take your painkiller and then you'll go back to bed... in the morning you and Lucy will sit down and talk to each other – REALLY talk...” Ona put her foot down hoping you wouldn't hold it against her

“Okay... okay..” you took a deep breath before looking at your sisters girlfriend hopefully “I know you guys are pro athletes and live on a diet... but do you have ANYTHING sugary? Cookies? Sweets? Anything?”

“Don't tell your sister” Ona pointed at you threating but smiling before standing up and got some chocolate chip cookies from a cupboard.

“Oh god” you moaned happily as you bit half a cookie off “definitely not telling her... because then I need to share”

“Slowly” the blonde warned you as she saw you shoving two more cookies into your mouth

You slowed down but ended five more cookies before Ona took the package away. You looked at her hurtful but she just shot you a “Don't push it”-glare. She's getting really good with reading you, you must admit. Not Keira good, but... good.

“Come on Bebita... take your pill and back to bed... it's nearly 4AM” Ona smiled softly at you watching you as you took your painkiller without further protest

“Can I sleep in your bed?” you ask pouting

“Your sister snores” the blonde reminded you

“I know” you rolled your eyes “I grew up with her”

“Come on then” Ona nodded towards the bedroom “I'll take the guestroom”

“You.... with us?” you asked getting a little light headed again

“I don't think that's a good idea Bebita... your sister gets quite... handsy early mornings” Ona tried to bring her point across

“Morning sex?” you ask pulling a face your brain a bit foggy

“Sometimes... but that's not the point... how do you feel Bebita?” the blonde checked on you having a slight hunch

“Bit funny” you mumbled “sleepy”

“Come on then... I'll get you to bed” Ona sighed as she stood up signalling you to follow her

You followed suit standing up slowly following the blonde spaniard as said woman turned off the light in the kitchen while you grabbed the back of her shirt so you have a little guidance to not run into anything.

“Off you go to your sister... lay on right side so you don't hurt your wrist further – you might need to push Lucy over a little bit... she likes to sleep in the middle” Ona smiled encouraging as she stopped in front of their bedroom door.

“Oh don't I know it” you mumble as you let go of Onas shirt and stepped forward – to just run straight into the door.

Your face connected loudly with the wooden door. You needed a few seconds to realize what happened before your hand flew to your nose as you started to swear loudly which caused Lucy to finally wake up and open the bedroom door.

“What the Fuck, y/n? Do you know what time it is?” she whisper yelled at you as you try to hold back the tears that threatened to leave your eyes “If you wake Ona up with your nonsense, I swear to god”

“I'm already up... your sister needed painkillers and since you don't hear anything once you're out, I took care of it” Ona said rolling her eyes as she grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you inside the bedroom to sit you down on the edge of the bed.

“Let me look Bebita” she said softly as she pried your hand off your face.

“I bet it's broken... just my fucking luck” you whined

“Let me look first” the blonde spaniard chuckled as she inspected your nose “No... not broken” she smiled at you

“What is going on here???” Lucy asked behind you both looking so SO confused

“I woke up and my wrist was killing me... so I investigated the kitchen for painkillers since THAT'S where painkillers belong... turns out your girlfriend hasn't got the deepest sleep and tried to kill me with a fly swat thinking I'm a robber... then she gave me some toast and my painkillers and I asked if I could sleep at yours... she said yes and led me over here and told me to go on... which I did...” you explained everything lying about the cookies

“... and you decided to run straight into the door?” Lucy asked you perplex

“How should I have known the door was closed? Who closes their bedroom door??” you said upset

“Me when my little sister is around” your sister countered and you could see the small smirk as your eyes grew wide and you started to dry heave

“Lucy” Ona swatted your sisters shoulder hard “Don't worry Bebita... she's just messing with you”

“I wouldn't put it past her” you mumbled and shivered

“Payback” your sister growled playfully

“Look... I was.... non compos mentis... I don't remember anything so you can't hold anything against me” you started to defend yourself knowing what your sister was referring to.

“Okay... both of you... either you go back to bed OR you go back into the kitchen and talk it out – I won't have you beat around the bush at 4AM when I could be sleeping” Ona interfered strictly shooting you both a warning glare

“I'm half drugged I don't care” you shrugged your shoulders

“Bed it is then” the blonde spaniard said and both of you knew there's no room for discussion

It took a little bit of shuffling before Lucy and you got comfortable in bed as Ona leaves as promised to sleep in the guest bedroom

You woke up hours later to an empty bed the sun already standing high in the sky as you rolled over and out of bed. You padded barefoot into the kitchen to find your sister sitting at the table books and papers spread out in front of her.

“Hey” you said tiredly scratching your head

“Hey Bubs” she looked up at you smiling “Good sleep?”

“Mhm” you hummed as you fell down on a chair beside her

“How are you feeling Bubs?” she asked and you could tell she genuinely cares

“Tired... kinda burned out... like my body wants to shut down but somehow it keeps going... my brain is not function and still runs a million miles an hour” you answer honestly and for the first time you were completely honest with your sister

“What happened at home... I know my birthday was just an excuse to flee mom and dad... probably more mom” Lucy leaned back in her chair to look at you

“I just.... I felt so alone Luce... you and Keira were gone... Jorge and Sophie have their own families... yeah, the girls are great... you know Tooney and Mearps are always there but they're not you... or Keira” you said and shrugged your shoulders looking down

“I'm sorry Bubs... I really am... I actually thought you knew that you can always call me... or text me... or send a pigeon” your sister leaned forward again taking your hand in hers “I may not be in the same country but I'm always there for you Bubs”

“What could you have done when I got expelled from school?” you asked getting upset that Lucy didn't get you

“You what?” Lucy looked at you confused

“I got expelled because I snapped at some girls who said stupid stuff” you said guilty starting to chew on your lip

“Tell me about it” your sister said after a moment of silence “I really want to know what made YOU snap”

“They were talking shit about you and some other players... you know... sexual shit... I mean I can ignore most stuff... I'm used to people drool and swoon over you but this... went to far” you explained getting kind of embarrassed

“Oh Bubs” your sister sighed out “I know it's hard to be my little sister – and I don't speak about the distance or the late night games or always being the baby of every team I join... but you can't snap at people.. not because of me or my name or my career but because of you... you are such an good loving caring person – I don't want people to think otherwise because the witness one incident”

“Do you know how it feels when people rate you top or bottom compared to other players? And not once but for WEEKS... and then proceed to ask questions about certain players and when I didn't answers they wouldn't leave me alone and pester me every fucking chance they got... do you know how it feels if you get asked in the middle of the class if you could top Leah... or Beth... of for god sakes JILL ROORD” you finally broke your silence about what happened and of course your sister was the reason for it. You didn't said anything about the topic to your principal – or your parents. You just took your punishment and the disappointed looks from your parents and just went on. Your Dad decided after some days it probably would do you some good to clear your head somewhere else and shipped you off to Lucy – much to your mothers dismay but she let you go once your dad reasoned with her about Lucys birthday surprise.

“I'm sorry...” your sister started after you took in what you said but you interrupted her immediately “... stop say you're sorry... it doesn't change anything if you're sorry or not” you leashed out at her feeling yourself getting angry “... I need coffee for this...” you said before standing up and going to the guestroom to chance and make ready to go out.

Your sister cleared the table while you went to change into some shorts and a simple white sleeveless compression shirt you obviously stole from Lucys wardrobe. As you re-entered the kitchen there were two cups of coffee on the table your sister sitting in her chair again waiting for you to sit down so you could continue talking

“I'm not drinking your shitty filter coffee...” you said grimacing at the cup

“It's from the good machine okay...” she rolled her eyes while she pointed to the shiny porta filter machine standing on the end of the counter “... you're such a coffee snob”

“Just because you don't have any taste buds left due to your old age” you fired back grinning but carefully took a sip of the cup “....yeah... acceptable” you said after a second

“We still need to talk Bubs...” Lucy redirected your conversation to the earlier topic “... what's going on?”

“Honestly.. I don't know Luce... I just... I get angry so quickly... I get upset even quicker... mom and dad are SO annoying... I don't really know what's going on... the only time I really calm down and can relax is when I'm with G” you try to explain but feel like you fail miserably

“Yeah... we need to talk about that too.. but.. one step at a time... you're a teenager Bubs... of course mom and dad are annoying... about the anger... what makes you angry? Are there specific situations? Like do you get triggered by something?” Lucy said empathic offering you a little smile

“I... don't know.. sometimes it's like someone clicked a switch in my brain and I get so so angry... I punched a hole in a wall in spring Luce... I don't even know why” you said defeated

“You need to get that anger out of you... in a healthy way... I'm going to talk to mom and dad – you're staying with me for the next few month... we're going to work on your anger management... I already have an Idea how... what do you think of boxing?” your sister said putting a hand on your shoulder for support “And I want you to talk to me... about everything...”

“Everything? Really?” you raised an eyebrow “Did you know that you can legally buy sextoys...” you started as Lucy slapped her hand over your mouth

“NOT everything... I'm not interested in that... in my world you're still a virgin and you will die a virgin” Lucy interrupted you quickly having a horrified look on her face

“Really... I'd die a virgin? But you can have girlfriends and sex? In front of me!” you asked baffled

“First... THAT was an accident... I didn't know you were coming...” Lucy started

“Neither did you apparently” you mumbled smirking

“Ugh... stop with the sexual innuendos” your sister rolled your eyes “And yes... you'd die a virgin”

“Yeah... kinda too late for that I'm afraid” you shrugged your shoulders

“I mean... you did spill a lot yesterday but how did THAT happen anyway?” Lucy asked calmly

“Would you believe me if I'd say G slipped and her fingers..” you smirked evil

“Not THAT... the whole getting into a relationship with Georgia” your sister rolled her eyes again

“She didn't want to at first... you know... she said you would kill us both... and that I should be able to have a relationship with someone who can openly declare how much they love me.... and then there's the age gap... which apparently is a big issue for some people... I wouldn't let her run away... It's all on me, so if you want to kill someone you need to kill me” you said quietly hoping Lucy would understand

“I mean... I understand her... you're 16 Bubs... and even if it was all consensual she's older... it's dangerous – for both of you... no one will listen to you if this comes out... but I also understand you – I know you got a good head on your shoulders and I know you know about the consequences and thought carefully about it” Lucy said thoughtfully

“I didn't choose to fall for her Luce... but I did” you said sadly thinking your sister would forbid you to see your girlfriend again

“I know Bubs... love isn't something you choose... Love is something that's just happening – and most of the time it's happening when you least expect it” your sister said softly “You have two options now... you either break up with her or you need to be really REALLY sneaky”

“I love her Luce... I know there's a lot at stake for her but I love her... and she loves me” you said quietly

“Then you need to learn to sneak around” your sister smiled encouraging

“Like you and Ona?” you asked a smile tugging on your lips

“Like me and Ona” your sister confirmed

“You do realize the fans already caught on, yeah... you have a ship name... but don't worry... it's not as bad as Wonze” you grinned

“You loved Wonze” Lucy shakes her head

“I loved the W in Wonze... but the ship name itself... not a fan – it sounds so harsh... like a sumo guy” you said thoughtful “But the new one is better... they call you Luna... Lucy... Ona... Luna... kinda cute”

“Isn't Luna that yappy Dog from Mrs. Kean down the road?” Lucy asked confused

“Was... got run over... chased a squirrel... truck... yeah...” you explained shrugging your shoulders once again

“Uh... I feel sorry for Mrs. Kean... she's a nice lady” your sister scratched her chin

“So... you won't forbid me to see G again?” you asked carefully

“Honestly... I'm not a fan but I couldn't stop you anyway... I will do everything to support you I swear but I also WILL talk to Georgia about it” Lucy said seriously

“Oh Luce cooome oon.. please... no” you whined “you'll scare her away”

“I'm your big sister... it's my job to scare girlfriends off” Lucy smirked widely

“I don't scare your girlfriends off” you huffed

“My girlfriends see you as the cute little helpless Bean... they don't take your threats seriously” your sister continued to smirk “But you could actually call your girlfriend and let me have a talk with her”

“No...” you said shaking your head hard

“Oh yes...” she just grinned at you

“You can't make me...” you pouted

“I can call her too, you know... I have her number” your sister mused

“But I'm not leaving... you can talk to her but I will be right here.. and if I think it gets to much I WILL stop you... and if I have to kick your bad knee” you said quickly

“I will go light on her I promise... for now” Lucy wriggled her eyebrows

You pulled out your phone opening your contacts clicking on Georgias contact waiting for the face time call to connect which didn't take long

“Hey Baby” you heard Georgias soft voice before the call connected fully “Everything okay?”

You saw her before she could see you – and your sister who was perched over your shoulder smirking evilly. But you knew exactly the second the call fully connected as your girlfriend squeaked out a “Shit... the other Bronze” and hung up on you.

You looked at your dark screen perplex while Lucy bursted out laughing behind you

“She knows she just blew your cover without blowing it” Lucy continued to laugh as you just stared at your phone

“She can't be fucking serious???!!!” you bursted out already trying to phone her girlfriend again

“Text her first” Lucy advice you “She thinks she just fucked up – tell her it's okay and to call you back once she re-joins the land of the living... you probably gave her a coronary”

You tipped out a quick message before putting your phone down

“YOU gave her a fucking coronary grinning like a fucking maniac right behind me...” you snapped at your sister waiting for your girlfriend to answer

“Calm down... breath Bubs” Lucy said her voice low sensing you're getting angry again

“I'm sorry...” you said shyly after you took a few deep breaths

“You're all good... but we definitely need to do something about that anger” your sister smiled at you

“What were you doing earlier?” you asked not wanting to talk about anger anymore

“Learning spanish” your sister answered understanding your need to change the subject

“Speaking of... where's the spaniard?” you wondered looking around to see if you could spot Ona

“Which one? The pretty, the flawless or the colourful one?” Lucy smirked at you

“Ooooh goood” you groaned letting your head hit the table with a loud “thud”

“Don't worry... none of them took it seriously... Aitana was kinda horrified when you were two centimetres away from her face calling her flawless and then telling her she could do better than dating me, but all of them knew I overdosed you and to not listen to you” your sister chuckled as she rubbed your back comfortingly “Alexia even went so far to actually answer to you calling her pretty spaniard... but to answer your question... she's at the Beach with some of the girls... it's our day off and the weather is nice enough so they decided on Beach”

Your head shot up grinning widely “Wanna play a game??”

“What did your brain vomitted out now?” Lucy asked carefully knowing you can be quiet the prankster – years of hanging out with Millie Bright, Rachel Daly and now Ella Toone and Alessia Russo took it's toll on your behaviour.

“You think I could pull of another day of overdosement?” you smirked

“Overdosement is not a word... but I pay you 50 bucks if you can pull trough for an hour without Keira catching on” Lucy smirked back holding out her hand for you to seal the deal

“Kei's there... now THAT'S a challenge” you grinned and shook your sisters hand

“Let's go then... you can take some of my stuff – like that compression shirt” Lucy said offhandly as she stood up from the table and went into her bedroom to get some beach friendly clothes

“It looks better on me anyway” you yelled after her as your phone started to ring

“Hey G” you greeted your girlfriend lightly smiling brightly as you saw her face again

“NEVER do that again... I swear I died – dead... possibly twice!!” your girlfriend stressed through the phone

“I'm sorry Luv... she made me call you... well... not really made me but she said either I call you or she would.... I thought it would be damage control if I'd call” you explained quickly peering down the hallway if your sister would come back

“So... she knows?” Georgia asked carefully

“Oh yeah... she knows..” you sighed out “... she overdosed my painkillers and I spilled the beans quiet happily as I was told... I'm sorry”

“As much as I wish it would have happened another way... ANY other way... I'm kinda glad she knows... I mean... I still think she will kill me but trying to pretend to just be friends when she was around was hard... so hard when all I wanted to kiss...”

“Stop right there Stanway” suddenly Lucy appeared behind you which made you swear loudly

“Jesus fucking Christ Mary Mother of God!!!! LUCY!” you yelled scared as you slammed your phone upside down on the table out of reflex to “hide” your girlfriend from your sister

“I'm sorry!!” Georgia yelled out as she was met with a dark screen where your face was just seconds before

“Oh you're going to be sorry once I get my hands on you....” Lucy started before looking at you “turn your phone around... how should I threaten her properly if she doesn't see my face??”

“She KNOWS what you look like, genius” you rolled your eyes “she's seen your face before”

“But she was never at the receiving end of my glare” your sister whined which made her “thread” kind of useless

“Lucy I swear... I won't hurt her...” your girlfriend said her voice was serious and honest as you turned your phone again so she was met with the face of Lucy and you “.... I love her”

“You better not hurt her Stanway... you may be my friend and teammate... but she's my baby sister... if you hurt her I'm going to break your legs” Lucy said and you knew she was serious about it

“Isn't it... “I'm going to break your neck”?” you asked confused

“She's a football player... broken legs are far more scary than a broken neck” your sister grinned and winked at you

“Good point” you mused grinning

“Ehrm.. excuse me?! We're talking my legs here” G interrupted you two

“You have very nice legs” your eyes shining knowing you could rile up your sister “very VERY nice legs”

“No... nope... uh-hu... don't finish that thought....” Georgia stopped you quickly knowing what you were thinking “... I'm about to go to training, you can't think about that right now... AND... your sister is right next to us”

“There will be a moment where she's going to walk in on us... which won't make us anywhere near even but it's a start” you said and can't stop grinning

“You were so innocent once” Lucy whined as she finally caught on what you were talking about

“Yeah well.. my room was right next to yours and the walls were very thin” you shot back which made Georgia laugh out loudly

“At least you learned from the best” your Sister shot back immediately

“Yeah... Keira explained quite a bit” you acted like you thought about something particular

“OI” you heard from both women

“What... I always ask Kei if I have questions...” you shrugged your shoulders “... it's not like she showed me or something”

“Okay... that's enough... G... training – go be great... y/n... do whatever... gosh... I feel like mom” Lucy huffed

You chuckled lightly at your sisters antics, shot Georgia a quiet “I love you” before hanging up, looking at your sister expectantly

“What are we doing now? I'm bored” you whined

“Beach?” Lucy smirked at you

“And what should I wear? Should I go naked?” you rolled your eyes

“I do own bikinis” your sister shot back also rolling her eyes

“Do I look like I wear bikinis?” you gestured down your body

“Shorts and a bikini top?” Lucy negotiated “Bubs you look great.. you know that – but if you feel more comfortable in shorts or even sweats – which would be a bad idea here in Barca because it's like hot hot but even then – I want you to be comfortable”

“It's just... my knees... I don't want to answer questions” you said quietly

“No one will ask questions Bubs... I'll make sure of it” your sister laid her hand on your shoulder and squeezed reassuringly

“Maybe bikini with shorts?” you asked insecure

“Sure Bubs...” Lucy smiled softly as she stood up and got different bikinis for you to choose from

“Should I send G some pictures?” you grinned “Bet I can make her walk into a door”

“Let her be... she needs to train... she needs a lot of stamina for next camp” your sister waved off not wanting to get involved in your antics

“I like the way you think... stamina is always good” you grinned

“Not for that... she will run a lot” now it was Lucy who grinned

“You can't make her run... you're not captain” you said as a matter of fact

“Oh but she will run... away from me” your sisters grin widen and got an evil look

“No... Lucy no... please... you said yourself we need to be careful... and you chasing her around won't help with that because all the girls will ask questions and yeah... please Luce” you actually begged your sister to leave your girlfriend be

“Bubs you don't understand... I NEED to do it... it's basically big sister law” Lucy ruffled your hair and you knew you wouldn't be able to stop her anyway

“Just... make it subtle” you sighed out rubbing your temple

“I'll see what I can do” she grinned as she grabbed a bag which was next to the door and grabbed her car keys “Come on Bubs... it's Beach time... oh... and don't forget to act overdosed”

“Okay... I need more pointers... what did I do yesterday... I need to be convincing” you immediately were distracted by your sisters comment

“Oh god... I don't even know where to begin..” Lucy laughed as she opened the door letting you step outside first.

That's it folks... it's a wrap for Part 6...

Next time on “Living with the Bronzes”

– Beach shenanigans with Mapí

– trying to convince Keira of being high again

– Ona on babysitting duty

– Alexia trying to keep the everything and everyone under control

and Lucy deciding to just sit back, relax and drink Sangria

#lucy bronze x reader #barca femeni #ona batlle x reader #lucy bronze #keira walsh x reader #ingrid engen x reader #woso image #mapi leon x reader #alexia putellas x reader

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Hi, lovely! Just wanted to drop by and say that I miss you and your amazing writing 🥹🧡 I understand if you're taking a break or stepping away from the app, but if you're up for it, I was wondering if I could drop in a request? No pressure at all! I REALLY love the way you write fluffy and angsty fics so I was wondering if you could write about a besties-to-lovers with Eddie where he asks the reader for help with asking a different girl out, without knowing about reader's feelings for him...and then along the way he realizes his feelings for the reader hehe and maybe a lil sprinkle of jealous!Eddie too 😎 Ily and I hope you're doing okay! 🩷🩷🩷

hi my love! this is the sweetest message thank you - not taking an intentional break, just busy as anything. work’s been my whole life the past couple weeks (today is actually my first day off in like a month) and what with that and trying to eat/sleep/speak to other human beings I am …… deceased

it’s so kind of you to say hello! I loved writing your request, it was a nice break for my brain and it felt good to get back into it. ♡ love you!

contains hurt/comfort, angst, fluff. tried to get some jealous!eddie in there for you :-)

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Eddie looks pretty like this.

He’s sitting at your desk in the library. You’re not sure why he’s here, though that wasn’t your first thought when you spotted him on your way over. He’s hunched over slightly, unruly hair keeping his face hidden, but it’s catching the light of the afternoon sun just right and it’s glowing a blushing golden and the flutters in your gut are relentless.

“Hey,” you murmur, wary of both startling him, and the strict Hawkins Library warden who likes to shush people like it’s a sport. Regardless he starts, shoulders jumping and face whipping up and around to look at you with wide, surprised eyes that soften when he realises who you are.

“Hi, sugar,” he says, voice ebbing as he notices how loud he’s being. He looks around quickly, just in case he’s about to get scolded, before looking back up at you and beaming. It doesn’t fool you, though; his presence here coupled with the sheen of anxiety behind his eyes gives him away.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, setting your backpack down on the table and taking the seat opposite him.

He begins fiddling with his ring again and diverts his eye. He’s nervous and you want to know how to fix it more than you wish to let on.

You hum an encouraging noise when he says nothing, sliding textbooks out of your bag along with your pens.

“I, uh… I need your help,” he says warily.

“Oh? With what?”

“I want to, uh… I wanna ask Tara out,” he says, and the words come out in one quick breath, his eyes still on his hands. “But I dunno how.”

You’re quiet, busy hands halting with a book halfway open. You look at him, mouth agape, for a second too long - he looks up after a beat and catches you before you have the sense to close it.

“Please?” he begs, those eyes like a puppy dog, wide and brown and far too lovable. “I’d take her to the Hawk but she’s- Man, she’s way too cool, it’s intimidating, and I really wanna impress her, you know? And I think the Hawk’ll be too busy on Friday ‘cause I know that new movie’s out that all the kids wanna see, so what if-”

“Okay,” you say. You’re sharp, voice like a whip, cutting him off before he derails.

He looks at you blankly for a second before saying, “Really? Shit, thank you.”

You look down at the books in front of you, eyes on the printed pages but taking nothing in. “Take her to the Garage,” you tell him quietly.

“What?”

“The Garage,” you repeat, closing the textbook and piling it on top of the others to return them to your bag. “It’s on the east side, on the road out.”

“Yeah, I know where the Garage is, but- Wait, are you headin’ out already? You just got here.”

“Don’t feel like studying,” you say flatly. “The Garage is cool. Rob took me there once. Tara’d love it.”

“Hey, hey-” His restless hands reach over to grip your wrist, to stop you moving, but you’re slippery and quick and far too determined on leaving. “You don’t have to leave, I’ll leave you alone. Your exam’s next week, I don’t wanna-”

“It’s fine, Eddie, I’ll study tomorrow.”

“But-”

“See you around,” you say quickly, tugging on the zipper on your bag and standing so fast it makes your head spin. You can hear him protesting behind you but it’s no use - the only place you want to be right now is home.

-

Eddie doesn’t call that evening. He doesn’t call the next day either, or the two following that. You float between your bed, the fridge and various shifts at work without so much as daring to call him yourself, though you lie awake at night and worry you’ve done something terrible, something earth-shatteringly cruel by leaving him like you did. Something so bad that twelve years of friendship is lost forever.

“Maybe it’s better like this,” you tell Nancy over the phone. It’s Thursday night, four days until your exam, and you haven’t spoken to Eddie since Sunday. “I was gonna spend forever like that. Maybe now I can move on or somethin’.”

“We both know you’re not going to move on,” she tells you. You groan, turning over onto your back to stare at your bedroom ceiling. Your bed is like a rotten pit, unmade for nearly a week and the past five days’ dirty (and clean) laundry is littered all over the top of the comforter. “And you shouldn’t. You’d just be hiding from your feelings.”

“I hate you,” you tell her, though the way your voice comes out through your smile deceives you. “You always sound so wise, how is that?”

“I am wise,” she says, smiling too. “And I’m wise enough to know that Eddie feels the same, even if he doesn’t realise it yet. Apparently I’ve got the brains for both of us, ‘cause he’s a bit dumb like that sometimes.”

“I wish he wasn’t,” you whine, “I can’t get the image of him and Tara outta my head.”

“I can go, if you want,” she says.

“Huh?”

“I can take Rob to the Garage on Friday, keep an eye on stuff.”

“Shit, would you?”

“Yeah, why not? What’re you doing that night anyway?”

“Dunno,” you say, morose, “Probably heading to the library again.”

“Okay,” she says sympathetically. “You’re gonna smash this exam, you know that, right?”

“Doesn’t feel like it,” you grumble.”

“Well I know you will. And then Indiana State’ll have the best biologist known to man on their campus.”

“Funny,” you say.

“I’m wise and funny? You’re kind tonight.”

“I’m gonna go, Nance.”

“Okay,” she says, laughing. “I’ll call on Saturday, okay? And please eat some dinner.”

“Okay,” you reply, hanging up. You balance the receiver back on its stand and roll back over, willing the tears back when you feel them roll down your temples.

-

Friday nights are your favourite nights at the library.

Who else spends the one designated social evening of the week in a room designed for quiet? You, apparently, alongside two old ladies knitting in the comfy corner, and a kid who looks like he might be home from college for the holidays. You’re settled at your usual desk with textbooks and papers scattered everywhere - the tabletop, the chair next to you, the floor. You’ve been here for hours, pouring over all of your work, oblivious to most of the minimal movement and chatter happening in the room.

You’ve got a tape in your Walkman - classical, one your dad found at the record store downtown - so you feel Eddie before you see him. He startles you, his wide hand on your shoulder, and you jump, pulling your headphones down.

“Fucking hell,” you breathe, your heart beating a mile a minute. You twist in your seat and put your pen down, looking up at him. You couldn't worry about the warden if you tried, far too enamoured by him despite everything. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He’s hovering over you, his hair a mess and cheeks flushed pink. You notice he has his nice shirt on - a deep blue, so dark it’s almost black - and his lips are rosy.

“Tara needed the bathroom on the way home, this was the closest place. How’s it going?”

There’s a lilt to his voice that churns your stomach. It’s the one he gets at parties, or that night just before your birthday when the two of you drank wine in his living room and didn’t sleep until six in the morning.

He’s been drinking and, judging by the smell lingering on his clothes, smoking, too, and his smile and the pink blooming over his cheeks only makes the churning worse.

“Fine,” you tell him. “Was in the zone, sorry.”

“No,” he breathes, finally backing away. You fill your lungs and watch him as he rounds the table. His eyes keep moving from you to the door across the room, presumably watching for her. “I interrupted you, ‘m’sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“Gotta run,” he says, face brightening in a way that makes you want to vomit. You turn back around and see Tara in the doorway, waving, beaming. “Don’t work too hard, please? Get some sleep. And eat something- Have you eaten at all today?”

He’s standing a foot or two from the table now, but he stops as he asks you this.

“Uh,” you look down at your watch. 12:07am. “I had lunch.”

“Shit, you need’ta eat something. Please.”

“Okay, Eds. I’ll have some toast when I get home. Have a nice night.”

“You’ve got this,” he says, and it’s here that the silly smile on his face falters. He still hasn’t moved, and you can see Tara looking over, watching. He’s looking at you and something breaks - his smile drops completely and his eyes go all sad and weird.

“What?” you ask, unamused.

“Nothing,” he says. “Nothing. Get some sleep okay? See you later.”

He turns and walks across to the exit, and you watch him leave. He’s slow and slumped, like someone’s just delivered bad news.

You head out fifteen minutes later, and chew unhappily on three slices of toast before you get to bed.

-

Studying until late is never a good idea.

You’re hopping around your bedroom, pulling stockings up your legs and praying to anything holy that the traffic on your way into work isn’t too bad.

“I know this isn’t really what you wanted to hear,” Nancy’s saying sadly. You’ve got the receiver propped between your cheek and your shoulder as you stumble around and stretch the cord within an inch of its life. “They just… It really did look like they were having fun.”

“He came to see me at the library,” you tell her breathlessly, desperate to think of anything but Eddie and Tara playing pool and laughing like lovedrunk teenagers

“What? When? Last night?”

“Yeah, said she needed a piss on the way home.” You stop hopping, both stockings finally in place, and take the phone in your hand. “He was really weird, actually.”

“Weird how?”

“I dunno. He seemed happy, but then he got all sad.”

“Did you tell him off?” she asks, faux-stern.

“No,” you tell her, “just told him I’d have dinner, and to have a good night.”

She hums, and you look at the clock.

“Shit, Nance, I’m sorry, I really gotta go, I’m gonna be so late-”

“No, no, you go, I’ll see you soon. And good luck on Monday, yeah? I know you’ll ace it.” -

Your body takes you to the library like it’s on auto-pilot or something. You finished the entrance exam three hours ago, and though it seemed to go okay, you daren’t be too optimistic. You’d hovered around town for a while, eating ice cream and watching birds, before your feet walked you right here: your desk on the first floor of Hawkins Library.

It’s here that you’ve been sitting for an hour or so, flicking through novels but finding no interest in the words on the page. Your brain is melted from a near-fatal combination overworking and overthinking, and without an exam to worry about, the latter is now the one clocking overtime.

You can’t get the picture of Eddie’s face out of your head. His eyes had been so sad, his face drooping like the dawning of some cruel realisation. The way he’d walked out of the room had matched it, sorrowful and curled over.

Worst of all, he hasn’t called.

There’s only two reasons you can think of. Firstly, he’s busy calling Tara instead of you. He’s telling her about his day, spinning new inside jokes and letting her hear his pretty laugh.

Or second: he doesn’t want to talk to you anymore. You’re too cold, flat, uninteresting. Tara is cool.

There is a third possibility that you daren’t think about for the sake of your own heart: that both are true.

You slam the hardback in your hands shut and place it roughly on the table.

“Woah, was it that bad?”

You look up and find Eddie standing across from you, precisely where he’d been that moment something had changed on Friday. He’s far less put together now, dressed in his usual bedraggled jacket and jeans.

He laughs as you stare at him. After a minute, he takes the seat opposite and pulls the book towards himself.

“Weird choice for you, sugar.”

“Quiet,” you tell him in a whisper, nodding to your right where the warden is circling.

“Sorry,” he whispers back with a smile. “What’re you still doing here? Wasn’t the exam this morning?”

“I like it here,” you tell him. A half-truth - you do, but you’d really rather be anywhere else right now.

“Right,” he says, clearly not buying it. “And how’d it go?”

You shrug. “Okay, I think. I hope.”

“You’re the smartest person I know. You’ll do great.”

“I wish people would stop saying that,” you say, looking out of the window to your left.

“What? That you’re smart?”

“That I’ll ace it. I have no idea.”

“No, you don’t,” he says. “But you’ve definitely got a better idea than me.”

“What’s that mean?” you ask, turning back to look at him.

“I just… You’ve got more brains than me, that’s all.”

He’s fiddling with his rings again, eyes trained on the tentative movements of his fingers rather than you. It gives you a chance to take in his face properly: tired, sallow, unhappy.

“How was Friday?” you chance. He shrugs. “Just okay?”

“Fine, yeah,” he says, voice flat and unfeeling. “Had fun, ‘til we came here.”

Your instinct is to be offended. You didn’t say anything cruel or unwarranted; in fact you barely said a thing at all. How could you have ruined the evening?

“What?”

“Tara, she, uh… She said bye when we left. I was walkin’ her home, only stopped here for the can, I mean- You know we’re miles from the park, took me forever to get back to mine. Thought, y’know…” You hum so he doesn’t have to utter the inevitable and break your heart.

“What happened?” you ask softly, hands on the table in front of you like an offering.

He looks troubled, truly, and it hurts - you may have gone a week without contact, the longest since he went on a fishing trip with Wayne when you were both 18, but he’s your best friend, and his pain is your pain.

He closes his eyes tight and sucks in a breath.

“When we left, she said… She told me I need to ‘really think about things’, which made no sense to me at the time, I guess ‘cause I was, like, 4 whiskey sours in and we’d smoked on the way over, and then she used the payphone outside to call a cab so I waited with her and walked home, and the next morning I realised what she meant.”

You look at him with nothing to say. He takes another deep breath.

“She probably saw me over here with you, y’know, and I’m sure to other people we seem pretty… Comfortable. And then you said you hadn’t eaten, and you looked so tired, I- All I wanted to do was take you home and make you dinner. And then the next morning, and, like, all weekend, all I could think was that one day some other guy’d be doin’ that for you, some college guy or somethin’, and I’d have to watch, ‘cause you’re my friend.”

“Eddie, I don’t understand.”

You’re genuinely bewildered. He’s still whispering, or at least talking in a low voice, and at multiple points during the past five minutes you thought you’d completely misheard him. It’s definitely your Eddie sitting opposite you - he has a tendency to be a little dramatic, and this is certainly that - but he’s never been so brashly honest like this with you before.

“I had fun with Tara, really, but… I realised I’d spent all night thinking about how much better it’d have been if you’d been there.”

You can feel the flush like fire up your neck and across your cheeks. Your palms are clammy so you pull them inwards, back towards yourself, to save yourself the embarrassment.

“I think I need to get some air,” you say, standing and leaving without waiting for him.

You hear him behind you as you descend the stairs and push the clunky glass door open. You’re met with a wall of cold air and you breathe a heaving sigh as you stand in its frost.

The door opens again only a few seconds later, and you turn to face your friend.

“Eddie,” you begin, “I need to know that you’re telling me what I think you’re telling me.”

“You left your coat,” is all he says, handing you the jacket. You don’t move, too stunned, so he steps behind you and you let him manipulate your arms into the sleeves like a sullen child.

“Eddie,” you bite, impatient and frustrated.

“Yeah,” he breathes behind you. When the coat’s on, he squeezes your shoulders, and you round on him.

“Please just tell me what the fuck is going-”

“I think I love you,” he says, louder than you. It’s a declaration, said without hesitation or subtlety. It’s so confidently loud that a couple of people leaving the library turn to look.

“It shouldn’t have taken me taking someone else out to realise it, but fuck, once I did I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I guess ‘cause we see each other all the time I never really questioned why I think about you so often, or whatever, but… I wanted to take you home and make you dinner on Friday, make sure you got some sleep, fuckin’ look after you. Made me feel dumb as hell because you’re not a kid or anythin’, but I just want you to be okay.”

You’re not sure when you started crying. Maybe it was as early as the declaration itself, but you know that by the time he told you he wants to take care of you, tears were rolling over your cheeks, unstoppable and filled with elation.

“Shit,” Eddie whispers, stepping toward you without thinking, reaching out to hold you somehow. He settles for a hand on your upper arm, almost at your shoulder. “Fuck, I’m sorry, please don’t cry, I-”

“It’s fine, I’m okay, I’m, uh- I’m happy,” you say, giggling, your tears making it wetter, thicker. “They’re happy tears.”

“Oh, good,” he breathes, shoulders sloping. You spot the beginning of a grin through cloudy vision. “Thank god.”

While you wipe your face with the sleeve of your jumper, Eddie’s hand moves from your shoulder and to your neck. You feel the heavy weight of him pressing there, not threatening but a comfort. It forces you closer, until you’re both looking at each other and laughing.

“The exam went really well,” you tell him. “Honest.”

“I knew it would,” he says, curling a finger behind your ear to move a piece of hair from your face. “You’re gonna kill it at college.”

“I’ll miss you. And everyone else.”

“We’re not going anywhere any time soon,” he says softly, fingers dancing until he’s cradling your face. His other hand is stuffed in his pocket, and you’re close enough that you can reach in and grasp it, pulling it out so you can wind your fingers between his. He looks down and smiles.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks. It’s almost a whisper and you almost miss it - almost. “For the exam, I mean. You did well, y’deserve a kiss.”

“Sure,” you say, laughing again. “For the exam, yeah.”

He chuckles before dipping his head just enough. You lift up to meet him halfway and he presses his lips to yours, firm but quick.

“Again,” you breathe, and he doesn’t ask questions. He bows again and kisses you, his force solid and homely. You kiss him back, breathless and keening.He’s warm and you want to take, take, take. You only stop when the door opens behind you again, creaking and followed by quick footsteps as someone else leaves.

Eddie kisses your nose and says, “Shit, you’re cold.”

“Can we go home?”

“No,” he says, and before you can finish protesting, he adds, “We have to celebrate. You’re done with studying! Let’s go get milkshakes or something.”

You wrinkle your nose, determined that you won’t be going to the diner you work in. “How about pizza?”

“Whatever you want, smartie pants.”

You physically bristle at the petname, cheeks flushing again despite the chill. Eddie’s arm settles around your shoulders and squeezes as he kisses your temple.

You stop walking once you reach the end of the block. He stops with you and turns to look at you without dropping your hand.

"I think I love you too, by the way," you tell him. "I didn't say- Back there, I should've said it. I- Well, I know I love you."

He smiles - beams - at your return of his declaration. He squeezes your hand in his and tugs.

"C'mon, pretty girl. Let's go."

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[hopelesslyromanticshark]

hi, just wanted to say your writing is amazing and I would like to request a fic. If your not too busy and like this request can you please write a Luke x daughter of Poseidon. Maybe they have known each other for awhile and his betrayal really crushes her. Thank you. Also can I be 🐬 emoji. ❤️

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content: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon! reader fic warning: angst, legit no redeeming fluff sorry yall author's note: the title got me foaming at the mouth- something about a good title just gets me all hot and bothered- jk jk also like...luke is tricky for me. bc i cannot for the life of me decide if he's a soft boy who's just been hurt too many times, or if he's a cocky son of a bitch who's just sometimes nice???? like, who are you sir????? i dunno, makes it kinda hard to write for him bc i don't have a good gauge for him but im tryin!!

you were the first person to welcome luke to camp, helping him to drag annabeth and grover into camp. watching as thalia gave her life for them. helping him fall more gently into the grass. ultimately dragging all three of them to the big house. that'd all been you, at the time, an unclaimed child. a few years later, after saving a kid from drowning, you'd been claimed by your father. and you were pretty content with life! you had luke and annabeth and grover, and you loved to train. so what if the cabin get's lonely sometimes? luke was more than happy to sneak in way after curfew and help you sleep.

you and luke never real discussed it, one day you and luke just became you and luke. daughter of the sea with the son of thieves. and you guys had good fun, always playful and light hearted. you'd help organize the hermes cabin when it got a little too full and help greet new campers, kneeling to meet them and doing cool water tricks to distract them for their world view crumbling around them.

and then percy showed you. you felt so bad for the poor boy, losing his mother in such a brutal way. you found yourself drawn to the boy, unable to ignore the way his nose kinda looked like yours and his curls fell in a similar pattern to yours. but you shook it off, knowing annabeth would mock you for being so stupid. you were more than happy to help percy feel welcomed to camp, gentle hands on his back and funny jokes falling from your lips. percy liked you, clinging to your side like a koala. and then he was also claimed by poseidon. he stood in that river, eyes stuck on the spinning green trident above his head. and you pushed your way through the other demigods, your chest heaving as you saw this little boy before you. and he had no idea. he had no idea that that stupid trident was a curse, a dooming of fate and the sealing of a life of heartbreak before him. you refused to let him know that, let the boy live in bliss for at least a few moments, tugging him into your arms and giving him a hug so tight and comforting he was able to disillusion himself into thinking this was his mother.

percy then got a quest and you could just see the gods tightening their hold around his throat, never to let him be a boy again. you went running to luke, grasping at his arm and begging him to give something - anything - to percy to help him on this quest. you'd just gotten him and you were determined to keep him around. luke soothed you in the way only he could, promising to find something for the young son of poseidon.

and find something he did. a pair of his father's shoes, feathers and all. and you'd be oh so grateful in the moment. you thanked that damn boy with kisses and cuddles, smiling softly as you thought your brother was in safe hands. oh, how wrong you were.

those damn shoes. that was your breaking point, hiding in the woods with annabeth and watching luke and percy. the moment he mentioned that the shoes, intended to drag the wearer to the deepest darkest hell, weren't meant for grover but rather the boy you'd told him to protect. you trusted him to ensure the safety of those you loved and luke castellan was breaking your heart.

"you promised to keep him safe," you whispered, tears building in your eyes as you step out from behind a tree. but you were mad, too. luke could see it in the grip you held on your sword.

"no...no, no, y/n, wait, you don't understand! i-"

"i understand enough, luke. you said you would keep him safe!" you argued, stepping forwards and you could feel your heart squeezing inside your chest.

"we can do better than keep him safe! the gods, they won't stop. the prophecy-"

"shut up! you will not talk about things you do not know fully! luke, i know they hurt you and i know you just want to get even but this...this isn't the way to do it," you begged and luke nearly broke. he nearly told kronos to leave him alone. he nearly let the gods make him their playtoy again. he nearly called it all off, just because you asked him nicely. but...it was too late.

"come with me. we can show them what fear tastes like. don't...don't make me do it without you, y/n. please. if i have to fight you on this...well..." luke muttered back, holding his free hand out to you. you stared at it, unable to move. here was the boy you loved presenting you with a delimma; go with him and love him but destroy the one thing you loved for or stay true to the gods and break your own heart.

"y/n, you can't," percy whispered, reaching to grasp you arm but luke raised his sword at the boy.

"let her make her own decision-"

luke's words got cut off by the swiping of your sword. you cut the palm of his outstretched hand before knocking his sword back from percy. you were crying but also seething with a rage that luke could see bubbling behind your eyes. he looked down at the nasty cut on his hand before glaring back up at you. or what he believed to be you. it was a little hard to tell with the tears blurring his vision.

"i'm sorry. i love you...but i guess not enough," you told luke and following your sentence, you could hear the shattering of two hearts.

"don't cross my path again, y/n, because next time i won't be so kind. i may love you but...i don't think it's enough," luke bit out and the two of you stood there, swords at the ready and your love fizzling out in real time. then luke left, cutting himself a escape and running. bitterly, you though him a coward as you fell to the ground. you were inconsolable, your arms wrapped around yourself as you cried and cried. percy fell with you, words tumbling from his lips and his arms wrapped around you best he could. and all you could hear in your head was a voice, one that was attempting to be comforting but also get you back on your feet, over and over again, as repetitive as the tide and just as destructive to your sandcastle mind.

smooth seas don't make strong sailors smooth seas don't make strong sailors smooth seas don't make strong sailors

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[nnnyxie]

a what santa?

we all know he has never had a normal childhood. so why not bring him to the mall for a taste of it? (todoroki shoto)

warnings; none

sfw, gender neutral

“so, what christmas traditions did you guys have as kids?” uraraka asked. everyone sat around in a circle with snacks in the middle, christmas music played in the background as well.

“my mom used to take me and kacchan to see zoo lights when we were small! he loved the lions!” izuku exclaimed, making bakugo grumble in slight embarrassment. “oh how lovely! my family and i went to balls! they were always beautiful and luxurious!” yaomomo said fondly— everyone had mixed reactions. they always forgot how rich she was.

“what about you?” uraraka asked you, she noticed you’d been quiet most of the night— not really talking with unless you were specifically spoken to. “oh— well… we used to go see mall santas. i’d wait forever in those lines…” you smiled a little, recalling how you and your older sister would jump up and down in the line— excited to see ‘santa’. “a… mall santa…?” todoroki cocked his head to the side, he looked both disturbed and confused.

everyone looked at him— shocked that he didn’t know what a ‘mall santa’ was. i mean— even your other ‘rich’ classmates knew. hell— even tokoyami knew! and you were sure he grew up with stories of krampus rather than santa. “roki how— how do you not know what a mall santa is?” sero’s voice held a tone of pity. “well… i hadn’t gone to a mall until i started UA… so…” todoroki suddenly felt embarrassed, and he shrinked into himself.

—

“hey, shoto?” you tapped his shoulder. “hm? oh, hi.” “i’m sorry if i embarrassed you last night at the hang out,” todoroki gave you a look of confusion— you hadn’t embarrassed him at all. if anything, he felt as if he embarrassed himself. “you didn’t— so don’t apologize. i did that to myself…” he looked at the ground with red ears. “well uhm… would you like to… maybe… see a mall santa…?” you nervously asked, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“wh— really?” he looked up, his eyes were wide with excitement. ��yeah… uhm— the mall’s santa actually opened up a bit ago, so— i thought that maybe… we could go and you could experience it… since you weren’t able to as a kid.” todoroki gave a small smile, “that’d be nice.”

—

“you ready?” you asked todoroki as he walked into the common area. he gave a nod as he adjusted the collar of his shirt.

the mall was surprisingly tame— considering it was a sunday afternoon. the only busy place was the small ‘santa’s work shop’ area— kids were lined up with their parents, some danced in excitement.

“so… what exactly do we do?” todoroki fiddled with the hem of his shirt, he was very clearly nervous— all because of a mall santa. it was kinda cute, to be honest!!

“well, we wait in line. once we get up there, we can take a picture or two and then some kids tell him what gifts they want.” todoroki nodded, he found the idea of it all to be amusing. “i thought lots of children wanted to see him. why aren’t there a lot?” “hm… i think it’s cause it’s sunday. i dunno… it’s the last relaxing day before some parents jobs’ so they probably just wanna stay home.” he nodded again, this time confused at the thought of someone having a ‘relaxing day’.

again, he’s never had a ‘normal’ childhood. his dad never really took off ‘relaxing days’. the only time he was ever off was when he’d train shoto.

the line grew shorter and then you both were next in line. you’d gotten odd looks from parents, children, and even workers.

“ah merry christmas… kids…” the santa said awkwardly, and he gave his best smile. “hello, it’s nice to meet you. this is my first time.” todoroki spoke, he was always honest. “oh my! well son, what would you like for christmas?” the man did his best santa voice, now feeling bad for todoroki. “uhm… a cat would be nice,” the santa laughed— as well as you. “we can try our best! do you have a second option?” todoroki looked over to you. “uh…” he leaned in and whispered to santa— who had a wide grin on his face. “i’m sure you could do that yourself, kid.”

after taking pictures with the santa, you both decided to grab hot chocolate from one of the mall drink stalls. “soo what was the second thing you asked?” you ‘hated’ that he whispered it— only because you’re a nosy person. “well… i asked if he could help with a date.” you gasped, very surprised at todoroki. “what!? with who!?” he blushed— and his eyes kept switching from yours to the floor. “you…” his left side flared a bit— you could see small sparks of fire coming from his finger tips and cheek. “let’s make this a date then,” you gave him a smile— which made the entirety of the left side of his face flare. “i would enjoy that.”

—

when you both came back to the dorms, it was late— only because, after the mall he took you out to dinner. which you offered to pay for but, he took your wallet away before you could.

“i had a very nice time, shoto.”

“i did as well.”

you both stood there for a few seconds— not knowing what else to say.

but then, you quickly pecked his cheek.

“goodnight!” you yelled— running to the staircases and to your room.

sorry i posted so late!! i’ve been super busy today!!

better late than never tho!!

be sure to follow along lynx’s christmas event!!

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[7ndipity]

"Husband-y"

Taehyung x Reader

Summary: A cozy evening at home leads to talk of the future, and an important question.

Warnings: none

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this, I got so soft writing this omg! I'm finally starting to catch up on all the requests from last week, so they'll hopefully be going up in the next couple days💜

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You don't know what you did to deserve Kim Taehyung.

Earlier, you had swore you were about to collapse from exhaustion as you dragged yourself home from work, slumping against the door to push it closed behind you, expecting to be greeted by the typical dark and quiet of your appartment.

What you had been met with, however, was the soothing mix of music drifting from the stereo in the living room and faint humming from the kitchen, accompanied by the warm, savory scent of cooking.

Curiously, you had crept down the hall and peeked around the doorway, grinning as your eyes landed on a familiar figure. Taking a moment to admire him as he worked before making your presence known, you noted the way his hair fell over his eyes as he leaned over, his nose scrunching up slightly as he tasted something before nodding to himself.

"Whatcha making?" He jumped slightly at the sound of your voice, turning to you with a massive grin.

"Ah, pasta, I think." He said, coming over a pressing quick kiss to your lips. "How was your day?"

"Better now. Is that my apron?" You asked, toying with the ties around his waist.

"Maybe, is that okay?"

"Yeah, just surprising, I'm not used to you cooking."

"I wanted to surprise you." He said, pressing another kiss to your temple before pulling away to check the pans on the stove. "Why don't you go wash up? This should be done soon."

"You sure you don't need any help?"

"I'm sure. This is my kitchen tonight, get out." He said with faux authority.

"Yes Sir." You played along, giving him a tiny salute before retreating to your room.

By the time you returned, he had everything set on the table, complete with candles for mood lighting. You couldn't wipe the amused grin off your face as you watched him milling back and forth, putting on the finish touches, refusing again to let you help.

"What?" He asked, noticing your eyes on him again.

"You're just being really cute." You said, propping your chin in your hand as you watched him.

"Am I now?" He grinned.

"Mhm, very house husband-y."

"Husband?" He raised a brow at you, making you start to backtrack before he chuckled.

"I think I like that." He mused, resuming his task, leaving you to fight back the faint, embarrassed heat in your cheeks.

Now, as you lay in bed, his head resting on you chest, sleep threatening to overtake you as you talked, you'd never felt more content.

"Thank you for tonight." You said, playing with his hair. "It was really nice."

"I'm glad, I like getting to look after you." He said, adding after a moment. "I liked what you said earlier too, about me feeling husband-y."

"Really?" You glanced down at him.

"Mhm, I wasnt sure if you thought about that kind of stuff." He said, fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt.

"I think about it lot, actually." You admitted.

"Really?" It was his turn to ask.

"Yeah."

"What do you think about?" He asked.

"I dunno, lots of things... Sometimes I think about where we'd live. Like, I know we'd have to stay in Seoul most of the time, but I wondered if you'd want another place closer to your family, so we could visit them more, or somewhere totally different like New York or Paris where it's just us. Sometimes I think about if we'll have kids, and who they'd look more like." You chuckled. "Hopefully it's you... Tae?"

He'd grown so still, you'd wondered if he'd fallen asleep or if you'd said too much.

"Hold on." He rolled over, fumbling in the bedside drawer for a moment before turning back to you and balancing a small velvet box on you stomach.

You looked up at him in shock.

"It's not technically an engagement ring," he said softly. "But I wanted you to know that when the time comes, when we're ready, I want to take that step with you. I can't imagine my life without you."

You eyes welled over with tears as he took your hand, taking a steadying breath before he continued.

"I want everything you said and so much more. And if you'll have me, I would love to spend the rest of our lives together."

Your voice failed you, coming out as only a whisper as you nodded, tears streaming down your face. "Yes."

With shaking hands, he slipped the ring on your finger before pulling you close.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

You both fell asleep wrapped up in each other and the promise of forever.

#taehyung imagine #taehyung scenarios #taehyung fluff #taehyung drabble #taehyung oneshot #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #bts one shot #bts drabble #bts fluff #bts requests #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts imagines #7ndipity

[littledollll]

hi hi i would absolutely adore if you could write an agere fic with larissa and a reader who regresses to 9-11. go wild :3

Office day

A/n: I don’t think I’ve ever written for littles on the older side or like bigger than toddlers at all. It's definitely a little harder I think but I had fun with this, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none?

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“Momma momma momma!” Bright and early Larissa was shaken awake by your somehow overly energetic self. It’s 4:53 am. How the hell were you near ready for a marathon right now?

She had no idea where you came from but you certainly were running from somewhere and ended up crashing into her half-awake self at full speed.

She groaned as she felt your weight over her body before she even got to open her eyes. Eyes half closed, her hands cupped your face gently, giving you a little pinch before she leaned up to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Sighing as she reached over to turn the lamp on, she addressed you. “And what’s got my little darling so energetic today? I’m impressed you were even up before me.”

“I dunno! I just woke up! I slept very very well actually and wasn’t sleepy at all when I woke up.” You so happily explained, and Larissa only slightly envied the idea of actually feeling restful. “That’s very good, but momma isn’t feeling quite as energetic as you, dear. Can we use our inside voices when it’s early in the morning?”

She was always so gentle when she spoke to you. It was near impossible to actively go against her wishes or requests.

“I have a feeling a little one like you isn’t going to work today, hm?” Larissa muses as she finally feels a little more awake. Sitting against the headboard, she pulls you to lay your head on her lap and starts very carefully brushing through your hair. It almost made you fall right back to sleep.

“Hey! I am not a little one. I'ma big kid.” “Oh yes, very big, my love. But certainly not big enough to work.” She says again. More as a fact than a question. You nod in agreement.

There were a few minutes of peace and quiet. Something that was basically a sacred ritual for the two of you never to be disturbed. A second to breathe and just exist together in the quiet and calm of the morning, despite your energy and her lack of the very same. It was the perfect start to the day.

“How about you get out of your pjs and stay in my office when it’s time for work? I’ll pass it as a sick day and you can keep momma company.” She suggested quietly. Of course you sprung up at the idea of it, your energy resurfacing. Immediately jumping up to get changed so you could spend the day completely with her for once.

Larissa gives herself props later for telling you to get ready first thing in the morning because it takes you forty minutes to pick out an outfit that you’re just going to sit in, hidden away at the office.

“Little love, come get your breakfast.” You hear Larissa call from the kitchen and scramble to just chose something and walk out.

“You look very nice, that whole hour it took you was definitely worth it.” She mused, a soft smile on her lips as she tilted her head your way. You so rudely glared at her, making her fake a gasp and put her hand to her chest in feigned surprise. “Look at you with your little attitude. That doesn’t seem like something a big kid would do.”

That only earned her second glare, and she couldn’t help but chuckle as you joined her for breakfast, forgetting your previous attitude. “…thank you momma.” You said after a moment. Larissa only hummed, standing up and placing yet another kiss this one to the top of your head. “You’re very welcome. Wash your dishes before you leave, ‘big kid’. I have to go punch in.”

You pouted and grumbled but Larissa left no room for arguing as she swiftly left the room.

The rest of your day was spent with her just like promised. You roamed her whole office in the span of the whole day. You sat, walked, and laid down practically everywhere. Contrary to her who was stuck at her desk, occasionally taking a walk around the school to make sure everything was in order. Which you happily joined her for.

She reminded you to get off her desk just about a million times only for it to go ignored or forgotten about in just a second.

“Can we order out today?” You asked, praying to every and any higher power that Larissa would agree, and practically cheering when she did. Thinking about it for only a moment, she nodded soon after.

“I guess we could.. sure, darling. I don’t feel like cooking anyways.”

“Yes! You’re the best!” She looked quite happy at that, chuckling as you jumped off the desk to hug her. “Well thank you, dear.. now settle down for just a few minutes so momma can finish up and we can leave soon.”

#larissa weems #cg!larissa weems #Larissa x little!reader #principal larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa wednesday #agere #gwendoline christie #larissa weems wednesday #larrisa weems #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader

[1427]

When the Levee Breaks (pt. 4)

Daryl Dixon x OFC

The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her, right?

Chapt. Setting: Highway outside of Atlanta. 

Chapt. Warnings: degrading and sexist language, degrading behavior, season 2 Daryl, smut, oral (m receiving)(kind of) weird. Just weirdo perv (out of desperation) Daryl. 

Word Count: 3200

A/N; Daryl’s POV 😩🤷‍♀️ 17+ mdni

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Been keepin’ Merle’s stuff pretty well hidden. Guess I should probably just get rid of it, right? But I can’t. S’not mine to get rid of. So I just hide it. Separate bag from the rest of his meds, all the way at the bottom of a backpack, stuffed under the seat of my truck. 

Beatle says she’s been sober off spazz shit for three years. Pretty sure three years ago s’when I met her though, so I’unno how she figures that. 

But now we’re ditchin’ the truck and I gotta find a way to carry it without Beatle finding it. Don’t even have time to be upset about my truck. Had it for at least the last ten years. Loved this thing like it was the only thing I had. Basically was for a while. 

Takin’ Merles bike. It’s got some dumbass Nazi shit on it, but ‘m not complainin’. That shit don’t matter anymore. Neither does bein’ upset over a truck that’s not gonna do me any good without gas. 

Pack myself two bags. One goes with Beatle in Dale’s RV, the other is the pack I’d had stuffed under the seat. Spazz gets hidden underneath a few shirts, smokes, the couple sips left of girlwhiskey, and the rest of Merle’s scripts. Stuff I don’t trust Beatle with.  

I think she knows, too. She doesn’t say it but she gives me a look when I tell her ‘m holdin’ onto it. I offer her a whole cigarette. All for herself. And it shuts her up enough not to push it. 

Don’t know if I like when she’s happy or not. Kinda makes me feel sick so I try not to think about it. Dunno. Whatever. Don’t got time to think about that shit anyway. S’always somethin’. 

Don’t really even got the time to think about what a shit show the CDC was. Just gotta keep movin’. Guess the plan is Fort Bennet? Don’t know. Don’t care. ‘m just goin’. 

It’s nice to be back on a bike again. Can’t feel nothin’ but the vibrating underneath me and the air in my face. Can’t hear nothin’ but the engine. By myself. Like all this shit hasn’t happened…

No use in thinkin’ ‘bout it that way, though. Has happened. And I ain’t gonna be one of those sorry sacks that wants to pretend shit ain’t the way it is. That’s one thing I like Beatle for. She don’t pretend shits gonna go back. Don’t miss nothin’, ain’t lookin’ for no one. Far as I see it, she’s happy mostly. Guess it’s easy when someone’s takin’ care of everything for ya. Me. Giving her my smokes and buildin’ fires for my damn self, thinkin’ everything tha’s mine is hers. It ain’t. 

Other people makin’ plans. Other people findin’ shelter. Other peoples food. 

Too many people in this group ain’t pullin’ their own weight. It’s gonna catch up sooner or later. Beatle’s a weak player. Can’t decide if I should help her out or not. Can’t decide if I should protect her or not. Cuz she don’t want it, she don’t think she needs it. But she’s gonna need it. Sooner or later. 

Cuz I know I hate her and all that. Dumb fuckin’ bitch for sure. But after what happened at the CDC? Thought we were gonna die. Thought she was gonna die. Fuck. I’unno. Guess I felt somethin’. 

I’m in between knowin’ it and hatin’ it. It can be both right? Cuz it’s definitely both. One more thing I gotta care about. Real fuckin’ stupid. 

We’re only on the road a few hours before shit blows. Literally. Dales radiator. Good ‘n done. Then more bullshit happens but ain’t that the way shit is now?

A whole herd of ‘em come through and everyone’s fine. Andrea’s havin’ a panic attack ‘bout the geek that almost ate ‘er, Carol’s kid run off into the woods, and T-Dog’s all but bled out. But to me? Basically fine. No one’s dead or nothin’. 

Don’t know where Beatle was when the herd came. But she’s fine too, and any worryin’ I’d been doin was a waste of fuckin’ time. Not gonna waste any more of it bein’ mad I was worried in the first place. That I couldn’t think ‘bout anything else. Just images of her stupid happy face gettin’ ripped apart. Guess I care now. At least ‘bout her not bein’ dead. ‘Bout her bein’ here.

She’s standin’ outside the RV with me, sharing a cigarette cuz I don’t know how else to tell her I’m glad she’s alive. Can’t stop lookin’ at her. She’s either ignoring my staring or pretendin’ I ain’t doin’ it, and ‘m grateful. Don’t wanna talk ‘bout that shit. Just wanna look at her, and fix all those images in my head. Her face still happy and perfect and smilin’ at me like it wasn’t bein’ eaten by monsters a few minutes ago. 

I feel sick. Somethin’… different. 

“Can I just hug you, please?” She asks like she’s been waitin’ to say it. 

“Why?” I squint at her, dragging the smoke. Kinda want to - kinda mad she asked instead of just doin’ it, “Since when do you ask permi-“ I’m cut off by her body wrapped around mine. All four limbs holdin’ on like I’m keepin’ her anchored to the world. 

I hug her back, arms pulled tight around her. Why am I doing this? What the fuck is this? Goin’ fuckin’ soft for some dumb little girl. I can hear Merle laughin’ at me from inside my head, and I drop Beatle back down to the pavement. 

“I’m glad you’re alive.” She says, and I look down at her. Now she’s all covered in the gross shit I’m covered in. She doesn’t seem to care. Doesn’t even seem to notice. 

“Yeah?” I say at her, cuz I don’t know what else to say. Can’t tell her Im glad she’s alive. Can’t give her that. I hugged her back, that’s enough. She should know. 

She nods, smiling that stupid fuckin’ smile that I’m startin’ to like. ‘Fore her face starts wrinklin’ up somethin’ nasty. There it is. She looks at me, then down at herself. “What the fuck, Daryl?” 

Me?! “‘Pleeeease can I hug you, Daryl?’” I mock her. 

“I was worried!! And then you’re alive and okay and I  didn’t have time to look at you covered in guts and shit!” She squeals. I swear she knows it irritates me. I can see her goin’ to punch me in the arm so I let her, then pull her into another hug. 

Grabbin’ at her head to bring it close to my chest, covered in week old decaying monster meat, “C’mon, Beatle. Gimme a hug!” She’s tryin’ to fight it but ‘m stronger. 

She bends her knees and slips down and out of my arms. The blood on my hands making her too slippery to hold onto. She starts runnin’. I run after her til we get to the side of the road and she tries to hide underneath the trunk of a car crashed into the rail. 

Maybe this ain’t the time for fuckin’ around, but it don’t matter. Not when I finally got her cornered. The look of fear in her eyes does somethin’ to me. Not real fear.  Naw, cuz she’s smilin’. Cuz she’s laughin’. Just excited that we’re both still breathing. Still, smile on her face and laugh in her throat, she’s cowering beneath a cars trunk, beggin’ me to stop. The beggin’s doin’ somethin’ to me too. Fuck. 

I pick her up, slingin’ her over my shoulder, she yelps. Don’t she know how this shit works yet? “Fuckin’ quiet, Beatle. Dumb bitch.” I slap her ass once and she fuckin’ yelps again. “Wha’ did I just say?” And I slap her ass again. This time she’s quiet. 

Shit, that worked? Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. My dicks hard. 

I’unno if it’s cuz I never carried a girl over my shoulder like this, cuz I spanked her couple times, or cuz she listened. My dick gets even harder and I realize it’s definitely fuckin’ all of it. But mostly that she listened when I told her what to do. Maybe I should tell her what to do more often. Fuck. ‘m not helpin’ myself, or my problem, at all. 

I dip my head down to smell the sick I’m covered in to make it go away. It works. Even with her ass next to my face. So close I could bite it. For fucks sake. I put her down but she doesn’t run away this time. We walk slowly back to the group. Not sayin’ nothin’. Me, cuz I’m trying to focus on the smell of rotten flesh and definitely not Beatle beggin’ me to stop. Definitely not about what her face looked like when she felt my hand on her ass.  

Wonder if she’s quiet cuz she’s thinkin’ about it too.

 Wondering what she’s thinkin’ about and tryin’ to will away a stiffy. Fuck this fuckin’ high school bullshit. Like she reads my mind, I feel her needy little fingers snake into my hand. For a second I think maybe I’m smokin’ a cigarette I don’t remember havin’ but ‘m not. She’s just tryin’ to hold my hand. 

At first it feels nice, and then I feel sick again. Too many questions unanswered. Too much shit that’s already happened. Can’t trust her. So I shake her hand off, “Stop.” 

“Fine. Fuck you.” She stomps away and back into the RV. I’unno what the fuck’s wrong with me that it makes me smile. Do I like when she’s happy? Shit, I dunno. If I did, wouldn’t I not like it when she’s upset? So why does her being mad at me do it for me too? 

✨🏹

Whatever. 

She comes with me to go look for Sophia. Andrea stood up like she was gonna come too, but once Beatle and I are standin’ next to the RV Andrea doesn’t follow us out.

 We don’t stray too far from the road. It’s dark, and mostly just came out here to help ease Carol’s mind. ‘m definitely goin’ soft. But I’unno. Hurts to watch people lose stuff. Their families. Hurts to watch people hurt. 

Gonna hurt Beatle in a fuckin’ second if she doesn’t shut the fuck up. We’re walkin’ through the woods. At night. She’s gotta know this shit by now. “Beatle, keep your fuckin’ voice down. Please.” Did I just say please? Fuck me. 

“Did you just say ‘please’?” Fuck. Me. 

“Shut up.” 

“Don’t think I know how.” 

“Yeah, no shit.” She laughs, and it makes me smile. And that makes me feel sick to my stomach. Again. 

Her voice cuts through while I’m makin’ myself even sicker thinkin’ about it, “You wanna play another game?”

My eyebrows raise in her direction, “Yeah, that went real well for ya last time.” 

“Nevermind.” Her face falters and she crosses her arms across her chest. 

“What, you don’t wanna get half naked and cry again?” And for fuckin’ once I wish Beatle had somethin’ to say back. Some smartass shit that isn’t even funny but she definitely means it to be. But she doesn’t. She doesn’t say anything. She just lets my question hang in the fuckin’ air and suffocate me. Cuz now I’m thinkin’ about her half naked and crying and my fuckin dicks hard again. What is this shit? Rock hard cock every time I pick on her now? ‘m not gonna be able to do this. She’s gonna notice. Where the fuck is a guy supposed to jerk off and relieve some of this shit? 

On her fuckin’ face.

Shit.

She’s been quiet for too long and my brain won’t stop. It’s just getting worse. Images of her now, her face covered in my cum, her lips humming together making little bubbles with it, smiling. Shit. 

Beatle, say something. Anything.

“How big’s your dick?” Not. Fucking. That. 

She listens… right? She wants it, right? Why else would she ask that? Now, when it’s just the two of us out in the woods in the dark. She wants me to show her. 

So show her.

“Beatle.” My voice is low, barely there. Just a rasp of a word. 

She turns around, ready to explain herself before she even looks at me, “I-“ 

“C’mere.” If I don’t cut her off she’s gonna say she was just jokin’ but we both know she ain’t jokin’. She wants ta know. So she’s gonna know. 

Feel like I can see her blushin’ in the moonlight as she walks toward me, even though I can’t. Just know she is. Smile on her face like I ain’t about to wipe it off with my cock. Shit, hard as a fuckin’ rock right now. I rub my palm over the length of it, and I watch her eyes follow my arm down. Watch ‘em get bigger, wide and nervous, and it makes my dick twitch against my jeans. I pull out a smoke and light one, for a second I see a disappointment in her face, thinkin’ maybe I’d just called her over to share a smoke. Naw. “Down on your knees.” 

And Jesus Christ, does she kneel so fuckin’ fast. She stares straight ahead, and somethin’ comes over me. Can’t wait. Don’t want to. Don’t need to. Beatle does what I ask, at least when it comes to this. Like a good little slut would. That is what she’s good at, ain’t it? 

So maybe it’s a little fucked up that I grab her head and force her against the rough fabric of my jeans. Pushing my cock into her cheek as hard as I fuckin’ can. Holding her by the hair and rubbing her face on me. 

But this little bitch moans. At first I wasn’t sure, but she keeps fuckin’ moaning. She likes this. Somethin’ close to a laugh escapes my throat, past the cigarette between my lips. I take it with my fingers, letting one hand go from her head, the other hand pulls her back to look up at me. Her expression absolutely blown. She just looks at me for a second, before putting her face back on my cock on her own. It’s not the same amount of pressure but it still feels fuckin’ good. And somethin’ about her doin’ it on her own. Like she can’t fuckin’ help it. Like she needs it. 

She’s starts to lick at the fabric right where my head is and my dick spasms again at the sight of it. This time she can feel it underneath her mouth. She smiles up at me, smirkin’ down at her. Putting the cigarette in my mouth, I drag it, before bringing it down to her lips. A little reward for listening. 

She drags it once and I drop it on the ground. Beatle says “Thank you.” In the smallest voice I ever heard come out of her mouth. Fuck. I could fall in love with this Beatle. It’s just your dick talkin’ Dar, don’t get crazy. 

I grunt a laugh and start to unbuckle my belt. Unbutton my pants. Barely have my cock in my hand ‘fore her mouths around it. I pull her back by her hair, sharply. She winces in pain and reaches up to her head where I’m holdin’ on. Her eyes shoot up to look at me. 

God, fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have that image burned in my brain for the rest of my life. Her face, all discomfort and contempt because I won’t let her touch me. Like she’s fuckin’ dying for it. “Nah, keep your mouth shut Beatle. Gotta learn ta do what yer told.” 

She nods, and closes her lips. Looking from my eyes back down my body again. I lean back, takin’ myself in my hand and pressing my cock into her face. 

For a while I just rub myself all over, letting her feel the weight of it. Letting her know just how big it really fuckin’ is. Lifting it off her face and smackin’ her cheeks. Makin’ her flinch, her eyes squish closed but I press my hard cock against her eye and push up forcing her eyelid open. Fuck. I do the same thing with her lips. Smushing and rubbing the head of it into her lips to open them, I fuck against her mouth for a second. Beatles groaning and moaning but she doesn’t open her mouth. Somethin’ about it makes me need to cum. Now. No more fuckin’ around. “Open up.” 

She does. I spit into her open mouth, and she moans again, without swallowing it. Like a good slut. “Fuck, Beatle. Shit. Now stick your tongue out.” 

She does. I can see my spit falling off her tongue and I quickly catch it with my cock, before smearing as much of the slick spit from her mouth onto me. Taking myself from the base, holding hard to cut off the circulation. Always feels better when I do that. Rubbin her tongue with my cock til I can’t fuckin take it anymore. I’m about to fuckin’  cum. I pull away for only a second, my breathings all fucked and I can barely speak, “Close yer mouth.” She looks confused for a second but closes her mouth. Good. Was about to smack her. 

My left hand finds a place on the back of her head again, gripping into her hair to hold her in place. I push my hips forward and put the whole length across her face. My other hand pressing myself down into her from above her. And I fuck myself on her face. Grunting and sloppy and desperate to cum. Never done this before, shit, does anyone do this? But fuck, it’s so fuckin’ hot. Her lips and her cheeks and her eyelids and her nose all squished and being fuckin’ ruined by my cock. Shit.  Fuck. 

Right as I’m about to cum I put both hands around her head and hump her face like… I don’t even know. I feel fuckin’ insane, but she’s still moaning at the feeling of being used. Not even in a way that should be enjoyable to her. 

I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much in my whole fuckin’ life. Most of it ends up in Beatle’s hair, but there’s still a whole lot of it on her face. I mess with it for a second. Swirling my puffy post-nut dick in it before I get oversensitive. 

I put myself away, and sit down on the ground next to Beatle. Still in the exact same position. I let her kneel there, don’t tell her she can move or nothin’. Guess that’s why she doesn’t. Don’t think she can open her eyes either. S’funny. 

Relighting the short I’d dropped to the ground, I pull a bandana from my pocket. “Is it big, Beatle?” I ask her while I wipe only her mouth off, and put the cigarette between her lips. 

She sucks on the filter, and smiles. “Yep.”

Eventually I wipe off her eyes too. Can’t do anything about her hair though, so I promise to find her a hat from one of the cars on the walk back. 

And I don’t let myself think about what this might mean. Who cares? I don’t. Don’t think Beatle does neither. We’re just goin’. 

pt 5

A/N: Yeah okay,  I know. Daryl’s all back and forth. Does he not give a shit about Merle and Beatle? Does he know deep down they never did anything together? Or maybe he just wasn’t thinking about it at the time? He’s confused, guys. He also really doesn’t have all the information (Eventually he’s gonna ask but first we have to deal with Sophia. Sorry. I don’t want to either.)

#daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon imagine

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Ruby: MMmm-MH! Goooood Morning Yang!

Yang: *Brushing Teeth* M'rn Rbs!

Ruby: You're up bright and early. What's up?

Yang: *Spits in sink* Me and Blakey got a whole day planned-*Gargling & Swishing Mouthwash, Spits* We're gonna go for a walk in the park to get some pictures taken and do a little window shopping, then we're meeting up with her parents for lunch!

Ruby: You've got a whole day planned, Huh! Is there something special about to ... day ...

Ruby checks the calender - wednesday, Febuary 14th.

Valentines day

Ruby: Nonono! Not now! I haven't prepared!

Yang: Sorry Rubes! I gotta get dressed, so unless you wanna see me naked again, you should-

Ruby: I'm going, I'm going!

~~~~~

Ruby: Hey Weiss! Blake and Yang are busy-

Weiss: I have Dates planned Ruby! I'm afraid I can't help you.

Ruby: With- I'm sorry did you say 'Dates' as in Dates Plural?

Weiss: Yes I did.

Ruby: Isn't that kind of-

Penny: Salutations Ruby! I am here to see My Valentines for the day!

Ruby: Penny? You're going out with Weiss?

Jaune: I am too! We're going to be switching on and off throughout the day!

Ruby: What.

Penny: Knowing that you identify as 'Asexual' I inquired what romance felt like to Weiss, who was on her way to ask Jaune on a 'date.' Jaune brought up how Polyamorous relationships were uncommon but plausible, so Weiss agreed to spend her time with us both!

Ruby: ... Oh.

Weiss: Yes, and I still need to finish readying up! Please leave so that I may Dress!

~~~~~

Loud Thumping and groaning may be heard behind Ren and Nora's Door, along with slapping sounds.

Ruby: I dunno why I thought they'd be doing anything else.

~~~~~

Oscar: Hey Ruby! What're you up to?

Ruby: Finding you! Everyone else is busy with Valentines, so I figured "hey, Oscar hasn't seemed interested in anyone, and he know what romance is" so I looked for you so we could have a Totally Platonic hangout. Which, for Valentines day would be weird-

Whitley: *Barging in* Hello my Evergreen~ I brought Cinnamon raisin Oatmeal cookies for my most sweet of sweets~

Oscar: Uuuhh ... Sorry Ruby, I'm kinda busy?

Ruby: ￣へ￣

~~~~~

Ruby: *Knocking on Door* HEY UNCLE QROW!

Robyn: *Wrapped in a towel* Sorry kid, He's busy in the Bathroom.

Ruby: ... i though him and Clover-

Clover: I'm here Too!

Qrow: I got a big heart Kid! Now leave and let me bathe with these guys, or I'll tell them about your seventh brithday!

Clover: Now that I wanna hear!

Ruby: You wouldn't!

Robyn: *Holding Qrow's hand* He Would.

Ruby: ... Got it. Have a nice time. Please leave a sock on your handle next time this happens!

~~~~~

Ruby: ...

Emerald: How do they feel now?

Mercury: *Rubbing his legs, crying Slightly* They feel Real. They feel like they're back.

Ruby: Well That's sweet.

Emerald: We're trying. I'd talk more but concentration-

Ruby: And Merc seems like he needs you, have a nice day.

~~~~~

Ruby: Hey Winter-

Winter: ...

Cinder: *On Winter's shoulder* ...

Ruby: ... I'll be going.

~~~~~

Ruby: Hey Miss Schnee-

Willow: *sweaty and Flushed* Hello Dear! I'm afraid I don't have much time-

Kali: Willow~ We have time for one more round before me and Ghira need to see our Kitten~

Ruby: Just go-

Willow: I can take a break if you need-

Ruby: I'll be fine, i get it-

Willow: Seriously, If you need something-

Ruby: Thank you, but I'm good, all good, go have your fun-

~~~~~

TaiYang: Hey! You've reached the Personal Scroll of Taiyang Xiao Long! At the moment I am pounding someone's ass right now, and Can't reach you! PLease leave a message at the Tone!

Ruby: *Hangs up* Safe to assume that's where Raven is.

~~~~~

Ruby: ... Hey? Hey Torchwick!

Roman: *Sitting at a table at a cafe* Little Red, I'm not in the mood for any of our games today.

Ruby: What do you mean?

Roman: Look, Neo's a free spirit, and on today of all days, she's reveling in Warm bodies rather than cold blood, leaving little ol' me out to dry, just cause the way I get down and Dirty is only ever stylish not sexy.

Ruby: ... yeah, I get that. Everyone I can think of is either being horny or romantic. It's annoying.

Roman: Oh-ho-ho! It seems the little nightmare for all the criminals in Vale is and Ace of Spades, huh?

Ruby: Well ... *Unfurling Crescent Rose as she takes a seat* Wrong Farm tool, but yeah, my flags fly white, gray, Green and Purple.

Roman: ... how about truce for today? I get the feeling if we stay out of each other's trouble our friends and family can have a nice day.

Ruby: No assault, theft from Mom and Pop shops, no murders, no trafficking and no destruction of property.

Roman: ... take off destruction of property.

Ruby: Hostile architecture only.

Roman: *Extending his hand* Deal.

Ruby: *shaking his hand* Sweet.

#rwby #ruby rose #roman torchwick #NOT rosewick #platonic rosewick? #bumbleby #whiteknight #frostbyte #frostknyte #rich farmers #renora #true fairgame #jailbyrds #fairgame #cinwin #emercury #tairaven #rwby pheonix #rwby shitpost

[try-set-me-on-fire]

whatever you write is probably going to take me straight out but i love the way your fics do that to me, so "laughing while kissing" for the soft prompts please and thank you 🤗

-@buckactuallys

Soundtrack to this one. Soft prompts! Finished ones!

“Chimney’s doing another round of s’mores, you want one?”

Buck half turns from his spot at the edge of the tide. It was hot enough earlier that the cool bite of the ocean around his ankles still feels good as they creep closer to midnight than evening. “Nah, I had like eight of them with the kids.”

Eddie does a little hop over the foamy surf to stand beside him, and then licks his marshmallowy fingers clean. “Suit yourself.”

Another wave comes in and Eddie does his little hop over it again, except they really are at the very edge of the water so there's not really much foam to avoid. Buck squints at him a little, but he's unable to help the fond smile yanking his mouth around.

"What… are you doing?"

"Huh? Oh…" Eddie looks down at his feet and lets out a sort of bashful laugh. "Uh, we came to the coast to visit Pepa when we were kids - like little kids, I don't know if I was even five yet - and, uh…" Eddie looks at him, also sort of squinting and smiling. "I had it in my head that if the very edge of a wave touched me I'd get eaten by an alligator."

"W- why?" Buck gets out past a laugh. Eddie shoves him gently.

"I dunno, I was four. Made sense at the time. I think I maybe thought California was in Florida."

Buck laughs again, and when the next wave comes and they both hop over it he laughs harder, hands on his knees as Eddie chuckles beside him. He hasn’t bothered to straighten up when Eddie speaks again.

“Not in a bonfire mood?”

Buck looks out at the moon’s reflection cutting a path all the way to the distant islands that are just visible on this clear, bright night. “Just nice to be in a different ocean for a bit.”

Eddie hums, and kicks a little wet sand at him. “Now who thinks he’s in Florida? Same ocean, Buck, we’re two hours from home.”

“You know what I mean.” He waves a hand in a sweeping gesture. “It’s… vacation ocean.”

Eddie’s smiling in a way that seems to have trapped the words in his mouth, and Buck has to look back out at the waves or the full moon will give away the burning in his cheeks. “Yeah,” Eddie says eventually. “I know what you mean.”

Buck thinks he does. Eddie is the responsible one, of the two of them, level headed and no nonsense and calm, so it's been a little delightful to watch him throw himself into this camping trip with reckless abandon. He’d challenged the firefighters among them in a swimming race out to the floating platforms just offshore, begged alongside the kids to go walk down the beach to the little burger joint for ice cream, and charged around the woods with them after dinner, playing right along in their game of hunting for a spaceship full of aliens that might want to make friends, blinking their flashlights and throwing their laughter up into the sky in attempts to communicate.

Buck had spent the week before the trip feeling kind of sad about getting dumped, and feeling kind of guilty for not feeling more sad, and feeling a little… something, about how relieved Eddie had looked when he’d told him things with Marisol had also fizzled out. He’d liked Natalia, a lot. She was cool, and beautiful, and thought he was too, and she knew so little about him and his life that she felt like a safe place to exist without context for a while. It’s all a little dreamy, though, in hindsight, and Buck thinks he’d maybe tricked himself into finding a new method of running away from his own life disguised as grabbing on to a new one.

Vacation ocean. Maybe that’s what this is, too, another escape. Except Eddie is here, standing next to him and real as anything.

Buck feels like he’s got all the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle floating around in his head, and has just started in on the edges when Eddie says “Hello, earth to Buck.”

“Oh, sorry, were you saying something?” Buck takes a step further into the water, back to the waves despite any good advice about ocean safety. Eddie’s watching out for him, he’ll be ok.

“No, not really.”

“Did you ever find them?” Buck is wet up to his mid calves now.

“Who?”

“The friendly aliens.”

Eddie’s face scrunches into a grin. “Uh huh. Turns out they like s’mores too. And look a lot like Maddie and Jee-Yun.”

Buck breathes out laughter, and Eddie steps closer to him. “I didn’t text Bobby this morning.”

“Well, he was like five feet away. Drew short straw, had to set up his tent next to you and your rhinoceros snores.”

Buck takes another step back, and Eddie takes another step forward. They’re wet to the knees, now. “I mean… I was less surprised today. When I woke up.”

Eddie’s expression almost looks neutral, Buck can only see the smile because he might know this man’s face better than his own. “Yeah?”

“Mmhm.”

Eddie nods. “That’s good. You’ve seemed a little… something.”

“Before now, or this weekend?”

Eddie tilts his head, in a move so like Buck himself it makes him smile. “Both. In different ways.”

Buck takes another half step back, water licking at his thighs. “I think things were a little dull before. I think things are a little bright now. Letting my eyes adjust.”

Eddie nods again, thoughtful, and just a hair nervous. “Hope you like the view.”

Buck grins with half his mouth, biting his cheek with the other. “Mmhm.”

They’re quiet for a moment, the gentle roar of waves around them, a distant happy shout drifting over from the campground. Eddie takes the half step to close the distance. “Buck,” he sighs. “I have bad news.”

“What?” He frowns, and his stomach flip flops just a little. He’d like to think he knows Eddie well enough that he hadn’t misread the situation, but he’s been known to be an idiot about these kinds of things before.

“Unfortunately…” Eddie tilts his head forward, very close to Buck’s own, and says “There were also evil aliens and I did get possessed by one,” before shoving him backwards into the sea.

Buck goes down laughing, and comes up spluttering. Eddie is giggling as he moves sideways in the surf to escape revenge, but he’s not trying all that hard and Buck’s lunge takes him off his feet. They roll around in the water, a lot colder now that it's not just their ankles submerged, and end up in a kind of breathless tangled together kneeling situation, rocked by the current as it comes and goes.

“You piece of shit,” Buck says, fully grinning, and Eddie roars with laughter. “We’re gonna get our tents soaking wet.”

“So we change in yours and you come to mine,” Eddie says, a little scared and a little brave.

Buck splashes him, and Eddie laughs, and then Buck kisses him, and Eddie laughs into that too, the sound a little disbelieving and a lot giddy. Buck pushes forward into it and Eddie falls back till he’s sitting and they’re both almost underwater, so Buck pulls him back up again and Eddie chases the kiss, and they’re both laughing into it now, puffs of air passed back and forth between them.

“This is-“ Buck speaks the words mostly into Eddie’s mouth, shaking a little from the giggling and the cold and the everything else. “I can come to your tent?”

“Yeah, Buck.”

“And this is- it’s vacation ocean?”

Eddie pulls back, just a tiny bit, and puts his hand on Buck’s face, fingers already a little pruny. “It’s the same ocean as always, Buck.”

“I can… come home, after?”

“You can come home forever,” Eddie says, and kisses him again. It’s not a very successful kiss, what with Buck nodding into it and Eddie smiling too much to work his mouth at all, but Buck is putting it in the top five kisses of his life anyway. “Come on, let's go get dry.” Eddie stands up out of the water, and then pulls Buck to shore.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck #my writing #911 fox #911 abc #oops its 1 am whatever

[forever-rogue]

Kiss Me With Your Fist

AN | Alright kids, buckle in. We’ve got some friends-to-lovers-to-exes-to-?? goodness here. Enjoy!🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 5.9k

Masterlist | Main

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“So…you’re telling me that you’re dropping lunch off…for Steve,” Robin looked between the brown paper bag you’d set on the counter and you, blinking rapidly a few times, “Steve Harrington?”

“You are definitely overthinking this, Robs,” you offered her a small smile as you pushed the bag towards her, “he’s still my best friend, and he still needs to eat. I know he gets spacey about remembering to grab lunch so I wanted to make sure he had something.”

“But you’re not dating anymore…” her voice dropped slightly, as a strange look crossed her features. You swallowed thickly, willing the stinging at the back of your eyes to go away, “w-why are you still friends with him?”

“I know it seems weird,” you shrugged lightly, “and maybe it is…but I dunno. Steve has been my best friend since we were just kids. We tried dating, and apparently we aren’t in love with each other. We just love each other…as friends. And that’s…umm, okay.”

“He broke up with you-”

“It was kind of mutual-”

“Hmm, pretty sure it wasn’t,” she insisted as you bit the inside of your cheek. Yeah, no, she was totally right. Steve had broken up with you, but it hadn’t been…that bad. Alright, if you were being honest with yourself, it was that bad. But he hadn’t done it in a mean or harsh way, in fact the way he broke up with you was almost…gentle. You cried, unable to stop yourself, but what you hadn’t seen was how he broke down in tears as soon as he’d left your house. You offered Robin a tight lipped smile before shrugging lightly, “babe-”

“It’s okay. We’re friends…we’ll always be friends,” you promised softly while your heart told a different story, “please just…make sure he gets it.”

“Yeah,” she gave your hand arm a gentle squeeze as you walked out of Family Video, head down as tears threatened to run down your cheeks. Robin watched you go with a frown, unsure of just what she should do…she wished she could do something for her friends. 

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Blake Anderson was…fine. He was completely and utterly fine. And that was both the problem and upside of being on a date with someone like him. He was handsome in that typical ex-jock type of way, he was decently interesting and actually asked you questions and didn’t make the conversation all about him, he didn’t force a kiss on you, instead giving you a polite hug. He’d paid for dinner, insisting that since he asked you he was going to pay, he’d picked you up and dropped you off at home. Realistically, he should have been a dream.

But in reality, he wasn’t anything that you wanted. Because he wasn’t Steve.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you watched him drive away until he was out of the neighborhood, before walking up the driveway. You were almost at the door, but a voice calling out your name caused you to pause and turn around. 

There was Steve, standing across the street in front of his house, watching you intently. There had been so many upsides to living across the street from your best friend; these days more often than not it felt like a bunch of downsides.

“Hey,” he quickly jogged across the street, and you couldn’t help but laugh when you noticed that he was in his slippers, and sleep clothes. You offered him a small smile as he stopped in front of you, his whole face lit up, “was that…Blake? You went on a date with Anderson?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged lightly, scratching at the back of your neck awkwardly. You really did not want to have this conversation, “he…ugh, asked me out when we ran into each other at the store. Figured, why not, you know? He was nice, but a little boring. But he didn’t try anything and didn’t make me feel uncomfortable so I guess that’s good.”

“Are you going to see him again?” the question spilled from his lips before he could even process it. Your face fell for a moment before you studied your shoes.

“I dunno,” you admitted honestly, “maybe, probably. He’s fine.”

“Fine?” he snorted humorlessly, “is that the standard these days?”

“Stevie,” you sighed lightly as you gnawed on your bottom lip. Steve’s heart skipped a beat at the sight, “can we not talk about this right now? I-I don’t really wanna talk about it.”

“Y-yeah, sure,” he agreed, the corner of his mouth ticking up ever so slightly. He could see the grimace on your face and hated knowing he was the reason for it, “no, it’s ugh…my fault. Sorry. I just wanted to thank you for bringing lunch. I totally forgot when I was running late this morning.”

“I know,” you whispered softly as his brows furrowed in confusion, “I saw your car when I was leaving for work and I just kind of assumed you were running behind. I just figured lunch would be nice.”

“It was,” his heart constricted at your words, at the fact that you always took notice of such things, at the fact that you still displayed so much love and affection for him. For you it might have been a simple little thing, but to him it meant everything, “thank you.”

“It’s no problem, Stevie.”

“Game night - it’s ugh, at the Byers’ this week,” he said almost nervously as he tucked his hands into his pockets, “wasn’t sure if you’d heard yet. I…I guess I’ll see you there?”

“I don’t think so,” you could feel his eyes practically burning into you as you shook your head lightly, “I-I think I’m busy that night. I’ll probably just…skip for now.”

“O-oh, right. Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Yeah, it’s…” you shrugged before taking a step back, looking anywhere but his eyes. You’d break down completely if you did, “I’m gonna head inside, it’s getting late…I’ll see you around, Steve.”

“Sweethe-” he stopped himself but you felt his fingers wrapped gently around your wrist, “is everything alright?”

“Of course,” everything was most definitely not alright. Not when you were still so in love with him, but pretending that you were okay with just being best friends as you had always been, “just tired.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” your promise was weak and he could see right through it, “good night, Steve.”

“Good night,” he watched you shuffle towards the door, watching to make sure you got inside safely before he turned around to walk back across the street. If he were a better man - a stronger man - he would have run after you and apologized for every hurt he’d ever caused. 

Instead, he walked back to his dark and empty house, ready to spend another night alone.

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“Hey Henderson,” Steve offered his young protege a wave and smile as he stepped into the living room already crowded with his gaggle of children and friends. Dustin’s face lit up happily as he greeted him in return, but his gaze quickly drifted to over his shoulder, “what?”

“Where is she?” Dustin asked as he stood up and moved Steve to look around behind him for any sight of you, “Steve?”

“Who?”

“Bullshit,” he sighed heavily, “you know exactly who. I thought she was coming with you? She…she always comes.”

“She’s…busy tonight,” he shrugged it off but the young boy wasn’t buying it. This was the first game night in almost a year that you’d missed. You always came with Steve, before you dated, during, and then after. Until now, “I don’t know man, call her yourself and ask.”

Dustin sighed heavily as he shook his head. He reached up and put his hand on Steve’s shoulder, “I hope you realize how much you fucked up.”

“Whoa - language!”

“Grow up,” Dustin rolled his eyes, “I still can’t believe you broke up with her. Biggest mistake ever. Everyone knows, everyone agrees.”

“Do you think it was easy for me?” he ran a hand through his hair, sighing in exasperation. 

“Do we think what was easy for you?” Eddie popped up behind him, popping a handful of dry cereal in his mouth that he proceeded to chew loudly. Steve rolled his eyes dramatically; why did all of his friends have to have such wonderful timing? 

“Look, I’m not going to do this right now-”

“Yeah you are,” Dustin grabbed his arm and started to drag him outside to the backyard where there would have been at least some minimal privacy, Eddie in tow, “you’ve both been off for weeks, ever since you broke up with her. Clearly it wasn’t the right decision so why don’t you just fix it?”

“I can’t just fix it, Henderson,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “I need you, all of you, to understand that I did it for a reason -  a good reason.”

“No way in hell, or the upside down or whatever, could there be a good reason for that. She had you whipped, Harrington,” Eddie agreed with his young friend, “you worship the ground she walks on.”

“I did it to protect her,” he almost shouted after listening to Eddie and Dustin go back and forth. The two of them looked at Steve in confusion before turning back to each other. It was an answer that made sense…but also didn’t make sense at the same time, “everything I do - I do for her. I-I know it doesn’t seem like it and that I’m the bad guy, but that’s the truth. There - happy now?”

“How does breaking up with her…protect her?” Dustin was confused as he tried to make sense of the answer, “all it’s done is cause you both to be miserable, even if you’re pretending to be fine. We can all see it, Steve.”

“Yeah Stevie,” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest as he sighed deeply, “explain to us simpletons what you mean.”

“She…she shouldn’t have gotten involved in any of the shit we’ve been dealing with for the last few years,” he sighed, “I never meant to let her get involved but I did.”

“You do realize it was inevitable, right?” Eddie laughed lightly, surprised at Steve, “that girl would follow you to hell and back and with a moment of hesitation. She did do that, actually. There was no chance that you’d ever be able to keep anything from her. You’re her world, Harrington, it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.”

“I never wanted…never wanted her to have to see any of this or live through it,” he scrubbed a hand over his tired face, “look at all we’ve been through. I mean - fuck, we almost lost you, Eddie. I can’t even imagine…if anything had happened to her.”

“But it didn’t-”

“But it so easily could have,” he sighed, “all it would have taken was one wrong move from any of us and something could have happened. We barely got out of there.”

“You can’t think like that man,” Eddie, the one who had been through the brunt of it along with Max, knew better than anyone, “look, I don’t know man, I’m not good at this shit, but it’s easy to tell when two people are in love with each other. You’d do anything for her, she’d do anything for you. Yeah, the world is scary and fucked up, more than I’d thought before all of this, but there are some things worth taking the risk for. You just have to decide what those things are. But I think you already know.”

“She won’t even look me in the eyes anymore,” his shoulders slumped before he threw up his hands in exasperation, “I don’t think she even wants to be my friend anymore.”

“You’re so stupid sometimes,” Dustin shook his head as Eddie high fived him, “she’s trying to keep her distance because of her feelings. Because she loves you, but she wants to respect the boundaries you put in place. Even if you wanted to keep her safe, if something ever came up again, she’d be right there to keep you safe. Essentially, what you’ve done is pointless and just hurt both of you.”

“Okay, since when are you a relationship expert?” Steve was trying to deflect the fact that what Dustin was saying was true, “I-I don’t know what to do. I think I threw away everything.”

“Talk to her man,” Eddie insisted as though it was the obvious thing in the world. It was, “at least explain everything to her and let her make the choice of whether or not she wants to be your friend or whatever.”

“I don’t know,” he looked at his feet and let out a long shaky breath, “what if I-”

“Hurry up, idiots! We’re starting,” Robin poked her head outside and motioned for them to come inside so they could properly start game night. Eddie and Dustin gave Steve pointed looks as he groaned internally. They were right - that was the worst part of it all.”

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It was a quiet night at Family Video, and Steve and Robin had made the most of it by playing a bunch of mindless little games. When the phone rang, it ended up being a moment of excitement, rather than annoyance as it would have been otherwise. Steve almost jumped as he grabbed the receiver and pressed it to his ear, “Family Video.”

“Stevie?” your voice was shaking as goosebumps covered his skin. His heart started to beat wildly as he thought of all the possible reasons you could have been crying, “I-I-I’m sorry. I know you’re working but..I-”

“Baby,” he whispered softly without even thinking about it, “where are you? What happened?”

“I-I’m downtown. Near Enzo’s,” you wiped away the tears that had rolled your cheeks, “I…you know what, it’s okay. I’m okay. I-I’ll figure it out.”

“No,” he insisted firmly. He quickly asked for a more specific location, committing it to memory, already reaching for his keys, “stay right there, baby. I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”

“Thank you,” you whispered softly as he offered you a few more words of reassurance. You hung up the pay phone, cursing yourself for calling him but glad at the same time you did. He was the first person that came to mind, the one person you could always turn to, the one person that would always be there for you. 

You sat down on the bus bench near the payphone as you waited for him, nervous to see him. It had been almost a week since you’d seen him face to face, making up any excuse not to see him and trying your best to avoid him. And yet…you still found yourself calling him.

It was less than ten minutes when his familiar car pulled up to the curb and he almost jumped out of the driver’s side. He ran over to you, dropping to his knees in front of you as he reached up and tenderly took your face in his hands. Your eyes were glossy with tears and he delicately wiped the ones that pearled up away. 

“What happened?” his voice was soft and gentle, almost as if he was worried about scaring you away, “tell me so I can make it better.”

“I shouldn’t have called you,” you whimpered as you squeezed your eyes shut, “you were working and you hate me now and everything’s all wrong.”

“Yes, you absolutely should have called me,” he was going to ignore the aching in his chest at yours, chalking them up to whatever you were going through, “I want to always be the first person you call. What happened - please tell me.”

“I was on a date, some guy named Ryan,” your shoulders shook with effort as you tried to keep some composure, “and he asked if I wanted to go home with him and I said no because I knew he just wanted to have sex. He got mad when I said no and he…tried to touch me but I told him to stop and that I didn’t want to go home with him and h-he started to yell at me and told me to get out of the car and he just drove away.”

“Fuck,” his blood was boiling in his veins as all he could see was red. But underneath all the anger was the pain and hurt he felt at what you had just been through, “I will deal with him later, but first I’m going to take you home. Did he-”

“No,” you sniffled, “I got him to stop before he did anything. I feel so stupid…he seemed so nice and then he just completely changed.”

“None of this is your fault,” he whispered as stroked your cheek, “don’t ever think that. Come on, let me take care of you.”

“Stevie-”

“Shh,” he whispered, brushing a few stray locks of hair out of your face. He stood up, pressing a kiss to your forehead before helping you to your feet and into the car. 

The drive back to your house was silent, only the radio playing faintly in the background as you stared out the window. Steve had been half tempted to put his hand on your thigh, like he had done countless times in the past, but didn’t want to worry you or push you. 

When he pulled into your driveway, he came around and opened your door, holding your hand as he took you to the door. You expected him to leave once you were inside, but that thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. He gently took the keys from your shaking hands and unlocked the door, stepping inside and turning on the light before holding the door open for you. 

You followed him inside as he led the way to your bedroom, and everything almost felt normal. He turned on your bedside lamp before gesturing for you to sit down on the bed. 

“I’m going to run a hot bath, okay?” he asked but it wasn’t even a question. You nodded as you watched him go into the ensuite bathroom, slowly pulling off your heels and attempting to shed the dress that now felt all wrong. You heard him run the water before smelling the familiar scent of your favorite bubble bath. The memory of all the times in the past that he had done this for you caused a small smile to appear on your face. 

He popped back into your room, holding out his hand to you. There was a moment when you considered not taking it, but you could never do that. Instead, you took his hand and let him lead you to the bathroom. 

“Do you want me to step out?” he whispered, “I can wait outside until you’re done. I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

“You can stay,” you pulled off the dress and tossed it to the floor. You unclasped your bra before discarding and followed suit with your underwear. Despite having the best intentions, it was hard for Steve to control himself and not look, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

You stepped into the warm water, finding it the perfect temperature as you settled in. Steve sat on the floor next to you, trying to gauge what was running through your mind. You pulled your knees up to your chest as you turned to look at him with a sad little expression. He reached for a washcloth and your face wash before he delicately started to wash your face. You should have stopped him, stopped this and kept your heart from breaking further when you knew he would inevitably leave. But you couldn’t. Instead you sat still as he worked slowly and reverently. 

“Thank you,” your voice was barely above a whisper as you allowed yourself to meet his eyes. They were the same big, soft brown eyes that you’d fallen for over and over since you’d known him. And you could swear they were looking at you with the same expression as they had so many times, including the first time he told you he was in love with you. The realization that that was no longer true made your heart ache and you had to look away, “Stevie…I-I…thank you. For getting me, for doing this for me. But can you…can you please go home?”

“You want me to go?” his smile dropped as he opened his mouth but found nothing else to say.

“I can’t do this,” you sighed as you stared at the bubbles gently floating around, “I can’t do this and pretend that I’m not still in love with you. I know you’re not in love with me, and I respect that and because I want to respect you, I can’t have you here. I can’t make myself fall out of love with you and pretend I never loved you and that everything is just going to be alright. I knew that when we started dating it would be a risk - a risk that we might not work and it could jeopardize our friendship. And it did, a-and that’s okay, because at least we know we would never work out, right? And I-I don’t…it’s not fair to you for me to be in love with you and be your friend, you know? I don’t want things to be awkward or worse.”

“What do you-”

“I think it’s best if we don’t…if we aren’t friends anymore,” the words in themselves were the worst thing you had ever said. It broke your heart all over again, “my feelings for you are never going to change, Stevie. And I can’t just be your friend and you don’t want anything different with me so I feel like this is the only way.”

“N-no. That’s not true, you’re-”

“We’ll still have the memories of the good times,” your voice almost broke as you held back a sob, “but right now…can you please just go?”

“Swee-”

“Please,” you bit the inside of your cheek so harshly you were surprised it didn’t bleed, “please just go.”

He wanted to do anything but go. He wanted to stay, to tell you that you were wrong and that he had been wrong with breaking up with you in the first place. That he was stupidly trying to do what he thought was right, when it was really wrong. But that his heart had been in the right place. But you weren’t even looking at him. You wouldn’t believe him - not right now anyway.

“O-okay,” his lips were drawn into a thin line as he nodded, “I’ll go. I…I’m sorry.”

“‘s okay,” you shrugged again, “nothing to be sorry for.”

When you didn’t say anything else, he got up and left, but not before making sure you had a clean towel and pajamas waiting for you. His heart broke a little more with each passing step.

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You’d made it a point to do everything you humanly could in order to avoid Steve. It was a herculean challenge considering that you lived across the street from one another, worked close to each other, and happened to have all of the same friends (funny how trauma brings people together). But somehow you had managed and you were sure part of it was due to your friends helping in ways they could, usually by diverting Steve. As much as they wanted the two of you to figure it all out, they had to let it happen in its own time. 

You were a mess. Steve was no better. As much as you tried to get over him, trying to will away the love you had for him, it was impossible. He was not just your best friend, but your family, the person that had been by your side for everything, from elementary through high school, through the awkward teenage years, through all the dating drama and first kisses and parties and all of it. How were you just supposed to let that go? How were you supposed to let the biggest piece of your heart go and carry on like he didn’t exist anymore?

You couldn’t. 

And now it was another Friday night. A Friday night that would normally be spent with all of your friends, but was now usually spent home alone with a pint of ice cream and an old film. But this time, Robin and Nancy had convinced you to come to movie night at the Wheelers’ home, promising that Steve wasn’t going to be there. He’d told them he had to go out of town for something or other. You’d believed it; when you left the house his car was gone from his driveway and you knew that none of your friends would lie. 

But as soon as you were there, comforted by the sea of familiar faces and tucked next to Eddie on the couch, he walked in. The room fell into silence as he looked just as surprised to see you there as you were to see him. Everyone seemed equally surprised.

“I…it’s movie night,” he said lamely as he held up a case of cola, the tension in the room so incredibly thick. 

“You said you were going out of town,” Nancy whispered with wide eyes, blaming herself for the tension, “you said you weren’t coming.”

“I did go,” he stammered nervously, “I got back early and figured I’d come over. I-I-I didn’t know that…”

“Hey,” you cast a look around the room, extremely aware of everyone’s expectant looks, “it’s all good, guys. We can watch a movie, after all. It’s fine - let’s get our snacks and watch.”

Like a collective sigh of relief washed over the room, everyone relaxed slightly. While at least things were at a head, you were freaking out throughout the movie and attempting to keep calm. Judging by the way Eddie kept looking at you and almost protectively put his arm around you, you clearly weren’t doing a good job.

Once everyone had said their goodbyes, you followed Eddie to his van, having hitched a ride with him earlier. Before he could even open the door for you, Steve ran up behind the two of you, “I can take her home.” 

“It’s cool,” Eddie wasn’t sure what to do, not wanting to get in the middle of it but also wanting very much to get in the middle of it, “I’ve got her.”

“It makes no sense,” Steve’s hands were on his hips as he nervously glanced at you, “you live across town and we live across the street. It’ll save you the trouble.”

“She’s no trouble,” he insisted with a smug little smile. 

“It’s just that-”

“It’s okay,” you cut Steve off without looking at him, “I’ll go with Steve, Eds. He’s right, it’ll save you the drive. Thank you though, for picking me up and all.”

“Anytime, sweet cheeks,” he gave you a soft smile - he’d always been soft on you - as you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, thinking nothing of it, “see you this weekend.”

“See you,” you gave him a wave before following Steve to his car, a tense silence falling over the two of you. You got into the passenger seat without a word, fully expecting to say nothing on the drive home. Instead you contented yourself with staring out the window at the past scenery.

“Munson, huh?” He broke the quiet after a few minutes, his knuckles practically white from the tight grip he had on the steering wheel.

“He’s our friend, Stevie,” you didn’t look at him, but the use of his nickname caused his stomach to somersault, “we’re just hanging out. That’s all. I love Eddie but he’s not..,never mind.”

“He’s not what?” 

“He’s not my type, okay? I’m not attracted to him like that,” you sighed, clenching your jaw as you tried not to cry. You wished he would just keep quiet and let you be miserable in peace.

He did that much at least, keeping quiet and his gaze away from you until he pulled into his driveway and parked. You immediately moved to get out, closing the door and mumbling a soft thank you as you almost ran across the street to your house.

“Wait!” Steve darted after you, easily catching up and grabbing your wrist gently to stop you. You inhaled sharply before turning around to meet his eyes, “please. We need to talk-”

“We?”

“I - I need to talk,” he insisted, attempting to muster up all the courage he had to finally tell you what had possessed him to make the biggest mistake of his life, “please. Just let me…explain.”

“I’m not really interested in getting my heart broken all over again,” you pulled your hand out of his and wrapped your arms around yourself, a defense mechanism that you hoped would ward him off, “look, I’m sorry I was there tonight, okay? Robin and Nance swore you wouldn’t be there. If I had known you would be, I won’t have come. I’m sorry if that made things awkward. There, I said it for you. You can go home now, Steve.”

“No, that’s not what I was going to say at all-”

“Then what were you going to say?” you asked as you flailed your arms nervously, “I don’t think there’s anything left to say.”

“I’m sorry,” he finally said after a few beats of silence, “I know you probably don’t want to hear it and I probably don’t deserve your time, but I just need to…explain.”

You sighed heavily, but nodded, “okay.”

“When  we started dating,” he wanted to look away but forced himself to look in your eyes, “that was the best day of my life. I had been wanting nothing more for years, but I just couldn’t bring myself to ask you because I never thought someone like you could actually love me, or want me or anything-”

“Someone like me?”

“Just you,” he insisted, “you’re so…fuck. You’re perfect - to me you’re perfect. You’re so beautiful, so smart, funny, kind, caring, and you babysit the kids so well with me and I’m just...so much better with you. I’m a fuck up, baby, I know that. I’ve made some shitty choices and haven’t always been the best guy, but the best decision I have ever made was sitting next to you that first day of class in the first grade. The worst decision I ever made was convincing myself that by breaking up with you was the only way to keep you safe. I never wanted you to get involved in this shit, to put you in danger, but you’re so fucking fearless and selfless that you never hesitated. You didn’t blink an eye or question it. And then…when we were in the upside down and we almost…we almost lost Eddie, that was one of the worst feelings ever. If I felt that way about a friend, imagine how I would have felt if it was you. I would have never forgiven myself. I hated even seeing you with those cuts and bruises. And then I thought, maybe the solution to all of it was to…create a bit of distance. I thought that would keep you away from the bad shit and keep you safe.”

“Steve-”

“I should have told you that in the beginning, but I knew you’d never have it-”

“Stevie.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” you could see that his eyes were glossy with unshed tears now and it made you want to run and hug him, “I thought it was right. All I ever wanted to do was protect and keep you safe. Even if it meant you hated me.”

“Steve,” the tears had run down your cheeks regardless of your effort to hold them back, “how do you think I felt when those stupid demobats almost got you? I would have done anything to keep you safe-”

“You did.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “just like you would have for me if things had been reversed. You think I didn’t know all of that was dangerous? You really think that would have stopped me from following you?”

“No…”

“No,” you confirmed, “you’re insane if you think anything you could ever do would get me to leave your side. Even now, I would do anything for you Steve Harrington. You’re so smart and so dumb at the same time, and you really hurt me. But I can’t even be mad because your heart was in the right place. Even though you were idiot, you did it-”

“Out of love,” he finished, “I’ve always loved you, since we were stupid kids, and I’ve been in love with you for so long. That never changed. It will never change. There is not a single memory that you’re not somehow involved in. There is not a single future I can picture without you and like six kids and a big RV that we use to go camping and traveling.”

“I hate camping,” you laughed through your tears as he stepped closer to you.

“I know you do,” he exhaled nervously, “but you’d do it for me anyway.”

“Yeah,” it was a soft promise, one that brought a smile to his face, “I would. For you? Anything.”

“I know that I fucked up,” he wiped your tears away his thumb, and you could feel his body shaking, undoubtedly with nerves, “and I don’t deserve your forgiveness or love or anything. But I’m an idiot, and selfish, and I’m yours, baby - fuck, I’m yours - and I’m going to ask you for a second chance.” 

“I want to be mad,” you admitted, “because we’ve both been suffering like idiots. But, Steve Harrington, I’m still in love with you. And I’m willing to give you my heart to break again.”

“I won’t, I swear,” he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, “I know you have no reason to trust in what I’m saying. But it’s true.”

“I know,” you could feel his breath against your lips, could feel how close his lips were, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you,” he sighed softly, as his arms wrapped around you without hesitation, “can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, letting him take control. His kiss was soft and slow, so many unspoken words and words behind it. When he pulled back at you, you could see that his cheeks were wet too, and just like he had done for you so many times, you wiped away his tears. He took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your palm, “six kids, huh?”

“It was just a thought,” the two of you shared a soft laugh, neither of you breaking eye contact, “it’s negotiable of course.”

“I dunno about six,” you grinned softly, “but a few baby Harringtons sounds good.”

“Yeah?” his smile was that same soft, dopey smile you’d fallen in love with countless times, and you found yourself falling all over again.

“Yeah,” you kissed the corner of his mouth, “I love you, pretty boy. You’re a fool, but you’ve got a heart of gold.”

“I love you,” he held up his hand and you slid your palm against his, letting his much larger hand envelope yours, “always.”

“Always.”

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[steddieas-shegoes]

Eddie doesn’t exactly get high often, alright? He just indulges in his own supply when he’s feeling particularly stressed.

Okay, so he’s been a little fucking stressed lately. His supply is down to nothing.

And it wouldn’t be a problem, except he feels like he’s getting a cold, or a flu, or a fucking tumor. He’s been sneezing nonstop and he keeps getting hot flashes and it just doesn’t make any sense. He’s been holed up in his room for a week, not even coming out to see Wayne before he leaves for work. No way he caught something besides loneliness.

Wayne always has some Tylenol on hand, but what good does that do when he’s dying? There’s some allergy meds that Wayne always takes during the first bit of spring, but they could be expired for all Eddie knows.

So he’s dying. Alone. In his too-hot/too-cold room. No music to even soothe his soul on its way to its final resting place.

“Eds?”

Oh, now he’s hallucinating too? Great.

“Eddie!”

He turned towards his door but couldn’t find the energy to open his eyes, even when his hallucination spoke again.

“Jesus, Eddie. What the hell is going on?”

Steve was definitely not a hallucination. He was standing in Eddie’s bedroom doorway, hands on his hips, unfairly attractive scowl on his face, looking at Eddie like he was a lost cause.

He always looked at him like that when he was trying not to show he cared.

“If you don’t have drugs, leave me to die.”

Eddie turned back towards his wall and pulled the blanket over his head, regretting it the moment a drop of sweat made it’s way down his neck. He refused to let Steve see him like this. One near death experience was enough vulnerability for them.

“Wayne called and asked me to check on you. He said you were avoiding him. Any reason or you just felt the urge to see my pretty face?”

“Wayne shouldn’t have called you. I don’t know why he called you. Pretend he didn’t. Go back home. Say nice words about me at my funeral and try to mean them.”

He couldn’t see Steve, but he could feel his eye roll.

And Eddie knew he was being over dramatic. He was over dramatic more often than not. But he was having a rough week, his therapist would probably even say it was an isolation week, and now he was sick on top of it. Dramatics were his way of showing he’d survive.

“Are you sad or sick?”

“Yes.”

“Which one is worse right now?”

Eddie considered the question, considered his answer.

“Sick.”

“Stomach, head, or both?”

“Both. Everything.”

“Got a thermometer around or do I have to kiss your forehead to see if you have a fever?”

Eddie knew he was blushing. He’d never been so thankful for a comforter nearly suffocating him as he was in that moment.

“You’re not my mom no matter what the kids seem to think of you.”

“Thank god for that.”

Before Eddie could unpack whatever Steve meant by that, he felt the bed dip behind him and a hand touching his back.

“Let me check for a fever so I know what meds to get.”

Eddie hesitated. He hadn’t showered in at least three days. He was breaking out in a cold sweat. He was at his least attractive at this moment.

Letting Steve, the guy who he’d been in love with for almost a year now, see him like this? Hell no.

“Eds. Don’t make me call Wayne at work.”

Eddie sighed and pushed the blanket off of his head. He turned onto his back and glared at Steve. He ignored the fact that it took most of his energy to keep his eyes open long enough to do it.

“You look like shit.”

“Thanks, I got all dolled up just for you, sweetheart.”

If Eddie had felt better, he may have noticed how Steve blushed, but unfortunately, he had already closed his eyes again.

He felt a cool hand on his forehead and sighed, relaxing back into his pillow.

“Fuck, Eddie, you’re burning up! How long have you felt this bad?”

“I dunno. Last night.”

Eddie didn’t want the hand to leave, it felt too good against his burning skin. He shivered when he felt another cool hand on his cheek.

“I’m getting some Tylenol for the fever and I’m calling Wayne to get you flu meds on his way home. Were you just gonna dehydrate and suffer in here alone?”

“Probably.”

Eddie waited for Steve to argue, to tell him he didn’t need to hide away or pretend he was fine if he wasn’t. He’d heard it plenty from his therapist and Wayne and Dustin and even Max when she felt like being nice. But he was met with a drawn out silence that made him nervous.

He peeked an eye open to see Steve staring down at him.

“I wasn’t gonna like, let myself actually die.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“Uhhh…”

“It’s not like I wouldn’t be here. You know I can handle it. Right?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Do you not trust me to take care of you?”

Eddie opened both of his eyes to see Steve pouting. Actually pouting like a child not getting their way. Over taking care of him.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what?”

“You’re not my babysitter. I didn’t wanna bother you.”

“But I could’ve taken care of you.”

Eddie’s brain short circuited. He lost every ability to form a coherent thought.

“Eddie?”

This was too much. Steve was too much.

“Can you get me that Tylenol please?”

Eddie felt the bed adjust to Steve standing up and heard him walk to the bathroom across the hall. He took the separation as a small blessing so he could get the very few thoughts running rampant through his brain in some semblance of order.

When Steve came back with the Tylenol and a glass of water in hand, Eddie sat up in his bed.

He took the pills and chugged most of the water, ignoring the angry look Steve was shooting him.

“Thanks. You can go if you want.”

Steve, stubborn idiot that he is, didn’t go. In fact, he pushed Eddie over in bed to make room for himself.

As Steve got comfortable next to him, Eddie lay his head on Steve’s chest and splayed his arm across his stomach.

Might as well go all in if this is a hallucination.

“Just get some rest, Eds.”

Eddie let his eyes flutter closed. The last thing he remembers before slipping into his illness and medication induced sleep was a light press of lips against the top of his head.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #idk Liam had to take Benadryl tonight because allergy season and it got me thinking #these two are equally miserable when sick #and equally overprotective when not

[custardcrazy]

sugar, sugar

summary: You’re Ted’s history tutor. After a study session in the library, he offers to buy you a slushie to thank you for your help - things happen from there. (gn!reader) 

wordcount: 2.2k 

A/N: please forgive me for somewhat ridiculous pacing on this one. also, my requests are open for bill and ted!!  (please help i’ve been stuck in writer’s block for god knows how long. also i love them) 

“And who’s the patron saint of France?” You asked, showing the notecard to Ted. 

It was after school on a Friday, so hardly any other students were still in the building. The librarian had vacated her post a good hour ago - you weren’t sure if that was allowed, but she hadn’t returned thus far. The only other people- or, person - in the library was one kid in the corner, poring over a ridiculously thick book.

Ted took a moment, face scrunching up a little as he thought over your question. “Uhh,” he began, “is it Joan of Arc?” His brow furrowed as he absentmindedly brushed some of his hair out of his face. He didn’t sound sure of himself in the slightest. “I dunno, dude. Or is it Napoleon?”

“Joan of Arc,” you corrected gently, giving him an encouraging smile as you showed him the answer. “That’s six in a row, Ted. You’ve really improved!” 

Since you were one of the top students in the honors-level class, Mr. Ryan had basically forced you to help out Ted with his studies. Things had been awkward at first, as you hadn’t thought much of him, having heard less-than-flattering things from your fellow honors students about him and his friend Bill. But Ted, being himself, had quickly endeared himself to you, and you could gladly consider yourself friends with him now. You’d met Bill a few times as well, but since he was being tutored by somebody else, you didn’t get to see him as often as Ted. 

At your compliment, Ted tilted his head downwards, hiding beneath his bangs in a move that could only be described as bashful. “Thanks, dude.” 

Amused, you shuffled through the cards again. “No problem. Just one more to go, don’t space out on me just yet.” 

“ ‘Kay,” he answered meekly, looking as if he was attempting to regain his composure. Though, as he peeked at you, you could still tell that his face was a bit pink. He was pretty much an open book; even if he tried to hide his feelings, anyone with basic knowledge of human emotion could tell what he was thinking. It was kind of refreshing, actually. And also kind of cute. 

“Alright.” You dispayed another card to him. “Who was the creator of the Mongol Empire?” 

This time, Ted brightened up. “Oh! I know this one, it’s easy.” The embarrassed look was gone in an instant, replaced by a grin. “Genghis Khan, right?” 

Flipping the card over, you nodded. “Yeah, that’s it! Nice work.” 

Seemingly happy at his small victory, Ted’s smile persisted. You couldn’t help but return it; his attitude was contagious. Brown eyes met yours, crinkled up at the corners. And abruptly, time seemed to still. 

You were aware that Ted wasn’t exactly ugly, but. Had you actually looked closely before? Not like this. He was kind of -- 

pretty?

Wait, since when had you -- 

“That’s all for today,” you said, after a beat. You focused your attention down at the table, suddenly feeling self-conscious, as if he could read your thoughts. “Like I said -- you’ve improved a lot, Ted. I think you’ll do alright on the final, at least.” Aware of the fact that you were speaking just to hide your own increasing awkwardness, you began to clean up your notes, paper rustling as you did so. 

“You really think so, dude?” Ted beamed, and you could practically hear the smile in his voice, even though you weren’t looking at him anymore. (But you wanted to.) 

“Maybe I won’t flunk after all! That would be totally mortifying, after all the effort you’ve put into helping me out, dude.” He was so genuine, as always, but it somehow felt more special now. Of all times. “Thanks again, dude.” 

“It’s no big deal,” you insisted, tucking your stuff into your bag before closing it. Finally, you glanced at him -- his eyes had been on you the entire time. “You’re not nearly as bad as some of the guys on the football team, y’know. One of my friends got stuck with one of ‘em.” You lowered your voice as if you were telling him a painful secret. “This guy in particular has terrible hygiene.” 

“Bogus.” Ted made a face. “I seriously hope that your friend is okay. That sounds odious, having to deal with unsanitary sports dudes.” 

“Oh, I’ve heard enough to know how it is.” Standing up, you swung your bag over your shoulder, before pushing in your chair. Mostly on reflex. You shivered to remember being yelled at for forgetting to ‘leave everything as you found it’... Maybe it was a good thing that the librarian was conveniently absent. 

Ted did the same, and you walked side-by-side out of the library. 

It was perfect outside, and the parking lot was pretty much empty. You checked your watch - 4:30 PM. Ted stilled next to you, and you looked over, meeting his eyes.

“Well,” you said, somewhat stiffly. “We actually ended a bit earlier than usual. Did you study on your own time?” You didn’t say it out loud, as it would probably come off as rude, but your expectations were pretty low when it came to Ted. He was a hard worker when he wanted to be, sure, but that was hardly ever. Most of his brain was occupied by Led Zeppelin and various other bands. Which was delightful, but not when trying to get him to memorize other things. 

The boy shifted where he stood, looking sheepish. “..Maybe a little,” he answered. “The flashcards you gave me really helped, dude. The little drawings on the back, too. The stuff you said about me being a ‘seeing learner’ was right, I think.” 

Huh. He actually studied? “Oh, I thought so -- wait.” You looked at him quizzically. “ ‘Seeing learner’?” 

“You know, uh.” Ted floundered for a moment. “Like, um, learning stuff faster if I see, like, pictures of them? I think?” 

It took you a second to figure it out, but then it clicked. “Oh. Ted, that’s a ‘visual learner’.” 

“Oh,” he said. “Yeah, that.” 

You couldn’t help but snort, which somehow seemed to bring a smile to his face - the reason why being unknown to you. “Right. Keep it up, then. Like I said, I’m pretty sure you’ll pass the final, as long as you have a general idea of what the historical figures did.” You’d already informed him that basically paraphrasing the textbook would probably work, as long as he loosely stuck to the theme. 

Ted nodded, his shoulders bobbing with the movement. “Stellar.” 

“So, uh, you heading home now?” He asked, shy once more. 

“Probably.” You shrugged. “It’s not like I have anything else to do.” 

“Then,” he said, and you quickly took notice of how he was beginning to rush his words. “Do you wanna -- I mean, if it’s okay with you -- I can buy you, like, a slushie or something? At the Circle K?” You opened your mouth to answer, but he kept talking. “If -- if it’s okay with you, dude. Even if you are acting most indifferent about helping me out, I wanna, like. Thank you properly.” 

... You had to admit, you were kind of touched. 

Also, did your heart just skip a beat? What was going on? 

“Sure, if you’re offering,” you said, mentally patting yourself on the back for how nonchalant you sounded, despite the fact that you were also really confused at the same time. 

“Excellent,” he replied, pretty much instantly perking up. If you had to describe Ted in as few words as possible, you’d probably call him a golden retriever. Was that degrading, though? “Let’s go, then! The walk isn’t far, I go from here to there with Bill all the time.” 

Ted ambled off, and you followed after him. 

-- 

As he’d said, the walk wasn’t long, and before long, you were sitting outside the Circle K, on the curb. Ted had paid for both of your slushies, and though he hadn’t mentioned it, you were flattered that he did, despite the fact that he didn’t exactly have a lot of money to his name. 

The way that he’d frantically rustled through his pockets for a five-dollar bill said it all. 

The plastic of your drink was cool against your hands, and you took a sip from the straw. You’d picked your favorite flavor to be safe, as you hadn’t had a slushie for a decent while - but you still enjoyed it all the same, thankfully. On the other hand, Ted had chosen a mixture of flavors that you still weren’t sure if they were safe to combine. 

“Is that edible?” You asked him, after taking another sip from your drink, and gesturing to his. 

“Sure is, dude,” he proclaimed proudly. “After loads of experimentation, I believe that I have found a magnificent combination of slushie flavors.” He smiled at you brightly. “It took all of last summer! Bill still thinks that it tastes gross, though.” 

“Huh.” You couldn’t even remember what he’d put in it. “Mind if I try, then? To see if Bill’s right.” Also, to sate your own curiosity. You weren’t quite sure if Ted’s slushie was radioactive, but even if it was, there was the chance that it was as good as he said it was. Even if the chance itself was slight. “You can have some of mine, too. Fair trade.” 

He gave you one of his jerky nods, and you exchanged slushies. 

You hesitated a little, before trying his. 

It... 

It wasn’t half-bad, actually. Maybe you could even call it good. 

You turned to face him to say so, about to give the drink back to its rightful owner. But you found him, just. Looking at you, like he had while you were talking back in the school library. He was still holding your slushie up, as if he’d just taken a sip from it. 

“What?” You asked. “Do you really hate that flavor or something?” 

Your voice seemed to snap him out of whatever reverie he had been held in, and he shook his head, dark hair flopping around. “Nah, it’s not that, dude, I just --” A pause, in which you waited for him to continue, now feeling somewhat apprehensive. 

“I just realized, like. Sharing the drinks and all...,” He trailed off, and okay, he was going red, you realized. “Sorry, it’s stupid.” 

“What, are you sick?” You urged, now more worried than anything, moving to give the slushie back to him. “Hey, it’s alright, just --” 

“It’s not that either! Like I said, it’s dumb!” Ted interrupted, and now you were officially confused. It probably showed quite plainly on your face, as he hurriedly focused his eyes on your slushie in his hands. Part of you wanted it back, but now you were mostly just concerned for your friend. 

“What is it, then?” Hoping that you weren’t coming off as harsh, you frowned, lowering your voice a little. “If it’s bothering you like this, then it isn’t stupid, Ted.” You’d finally gotten through to him, and his shoulders sagged. He mumbled a few words that you couldn’t hear. 

“Ted?” You asked, hoping he’d speak up. 

You had to strain a little to hear his next sentence. 

“ ... The whole, um, ‘indirect kiss’ thing,” he muttered. “With sharing straws.”

Wait, what? 

“What do you mean by that?” You pushed, and okay, he was hiding behind his hair again. This was new. You were suddenly aware that your heartrate was increasing. “Is there.. something wrong with that?” 

“ ‘M sorry, dude.” He took a steadying breath. “You’re a very intelligent and  helpful tutor, and you’ve really helped me a lot -- wait, you already know that, I’ve told you that before - But that’s all to say that --” Ted ceased his rambling, eyes snapping up to meet yours. 

“Now that I’ve brought up kissing, dude, I just gotta say that I have been most infatuated with you for the time we’ve known each other.” A beat, in which you merely blinked, stupefied. Ted kept talking. “And I.  I’d, like, really like it if we could actually, like. Kiss. And stuff.” His face was a pretty pink. 

It took a moment for it to sink in. And suddenly, it all clicked. It all made sense now -- how Ted always seemed to become shy when you complimented him. How he always turned his full attention on you when you were talking, even about stuff he found extremely boring. And how when he made you smile, he returned it tenfold. 

Had you really not realized this before? Maybe you were the one who needed tutoring, you thought.

Ted was still looking at you, though, awaiting an answer. He was beginning to shrink in on himself, and you couldn’t have that. Even if his confession was pretty sudden and completely out of nowhere. 

So you delicately placed his beloved drink on the curb next to you. 

Ted’s breath caught in his throat as you moved closer, taking a moment to cup his face, his skin warm against your fingertips. As soon as you made contact, regardless of how soft it was; he folded, maybe a bit literally, eyes automatically fluttering shut as you leaned in. 

At first, he was tentative. Unsure. But after the first kiss, which was rather short and cute, he was much less tense. Your hands carded through his hair, and he pulled you closer.

#ted logan x reader #ted logan imagine #ted logan imagines #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves x you #ted logan x you #bill and ted imagine

[zzzzombieboy]

I want a Carlos x male reader so badly but the creative juices are not flowing.

u asked the right guy cuz guess who’s back from his break 😝 ps sorry it’s short i’m sick and tired

Carlos Oliveira x M! Reader

“So, uh, you met the new guy?”

Carlos leaned up against the Umbrella Corps laboratory level doors, arms folded over his chest. The man standing next to him was trying to strike up a conversation he had no interest in, but the words ‘new guy’ seemed to have caught his attention. His black curls fell over his face as he glanced back over to the other guard. “What new guy?” he asked, one leg buckling as he shifted his weight.

The other man’s eyes seemed to grow wider once he finally got a response out of Carlos. He cleared his throat. “You know, uh, that kid. Like 22 or something, came in this morning.” explained the guard. Carlos narrowed his eyes. Way to be unspecific.

Carlos looked back ahead of him, the florescent lights beaming down on the white tile below him. One of his boots laces were untied. He didn’t bother to fix it. “Huh.” Carlos replied with a huff, his finger tapping against his right arm. His job was boring. He sculpted his body to be one like the gods, and all he gets to do is stand around all day and watch nerds with lab coats walk into doors.

The other guard seemed nervous. He gave a small lighthearted chuckle. “Apparently he’s got an in with Birkin or something. Dunno what. My guess is he’s a fuckin’ nepo baby or somethin’.” muttered the guard. Carlos let out a breath out of his nose, trying to imitate a laugh. He was uninterested. He was more interested in seeing who this guy was. No description, no background, he had to see what he was like.

Carlos stretched his arms up above his head, hearing a small crack. It felt nice. His body felt stiff constantly at his job. The other guard looked to Carlos, watching his expression carefully. He decided to stop talking, for the sake of Carlos’ boredom and his own dignity.

What felt like hours passed by with no word coming from the two of them. The sun for higher and higher, causing a beam of light to reach through the windows. Carlos focused on that to give him any semblance of entertainment, watching it slowly shift by each minute.

Then there was a click of a door opening down the hall, followed by boot footsteps. Carlos knew that it wasn’t one of the lab rats. It was another guard. He squinted, waiting for the footsteps to come around the corner. They had a certain lightness to them that was odd to see when it came to his coworkers. His eyes widened once the guard reached around the wall.

He wasn’t remarkable by any means, but there was something about him that Carlos seemed utterly fascinated by. His jaw seemed tensed as his eyes flickered between the two guards at the door. He flipped a pen between his fingers, looping it over and over again before giving the guard next to Carlos a nod. The guard walked off. The new guy had broad shoulders, deep, almost sunken eyes that could pry into somebodies mind with ease. His shirt seemed to hug his body in the perfect way, giving him more than enough room to show off. His lips formed a small pout naturally. His hair framed his face. He was perfect.

Carlos swallowed as he watched the man replace the guard. He cleared his throat absentmindedly, giving the new guy another once over before speaking. “Hey.” Carlos spoke, his voice cracking slightly at the beginning but holding the baritone that he often spoke in. “You’re the uh, new kid, right? I’m Carlos.” He introduced himself, not bothering to hold out his hand for the other to shake. He didn’t seem like he was very keen on touching.

The man glanced over at Carlos, his eyes flickering along every bit of Carlos’ features, analyzing them. It made Carlos feel naked — like he was being stripped down to his bare soul. The man adjusted his jaw, making a small clicking sound come from the bone. The man never locked eyes with Carlos. “Y/N.” replied the guard, stuffing one hand into his pocket while the other rested by his hip. His voice was low, gravelly almost. It was clear he was a man of solitude. Carlos’ lips parted slightly, giving a slight nod.

Carlos’ eyes seemed to be stuck on Y/N. There was just something about him that was so alluring. Carlos had been struggling recently with himself. The way he felt whenever he saw a man that fit his type made his stomach turn. He knew what it meant, but he didn’t want to admit it to himself. Not yet. But something about Y/N just made him want to drop everything and run away with the guy.

Y/N nibbled on his lower lip absentmindedly, brining Carlos to notice how scarred they already were. It was clear it was a habit. Y/N brought his hand up and scratched the side of his face, a small patch of unshaved stubble at the area. Carlos noticed however, on the back of his hand, there was a tattoo. He widened his mouth, trying to prepare himself to ask the question.

“What’s with the tattoo?” asked Carlos. He recognized how it sounded. “I- Like, what does it mean?” he corrected himself, staring at the tattoo with curious eyes. The tattoo was of the male gender symbol intertwined with another. Y/N paused for a moment, following Carlos’ gaze. He pulled his hand away from his face, looking at the tattoo.

Y/N never really liked explaining this one. It was the 90’s, and it’s not exactly the safest one that you could have out in the open. But Y/N was strong, and he intimidated most. He wasn’t in any physical danger if he explained it. He cleared his throat, shifting on his feet awkwardly. “Means I play for the same team chicks do.” he muttered, his voice softer than it was previously, like he didn’t want anyone to hear it. He crammed his hand back into his pocket.

Carlos furrowed his brows. He didn’t know what that could mean, taking more than a few seconds to process it. Then it clicked. He was gay. Carlos’ eyes widened a bit, his lips parting wider as he let out a somewhat shaky gasp/sigh. “Ah… I, uh, I gotcha.” replied Carlos, clearing his throat before looking back ahead. It was like these thoughts followed him everywhere he went. No matter how much he tried to push them away, they always came back to bite. His face felt hot, but luckily Y/N wouldn’t be able to see the reaction because of Carlos’ darker complexion.

It was quiet for a while. Neither of them spoke, the only sound made was light breaths and small sniffles of the nose. Carlos continued to let his mind wander, and that proved to only make his issue worse. It was less than an hour the two had been next to each other, and Carlos seemed to be crushing on this guy like a school girl.

It remained that way until Carlos’ shift was over.

To take his mind off of the newfound feelings he had, he wanted to get a drink. His newfound privilege as a 21 year old was proving to be helpful when he wanted to push back his feelings. He didn’t abuse it however, but he frequented a few bars around town when he didn’t have anything better to do.

He found himself at a bar that remained nameless. Most people called it ‘The Safe Room,’ but others just named it after the street it was on. He sat on a stool, the bartender across from him cleaning a glass. It was quiet in the building, only a few people here late on a Wednesday night. He was nursing a bottle of beer, his eyes focused on the TV that was playing a baseball game from a few years back. His eyes were halfway closed, feeling exhausted from his long shift and the thoughts that were burning a hole in his head.

The bell rang near the door. Someone had walked in.

Speak of the devil.

Y/N pushed the bar door open, the bartenders head perking up once the two made eye contact. They nodded at each other. Y/N seemed to be a regular at the bar. He had only been the legal age to drink for a year, yet somehow he already managed to make himself at home in many bars around Raccoon City.

Carlos looked over his shoulder as he heard the bell ring. Y/N walked in with the same demeanor he did when he walked into his first day of work. His outfit was different though. He wore a much baggier tank top, and jeans cinched around his waist with a brown belt. Around his neck he wore two dog tags. His hair was much scruffier than it was at work, but it worked on him well. Carlos’ eyes seemed to widen when he saw the change. His heart started to pound.

Y/N looked around the bar for a brief moment before locking eyes with Carlos. They seemed to share a similar gaze of surprise, Y/N’s scarred lips slightly parting as he furrowed his brows. He rolled his shoulders back before giving Carlos a nod. It seemed to be his go to greeting.

Carlos gave a meek smile in response, but seemed to bite down on the inside of his cheek when Y/N started to walk towards Carlos. The two didn’t meet eyes, Y/N’s footsteps echoing throughout the empty bar before he sat down on a stool beside Carlos. He looked to the bartender, who seemed to know exactly what he wanted before he ordered it. Y/N glanced back over to Carlos, trailing his tongue over his teeth.

Y/N folded his arms over the wooden bar top, leaning against his before looking back to Carlos. He observed again, looking at the difference Carlos wore outside of work. His hair looked the same, and he had the same look in his eyes. Y/N let out a soft breath before speaking up.

“I gotta say, I didn’t peg you for a gay guy.” he spoke, watching as the bartender slid him a glass of gin. He was quick to put the glass up to his lips, taking a small sip. Carlos’ eyes widened at the words, his lips parting slightly. How the hell did he find out?

Carlos looked back over to Y/N, feeling his cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment. “What?” he started, his grip around the bottle tightening slightly as he darted his eyes around Y/N’s face. “What gave you that idea?”

Y/N looked back at him. He gave a slightly amused, but confused laugh at Carlos’ question. “Brother, we’re at a gay bar.” he replied, taking another sip of his gin. “Did the fact that I’m here not give it away?” he chuckled softly, setting the glass back down onto the wood top. Carlos’ eyes widened further. “Seriously?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N let out a small laugh once again. “Yeah, man.” he replied. Carlos looked around for a brief moment, his lips parted nervously before he ducked his head down in embarrassment. “God…” he muttered under his breath, his dark curls falling over his eyes briefly before he pushed the strands away. Y/N raised an amused brow at the shame that Carlos was showing.

“What, you too good for this place?” asked Y/N, a slight smile spreading across his scarred lips, folding one leg over the other. His expression was somewhat smug, waiting for the look on Carlos’ face to shift again. He was interested in Carlos for whatever reason, having seen the odd glances that Carlos’ kept giving him when they were at work. Carlos looked back at him, his eyes fluttering at the words before shaking his head. “No,” Carlos replied swiftly, feeling his heart hammering in his chest. “I just — Y’know, It— It- god,” He stuttered over his words, covering his face with his hand in any attempt to save his dignity. Y/N figured him out.

Trailing his tongue over his teeth, Y/N gave Carlos a little nudge with his hand. “Hey, you don’t gotta explain anything to me. I know that look.” he spoke, his smile growing wider. It felt odd to see such a stoic man with a grin across his face. He was clearly amused. “I’ll just tell ya, sooner than later you gotta face the music.” he told Carlos, leaning his head forward slightly so he could see Carlos more clearly.

Carlos felt exposed. Y/N had him figured out from just a simple sentence. Carlos let out a heavy breath, turning back over to Y/N with his brows furrowed. “I don’t know, man, it’s complicated.” He breathed. He was already a little tipsy, and he had a tendency to blurt out things he wouldn’t want anyone to know. “I don’t… I dunno. I dunno.” I muttered.

Y/N raised a brow. “I think you know.” he replied. Carlos let out a sigh. He pushed his hair back with his hands. Y/N’s eyes looked over Carlos with a sympathetic gaze, his tongue clicking. Another small breath escaped Y/N’s lips as he glanced over Carlos. He found himself lingering on his arms, his body. Something about Carlos was alluring. He was quite handsome.

The two remained silent, a knowing silence. They both continued to take small sips of their drink, staring forward.

“You’re a good looking guy, Carlos.” Y/N blurted. Carlos’ eyes flickered a bit before looking back over to Y/N. He felt his face heat. “I mean it.”

Carlos let out a small breath, trying to push back his pounding heart and return to his normal charm. “Are you flirting with me?” he asked, raising a brow. Y/N looked back at him with a smile perking at the side of his mouth. “Maybe.” he replied, taking another sip of his gin. Carlos let out a small laugh, biting on on the inside of his lip. “Maybe, huh? Haven’t decided yet?” he replied, taking another small swig of his beer. They had a back and forth going now. Y/N liked that.

“Haven’t decided if I wanna break HR rules yet, more like.” he replied. Carlos let out another laugh through his nose, looking off to the side for a brief moment before his gaze landed back onto the man next to him. “Good answer.” he spoke.

Y/N started to bite on his lip again, his breath coming through his nose as there was another silence. Carlos’ gaze looked back to his lips. “You shouldn’t do that, y’know.” spoke Carlos, giving a small nod to the habit. Y/N’s lips were perfectly fitted to his face, perfectly round and colored. Y/N paused for a moment, his chewing on his skin stopping as he looked back to Carlos. He raised a brow.

“Why’s that?” asked Y/N, his thumb brought up to his face and swiping the area he was chewing. A small blotch of blood appeared on his finger.

Carlos nodded his head to the spot. “That’s why.” He replied.

Y/N let out a small sigh, wiping the bit of blood off on his shirt. A bit unsanitary, but he didn’t care anymore. He had done way worse things. Carlos watched curiously, a brow raised. “Lip’s bleeding.” he spoke, pointing to Y/N’s pouted lip with a sliver of red across it. Y/N let out a huff, looking back at Carlos. “No shit.” He replied.

Carlos looked back over Y/N’s face. The dim lighting of the bar hit his face in such an attractive way, lighting up each refined feature with a soft orange. Carlos felt a warmth in his chest, letting out a heavy yet soft breath. His hair fell over his forehead, shifting his head slightly. Y/N’s lips looked so inviting at the moment. His heart raced.

Y/N let out a soft breath, wiping his hand over his face before looking back over to Carlos. “I don’t like a lotta people, you know.” He spoke, eyes still refusing to make contact with Carlos’. “And I don’t know you well. And we work together.” he continued.

Carlos raised a brow. Where was he going with this?

“But,” he added. There it was.

“I think you’re interesting.”

Carlos was at odds with what that could mean. Given the context, he assumed that it was positive. The look in Y/N’s eyes showed a slight passion behind his words, even if the two weren’t making eye contact. “Interesting?” Carlos repeated, hoping that the man would elaborate.

Y/N let out a soft breath through his nose. “I think you’re… Interesting. Yeah,” He uttered. “You’re an interesting case.”

Carlos was still left in the same curiosity as he was before.

“I think you’re interesting too.” Carlos replied, folding one arm over the other. “As interesting a security guard can be.” he nudged Y/N with a playful smile spread across his face. Y/N let out a light laugh, ducking his head down before taking another sip of his drink.

Y/N bit down on his tongue for a short moment. His hair shifted as he moved his head, his eyes flickering around Carlos’ face for a few seconds. “I’ll be honest,” He spoke softly, setting his glass back against the bar. “You caught my eye when I walked in today.” he sighed softly. Carlos let his eyes fall back to Y/N’s lips. He felt his stomach turn.

“Oh yeah?” asked Carlos, his lips curving up into a smile. “Am I that charming?” he asked, taking another sip of his beer. Y/N chuckled softly. “Yeah. Sure.” he replied, an amused tone in his voice.

Carlos smiled, biting down on his lower lip. His face felt hot. He could hear his heart pounding over the distant chatter of the bar. Y/N could see his expression. He thought it was cute. “I’m not very smooth,” spoke Y/N softy. “Forgive me if I’m a, y’know, not as evidently charming as you are.” he laughed softly, taking another sip of his gin.

Carlos smiled softly at his words. He scratched the side of his face, fingers against the stubble on his stubble. “It’s alright. I know it can be hard talking to a godsent angel like me.” he spoke confidently, looking at Y/N smugly. Y/N snickered at the comment, his grin growing wider. Carlos liked his smile. It looked good on him.

“You’re cute.” Y/N spoke softly, his teeth partly peeking out of his lips as he smiled. Carlos’ face brightened when he heard the words, looking back to Y/N with a cheeky grin. He felt like he was on top of the world. His worries about himself and how he felt seemed to be washing away in the presence of this man.

“Cute enough for you to break HR rules?” asked Carlos, leaning his arms up against the bar top. Y/N let out a soft breath, his hand wiping over his face for a brief moment as he gave Carlos another once-over. He clicked his tongue, shifting his body so that he was facing Carlos.

He set his glass back down. “Not sure yet,” spoke Y/N. “But you… I dunno. You got my fancy.” he spoke, his eyes trailing down to Carlos’ lips. They seemed to have the same idea in mind. Y/N leaned forward a bit, pausing to glance into Carlos’ eyes. They were dilated, however hard it was to see considering the dim lighting, and the barely visible contrast from his deep brown eyes to his pupils.

Carlos felt his face heat. His lips parted slightly when he realized the small distance that was now between them. His breath went heavy, his heart pounding and his stomach turning. And before he knew it, his lips were pressed up against Y/N’s.

Carlos felt his body melt as soon as he could realize what was happening. Y/N’s hand went against Carlos’ shoulder, both their eyes closed and a sudden warmth forming between the two of them. It was slow, and gentle. Carlos let out a small sigh against Y/N’s lips, his body leaning against the other man’s out of instinct. His hand moved and rested on Y/N’s shoulder, holding the two of them together for a few moments before Y/N broke away. It was short but sweet. Carlos’ face held an invisible flush, his cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

Y/N’s voice was slightly breathy as he spoke again, liking his lips for a brief moment before looking back to Carlos. “If you uh, keep entertaining me while we’re standing around, I’ll break the rules. More rules.” he spoke, correcting himself at the end with a smile spread across his face.

Carlos’ eyes opened back up, swallowing at the words. His breath was heavy as a similar, but more excited smile spread across his face. “Okay,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked back at the man in front of him.

#asks #fanfic #fanfiction #male reader #resident evil #x male reader #carlos #carlos oliveria x reader #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x male reader #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira x m! reader #umbrella #1998 #cop inside me died that day #comeback #break is over! #welcome me back #sorry i dissapeared for like 5 months #😝

[thebucketpail]

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 12

Pt. 1 pt. 11 Ao3

In which Dani walk in on something and Vlad gets a verbal smackdown.

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Jason hummed as Danny cuddled closer to the steady thrum of the man's core. He’d been purring for the past thirty minutes as they watched the movie playing on his laptop., piled on Danny’s bed with their feet tangled together, and Danny didn’t even know if Jason knew he was doing it. They hadn’t yet broached the topic. Afterall, asking someone about their death was usually a one way ticket to getting in a knockdown dragout fight. And not the endearing kind that some ghosts used to show affection. It didn’t after though. Danny purred back.

“Hey Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we dating?”

Danny paused the movie and turned to look up at Jason. He had his thinking face on. The one where his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed together in a tight line. It was adorable.

“I don’t see why not,” Danny replied, “Why?”

“I dunno, I just- We’ve been on a couple dates and I didn’t know if we were still trying things out or- this feels very couple-y though.” he said.

“Is that a good thing?”

Jason paused for a second, “yeah,” he said, “yeah it is.” Danny smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

“Good.” It wasn’t the first time, and it was short, but it made Jason smile.

“That was good too.”

“Oh yeah?” they asked, shifting to face their boyfriend and kissing him again, “How was that?” Jason didn’t answer, only hummed as he pulled Danny in for another kiss. Then another. Then another.

The laptop fell off the bed with a small thump, their movie long forgotten as the two made out like lovedrunk teenagers. At some point Danny ended up on their back with Jason’s tongue somewhere down their throat and his knees on either side of their hips. His hand had just begun creeping up their shirt when the door opened.

“Oooooohhhh.” The two bolted apart, Jason somehow managing to hit the back of his head on a shelf.

“Tristan I swear to the Ancients-” Danny started, but it wasn’t his roommate standing in the doorway. “Dani?” they asked.

“Dad?’’ she responded.

Jason’s eyes blew wide, ‘Dad?’ he mouthed. Shit. This was not something Danny wanted to explain so early in their relationship. They shot a look towards their boyfriend in a way that said ‘I’ll explain later’ before turning to their clone.

“Dani, what are you doing here?”

Dani rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly looking uncomfortable “Uuh, is this a bad time?” she asked, gesturing to Jason, “Should I go, or-?”

Danny looked between the two again before sighing. “No, it’s fine. Come in,” He said, gesturing her in as he did a quick tidy up of his bed, retrieving the laptop from the ground and setting it safely on the nightstand. “What brings you here, Dani? Not that I’m not glad to see you or anything but-” they gestured loosely.

Dani didn’t seem bothered. “Hm? Oh, Vlad kicked me out. Is that popcorn?” she asked, not waiting for an answer before picking up the bowl and taking its place at the foot of the bed. She held one hand out to Jason as the other shoveled popcorn into her mouth.

“I’m Danny’s daughter Dani,” she said, not bothering to chew or swallow first. “It’s spelt with an ‘i’ incase you get confused. You can also call me Ellie or just Elle if that’s easier for you. Not Danielle though, that’s what Vlad calls me but I think it’s too stuffy.”

Jason shot Danny a quizzical glance before taking Dani’s hand.

“I’m Jason, Danny’s boyfriend,” he said, seemingly having recovered from his shock. “He didn’t tell me he had a kid, but it’s nice to meet you.”

Dani’s head swiveled to send an accusatory glare at her original and she let out a mock gasp.

“Father how could you?” She said, looking entirely offended. Danny felt the heat rise in their cheeks.

“Dani, I’m twenty,” they started, “Forgive me if having a kid isn’t the first thing I advertise to a potential partner.”

Dani huffed, “Yeah, yeah, go on and make sense. You're not the only one,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes and leaning back as she shoved another fistfull of popcorn in her mouth. “Hey do you have any of that ecto-cheese powder I sent you? It tastes great on this stuff.” His clone was smirking sure, but she was his clone and Danny didn’t miss the way she was curled in on herself and clearly deflecting, because that’s how he acted when something was bothering him.

“What does that mean?” he asked, taking a more serious tone.

Dani only smiled at him, confused, “What do you mean? Dairy King helped me make it and it makes literally everything taste better. Do you still have it?” Danny shook his head. That wasn’t what he meant and she knew it. Then what she had said earlier registered and it wasn’t hard to connect the dots.

“Dani, why did Vlad kick you out?” His clone snorted, her eyes darting around the room, refusing to meet his eyes, before finally landing in her lap. It was silent for a moment before she took a deep breath.

“Vlad’s trying to get over Maddie,” she started before adding, “Vlad’s my other Dad,” for Jason’s benefit. “And apparently, there’s not enough room in his giant manor for all his guests plus me so he kicked me out. Told me to come bother you for a change.” Danny was seeing green. He didn’t even realize how tight he’d been clenching his fists until Jason reached out and gently removed his grip from the hem of his shirt.

“It’s okay though,” Dani hurried out, shaking off the thin layer of frost that had begun spreading around the room, “I didn’t want to stay in that stuffy place anyway. And I’ve been meaning to visit you. I’ve never been to Gotham and I was hoping we could do stuff together. Y’know? Like Father/Daughter bonding time.”

Danny took a deep breath as he attempted to reign in the cold. The chilly air calmed his nerves but he didn’t want Jason to freeze. He could already hear his teeth chattering.

“That sounds great kid,” he said before turning to his boyfriend, “You wouldn’t mind if I excused myself to make a quick call would you? I promise I’ll explain everything later.”

Jason looked between Danny and his daughter before shaking his head. Danny smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Thanks, and I’m sorry about movie night getting ruined,” he smirked.

Jason shrugged, “Eh, I'm sure we’ll be able to pick up where we left off.”

“Ew, guys, I’m still right here,” Dani groaned, making Danny laugh as he got up.

“Get used to it, sport,” he said, grabbing his phone and ruffling her hair on his way to the door.

“Don’t call me sport,” Dani grumbled, wrinkling her nose as Danny closed the door.

Danny sighed into the silence of the hallway. It was midday so most students would either be in class or roaming around outside enjoying the nice weather. He appreciated the solitude as he dialed Vlad’s house number.

He groaned, already hearing Dani begin to question Jason, through the door. That was not something he wanted to deal with.

“Is that a proper way to greet someone?” Vlad’s voice rang through the receiver. Danny ground his teeth, he’d forgotten how annoying this man’s voice was.

“Shut up Vlad. That wasn’t directed at you.”

“Oh, feisty today aren’t we Daniel? Tell me, to what do I owe the pleasure?” his voice was sickeningly sweet, if he hadn’t been so full of rage, Danny would have hurled.

“Oh fuck off Vlad, you know exactly why I’m calling.” He snapped, Vlad didn’t sound phased.

“Language, Daniel,” he chided, “and I am afraid I haven’t the faintest clue. Please, enlighten me.” Danny wanted to punch a wall. He took a deep -shaky- breath instead.

“Dani just showed up at my dorm. She said you kicked her out, would you like to explain why?”

There was a short pause as the fruitloop thought over how he would spin the story.

“I didn’t kick her out,” ah, so he settled on a blatant lie, “I am merely busy this month and sent her to stay with her other parent, as Danielle is so keen on calling you. Really Daniel, it’s about time you paid your child support.”

Deep breath. Deep breath. Take a deep breath Danny. Okay fuck that.

“Okay fruitloop, may I remind you of a few things real quick,” Danny didn’t wait for an answer as he barrelled forward. “Point one: You cloned me without consent. I don’t owe you any fucking child support. Point two: Remember that deal we made? You feed, house, and clothe Dani, provide her with a good life with all that fucking money you have, and You get to parade me around as your heir and godson and all that shit, with the added bonus of: I don’t punch your fucking face in and eat your core. Do you understand? Or did you forget?” Danny was seething by the time he finished. The final question was meant to be rhetorical but Vlad answered anyway.

“I did not forget our deal, Daniel,” he drawled, sounding satisfyingly taken aback, “However, I must insist that Danielle stay in Gotham with you for the time being.”

“And how exactly do you expect me to take care of her? I love the kid but I can’t exactly keep a twelve year old in my shared dorm room.”

“Understood. Would an apartment work better?” That stunned Danny for a second. The chill surrounding him melted away as he tried wrapping his head around what he thought Vlad was suggesting.

“What?” he hissed.

“Oh please Daniel, don’t be so dramatic. If it would help satisfy our agreement, then I could easily secure housing for you and Danielle. I will send you the details soon. Now if that’s settled then I really must be going. Tata little badger.” The younger half ghost was left gaping as the receiver clicked, indicating the old man had hung up.

Okay what the fuck? Was Vlad planning something? He had to be planning something. Danny deflated against the wall as he let the implications of their conversation sink in. Yeah. Yeah, Plasmius was definitely planning something. And knowing him, it probably wasn’t going to be good.

Danny was jolted from his thoughts as the door next to him opened, Jason peeking his head out before walking through.

“Hey,” he said, taking Danny’s hands as he pressed into the half ghost’s space.

“Hey,” Danny replied, resting their intertwined hands on his boyfriend’s waist. Jason gave him a quick kiss before leaning back.

“Look I promise this doesn’t have anything to do with what’s happening right now, but I have to go.” A million worries passed through Danny’s head as he stared into Jason’s gorgeous ocean eyes. But all possibilities of hurt were washed away as Jason stared back. Danny smiled and nodded. Jason smiled in return.

“I’ll see you soon,” he promised as he pulled away and took off down the hall. Danny really hoped that would be true.

He took a few more seconds to breathe before heading back in.

“So what’d you say to spook him?” Danny jokingly asked upon returning to find Dani rifling through his snack drawer. “Y’know, other than calling me ‘dad’,” The gremlin stopped her rummaging for a second to stare up at him and shrug.

“Hey, it’s technically true and it’s funny,” she said, stuffing a bag of chocolate into her hoodie pocket and sitting back to tear into a bag of chex mix.

Danny raised an eyebrow and flopped down next to her on the floor. “Maybe for you,” he whined, reaching for a handful of the snack, “You’re not the one who’s a teenage parent.”

“Sucks to suck,” the annoyance replied, jerking the bag away from his outstretched hand. “And for your information,” she started, pointing a pretzel at him for emphasis, “I didn’t say anything. I was merely asking the man what his intentions with my genetic template were- which i guess were obvious based on what I just walked in on,” she shivered at the thought, ‘’Then he got a text or something and left,” She shrugged and threw the pretzel in her mouth before dumping the rest of the bag after it.

Dani looked thoughtfully into the empty bag before crumpling it up and throwing it at the waste bin across the room. It hit the wall next to the bin and bounced to the floor. They both stared at it laying there before Dani begrudgingly got up to throw it away properly.

Danny let the back of his head hit the floor as he closed his eyes. It was comforting that Jason’s departure hadn’t been about Dani showing up, however it was still worrying. The last- and only other time- Jason had left in such a hurry Danny hadn't heard from him for days. The man insisted he was fine and it was just a work thing but still…

“So what’s his deal anyway?” Dani asked, settling back down with a fresh bag of popcorn and a small green container. Danny looked at her, confused, as she dumped the green powder into the popcorn bag and shook it. Evidently she caught his questioning stare because she actually held out the bag for him. “It’s that ecto-cheese powder I was talking about. Dunno why it was under your bed, but it tastes fine to me.” Danny tentatively took a handful of the bright green popcorn. It wasn’t the color that was concerning, but moreso the ‘cheese’ part, like who the fuck puts cheese on popcorn? Visionaries apparently. He tried going back for another handful but Dani kicked him. The little brat (/affectionate).

“So?” Dani prompted as he nursed his wound.

“So what?” Danny asked, looking back at her as he reached for a snack of his own.

Dani rolled her eyes. “Jason,” she said plainly, “What’s his deal? Like I can tell he’s at least kinda dead, but like-’ she paused to gesture loosely at the air, “-is he like us or-?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Didn’t ask,” he shrugged. Dani raised an eyebrow. “Look, we just- haven’t had that conversation yet. We only just decided on being a legit couple like ten minutes before you showed up. Cut me some slack.”

His clone sighed and threw an unpopped kernel at him. “Fine, but that’s important stuff. And I wanna know the tea, so don’t even think about not telling me.”

Danny laughed and knocked his head against hers. “Sure thing kid. Hey, did I tell you that Vlad offered to get us an apartment?” Dani’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by a gasp. Danny watched his own wisp of blue frozen air dissipate as they locked eyes.

“You wanna go see who’s ass we gotta kick?” He asked, mirroring Dani’s grin.

“Fuck yeah! But you’re telling me all about that phone call later.”

“Bet.”

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Pt. 13

#when you accidentally kill a clown #bucket writes things #fic #long post #dead on main #dp x dc #dp x dc jason todd #dp x dc danny fenton #i know father/daughter Dannies arent very popular but #i think its would be a runnibg gag between the two of them #they lowkey vibe more like sibling but dani likes being a little shit #i wonder what pulled Jason away so ubruptly

[heelbucks]

so i have a thought…

christian sharing his bratty babygirl with nick 😳

thank you for helping with this @nickswayne <333

this was fully self indulgent for us btw

minors dni

you had insisted on rewarding your man and his newest follower after the night they had. wrapped in a silk robe and beautiful black and red lingerie, you inch down the bed towards the younger male, his eyes wide. "christian, i-isn't she your princess? i mean i dunno if i can-" "go on nicky, touch her. she's yours tonight." the older man said to his latest project.

"yeah, c'mon nicky..." your voice trailed off as you wiggled down the bed towards the two men, your ass wiggling behind you as you crawled. "lemme show you how good i am.." a deep chuckle emerged from christian's throat. "i doubt you can be good for more than five seconds, but go for it princess."

you rolled your eyes at the dominant male and turned your attention back towards nick, who as hard as he was, was fighting the urge to stare at your wiggling ass. as you reached the edge of the bed, you turned around, sticking the object of his attention in his face. "please nicky, 'm so wet for you." you didn't lie, the lace now sheer with your slick.

the younger man pulled your panties to the side and dove in, eating your cunt like a man starved. his tongue making diligent circles on your clit, eventually adding two fingers to the mix. "oh nick, fuck me." you whined as you clenched around him, threatening to reach your peak when christian pulled his hand away. "daddy, noooo." your voice laced with annoyance while nick looked at him as if he'd done something horribly wrong. "let her cum on your cock, trust me, nothing beats watching her squirt."

as you wiggled out of your now drenched panties, nick pulled his sweats down. you watched his cock spring out, a little smaller than christian's but thicker for sure. "what do you say princess?" your boyfriend reminded you before you slowly shook your ass, and in a sugary sweet tone said "pleaseeeee nickyyy."

he obliged, slowly inserting himself, trying not to hurt you. he felt your walls flutter around him with every inch, finally feeling the tight squeeze as he bottomed out.

his pace was slow, too slow for your liking. "nick, 'm not gonna break if you go harder. i like it a lil' rough." christian laughed again. "a little? princess, remember the time i had you over my knee with my belt?" you giggled remembering the welts that had formed against the delicate skin. "yes daddy, i remember."

nick quickened his pace, the loud sounds of skin slapping on skin echoing throughout the large hotel room. getting annoyed he wasn't taking a hint, christian grabbed one of nick's hands from your hips and placed it in your hair. grabbing it tightly, they pulled back, pulling your head up with them. a loud moan escaped your lips. "she loves that, almost as much as she likes being choked."

finally feeling confident, nick wrapped his hand around your neck and squeezed slightly. "s-spank me... please nicky, wanna see your handprints tomorrow." you choked out. a tighter final squeeze before letting go, his hand came down on your backside swiftly. a proud nod from christian was all he needed to continue. still being awfully quiet, more focused on having you feel good, he continued alternating cheeks, leaving quite a nice amount of handprints. he felt you tighten around him each time.

"oh fuck, nicky, 'm gonna cum. don't stop. pleasee" your voice shifted an octave higher, whining out desperately for him to let you finish. "go on princess, cum for him. introduce him to our little circle."

that was all the permission you needed, going over the edge. your walls tighten around nick as he grabbed your neck, choking you as your release sprayed back on to him. "that's a good girl." he finally spoke up, learning how you and christian spoke to each other. christian patted him on the back, "now you're getting it kid. can't waitt to show you all my princess has to offer."

#christian cage #christian cage headcanons #christian cage smut #christian cage x reader #christian cage imagine #christian wwe #nick wayne #nick wayne imagine #nick wayne smut #nick wayne fluff