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pastelcheckereddreams · 2 years

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Okay listen, imagine Porsche has to go back and fight in the underground circuit for a job. Maybe it’s a little early into their relationship so Porsche is still oblivious of his own feelings for Kinn, and Kinn is RepressingTM the idea that he has feelings of an unsanitary nature And More for Porsche.

And then Porsche has to fight, and he’s buzzing okay - he calls up Jom and Tem, and he’s legit excited to get back out on the concrete and let loose with his bare knuckles in a way that makes his skin sing - and Kinn and the rest of the detail (Pete, Big, Ken - maybe Arm or Pol because Tankhun wants a firsthand account) dress down to fit in with the crowd.

It’s a very stressful time for Kinn, not wanting to see Porsche hurt but wanting to trust Porsche when he says he can take them all. Big and Ken are trying to ease his mood, scoring drinks and burgers from the vendors lining the alley, watching Porsche - clearly in his element with the small fry - with critical eyes that would make Chan proud, commenting in the positive as much as they can, and privately very irritated (and begrudgingly impressed/nostalgic for their own fighting roots, whatever they may be).

Pete is probably “ringside” with Jom and Tem, watching as Jom takes the bets for Porsche and Tem cheers him on as their friend gets bloodier and happier. Maybe Pete has a moment where he recalls - perhaps unwillingly - his own boxing past. The belligerent coaches. His father, disappointed and drunk. He tries to shake it off for Porsche, who is rustier in the certain underhanded fistfighting of the circuit than he’s admitting, stumbling back now from the semi-finals victorious, but with a killer cut across his temple and blood between his teeth.

"Hey Pete,” he grins, barely wincing as Jom prods at his ribs. “How am I doing?” There’s perspiration on his brow, dripping down his jaw. Pete dabs at it with his jacket sleeve.

“Porsche,” he says, “Keep your fists up in the last round, your next guy likes to feint low.”

Porsche prods him between the eyebrows, tutting at his concern. “I’m not here to win, Pete,” he reminds his fellow bodyguard. “My next guy is the mark. If we want to keep him happy and willing to spill beans on his benefactor, I’ve got to lose.”

He’s referring, of course, to the celebrations after - when the mark’s tongue is loose with alcohol from the celebratory drinks, and Ken or Pete can sidle up to him and work their way into a conversation about the huge bets placed on his well-earned - well-orchestrated - victory.

Seeing Porsche willingly and happily take hit after bruising hit, though, has taken its toll on Pete and Kinn both. For all the preamble, I just want Pete to deposit a beat-up and adrenalin-drunk Porsche in Kinn’s arms, and for Kinn to help him back to the compound to patch him up - sobered by the revelation of what Porsche used to go through to earn money for himself and Chay. Perhaps even slightly perplexed or horrified about how much Porsche enjoyed the fight.

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sparkagrace · 1 year

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A small collection of random ficlets written just for tumblr.

Steve/Bucky

Toxic | Steve/Winter Soldier: part one | two | three

All My Exes' Moms | post-break up: one | two

There's No Way | outsider pov, friends to lovers

Please Mr Postman | shrinkyclinks, office au

Getaway Car | new years eve

Love You For A Long Time | established relationship

Misc

Everywhere | evanstan, accidental roommates

Son's Gonna Rise | steve & maria bffs, undercover

#ficlets #my fic #steve x bucky #stucky fic #stevebucky fic #tumblr ficlet #evanstan #fic masterlist

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hello-starlingfics · 10 months

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Happy WW! Please tell me about your favourite flavours of Sam/Dean: a) kissing and b) arguing <3

Happy belated Wincest Wednesday due to time differences!

This is a great question and I hope I do it justice.

This got long and ended up as ficlets. Thank you so much!

Kissing, I like all kinds, but at the moment I’m loving late season first time kisses. One a bit like this:

They’re in the bunker, just back from a hunt. Routine really, nothing notable or odd about it. A standard salt and burn and then out of there. Sam suggests some Netflix, and Dean suggests a beer, and so they’re sitting on Sam’s bed watching a movie. With a bottle each, of course. The movie doesn’t matter to Sam; it’s about winding down and doing something together that doesn’t involve mud, or blood, or death. He lets Dean choose, and he goes for The Lost Boys, again, and Sam smiles fondly.

Their shoulders brush occasionally, at first only when Dean raises his arm to drink his beer, but then every time one of them shifts as they drift closer. Dean’s pretty engrossed in the movie, and it’s only until they’re about halfway through that he glances over at Sam and notices he’s not paying attention to the screen at all. Instead, he’s just looking at Dean, a kind of soft amusement on his face at how his brother can still get so much joy from something he’s seen so many times it must be in the hundreds.

Dean raises his eyebrows at Sam questioningly, and Sam leans in and kisses him, too sure now it’ll be okay to really be impulsive.

It’s their first kiss, but it’s so easy that it could have been for the hundredth time also.

Arguing is a real early seasons love for me. In particular S3, when Sam is so frustrated and resentful at Dean’s attitude to the deal. It plays out kind of like:

They’ve just gone through the back door of the squat they’re staying in that night, no motels in their price range within eighty miles of this town so they have to take what they can. This place is in pretty bad shape, with the wallpaper peeling off in chunks, the floorboards rotted away in the corner of the sitting room furthest from the door, and the entire place reeking of decay. This town was unusually prosperous compared to the places they usually wound up in, some freak economic microclimate in the middle of Iowa, and that meant few derelict properties. They had to take what they could get.

They’d been to a bar that night, trying to find out something about their vics, but it was a wash. Sam ended up staring at Dean, drinking one or two whiskeys more than he should and letting resentment rise in his chest: resentment at Dean’s cavalier attitude to his deal and the clock, his lack of regard for himself, all twisted up with the fear and anxiety that was constantly in the back of Sam’s mind these days. He was also pissed at his lack of regard for Sam, leaving him behind over and over again, like tonight as he flirted his way around the bar, looking for a willing partner for the night. Like he did in every town they went to, like he was desperate to be away from Sam even before his time ran out.

Sam had stared, and he’d brooded, until Dean decided he’d officially struck out that night and elbowed Sam in the shoulder, his cue to get up and leave. He followed Dean out of the bar, sullenly and silently. He didn’t bother to reply to Dean’s questions, or non-sequiturs. He just trailed a couple of steps behind him and let his anger fester.

As soon as the door shuts behind them, Dean turns and starts to speak - ‘Dude, what’s your problem?” - but Sam’s too pissed off at him now, and it bubbles over, and he grabs his brother by the shoulders, slamming him against the wall as hard as he can.

“Shut up.” Sam practically spits the words into Dean’s face, can smell the booze on his own breath as he pushes his forehead against Dean’s, far more aggressive than usually comes naturally to him but he’s just so fucking angry, frustrated, terrified and it all comes out in a rush. “What the fuck is your problem? We’re out here wasting time, and you’re doing nothing to help yourself. What the fuck is your problem?”

“Sammy, I told you there’s no way outta this, I might as well have some fun before-“

This is the worst thing Dean could possibly be saying to him right now. He’s so done with this posturing and burying himself in hedonism schtick Dean’s pulling that he’s somehow even more enraged, an anger that he didn’t think he could achieve. He slams Dean against the wall again, as hard as he can, a twist of satisfaction as his head hits the wall.

“Bullshit. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Dean isn’t fighting back. Sam wishes that he would; it would give him something to throw himself against, vent all his rage and terror into. But Dean just looks at him calmly.

“I keep telling you, you have to accept-“

Sam punches him. Socks him right on the jaw, as hard as he can, a crack reverberating through the room like a ball off a bat. Dean’s head bounces off the wall again, the bruise blooming on his jaw already, Sam’s rage branding him with blood.

Dean doesn’t say anything, or move. He just stares at Sam, their labored breathing the only sounds in their makeshift bedroom.

All the fight drains out of Sam, replaced by a heavy, helpless misery. He’s tried being cautious, optimistic, and now angry, and nothing has changed. He just feels tired.

“No, I don’t have to accept anything.” He steps away from Dean. “I’m going to sleep.”

He curls up in his sleeping bag and blankets on the floor, ignoring the sounds of Dean doing the same thing on the other side of the room.

He doesn’t cry, but he wishes he could.

#wincest wednesday #my asks #tumblr ficlet #Wincest ficlets #wincest

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dyed-red · 2 years

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Hello good morning here is a short fucked up ficlet for all my fellow freaks 😘

Apocalypse World, Sam marches into camp with a limp and Dean notices.

Under the cut.

Sam's face is a miracle, appearing at the edge of camp. Dean's heart reacts before his mind even fully registers what's happening, what's happened, that Sam is alive. It's soaring in his chest, threatening to beat out of it in its ferocity, intensity. Its need (his need) to reach his brother.

The grim shade to Sam's face is registered in real time even as Dean's relief engulfs him. The shame that's subtle on his features, around the eyes, and when he steps aside to reveal Lucifer, the scene tilts on its axis. It clicks logically, easily. Horrifyingly.

But Sam is alive. And he lets Dean hug him, hold him tight and real and solid and alive. He lets Dean hold him at arm's length to survey him. The dried blood on his neck, the tiniest hint of baby brother around the eyes, looking to Dean to fix it, absolve it.

He's good, he's in one piece. No damage to report.

Dean lets him turn, needs to let Cas and his mother and Jack all get a proper look too, no matter how he wants to hide Sam away from every last one of them -- each of them the reason Sam is even here in this godforsaken universe or else the reason Dean had to leave Sam's corpse behind.

Dean lets him turn and a second time, his observations precede him, stomach dropping before his brain catches up, figures out what's off.

Sam is limping.

Dean's throat tightens in rage, trembles to suppress it. He glues himself to Sam's side, hand to the small of his back, barely there and comforting, steady, and feels Sam stiffen all over.

Baby brother pastes on a fake smile for the others and Dean's eyes track Lucifer across the camp. The Devil notices, looks over, smug grin on the glancing eye contact.

Dean's going to kill him, one day. He's going to like it.

Today is not that day. So he swallows it back, holds it together.

"I'll just be a sec."

"What - ?" Sam halfway turns and Dean squeezes his shoulder, affirms, and continues his march past him. Sam catches his wrist, eyes wide and worried. Afraid.

Dean gets it. Because Sam gets sick at the barest thought of being in the same room as Lucifer, flinches and watches and keeps his front to the angel at all times, lets Dean stay a half step ahead of him and shields himself on instinct. But if there's one thing he hates more than being around Lucifer, it's Dean being around Lucifer, interacting with Lucifer. Dean being Lucifer's target instead.

He puts on a grim smile for his baby brother, rage turned to a quiet calm, unafraid even if he should be. Easy confidence for Sam's benefit.

"Don't worry, I'll just be a minute."

He doesn't tell Sam to go inside and wash up, to force himself to put Dean out of his line of sight. It doesn't matter either way though, because Lucifer's not going to do anything. Not with standing Jack right there, listening with a frown to what the Devil's trying to shill his way.

Dean pats Sam's hand and pries it from his wrist, nods at him then at Cas and Gabriel, entrusting his brother to them for the next minute, and walks himself the twenty paces across the way to where Lucifer and Jack are standing.

"Dean!" Jack's smile is genuine, relieved. Adoring and nervous, unchanged despite whatever he's been through here in Apocalypse world. Dean makes himself smile back with warmth, keeps his gaze on Jack.

"Heya, kiddo. Mind giving me a second with your old man?" His gaze cuts to Lucifer, his own shark smile in place. "I just want to thank him for saving my brother."

"Of course!" Jack is all too happy to oblige, all too relieved to slip away and back toward Sam and the others. Dean watches him go, waits until he's grinning wide and asking to hug Sam, doesn't meet his brother's nervous gaze.

He turns his attention back to Lucifer. The Devil is watching him.

"Dean."

They don't talk, him and Lucifer. Not much occasion to. Sam is the focus of both their attention, each other being on opposing ends of that divide. Not to mention it freaks Sam out. Not to mention that every time Dean sees him, he can't help but picture driving an angel blade through his heart, or ripping him to shreds on a rack, or smashing him into pink mist.

Lucifer's lips quirk like he knows it, finds it funny.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Like I told the kid, I want to thank you for saving my brother."

Pleased scoff. Not like he believes him but Lucifer loves to play, loves praise even when it's fake. "It was my pleasure."

"Oh," Dean takes a step forward, eyes hardening, "I'm sure it was. See, I couldn't help but notice - my brother? Was limping when he came into camp. All healed by the grace of a benevolent archangel, and yet here he is, in pain."

Lucifer's the Prince of Lies and still doesn't even try to hide his glee, his smug satisfaction. "You know how Sam can be."

"I do," Dean confirms. And then he spreads his hands at his sides, lets his own smug superiority take over. "I also know how Jack can be."

Lucifer blinks, smile stiffens.

"You -"

"Oh no no, I haven't. Not yet." He leans in a little, makes sure his voice won't carry. "But I could. See, your son? It's not just Sam he looks up to. See, Jack is so, so sweet, Lucifer. He's so eager to please. Especially me."

And there it is. All that cold fury he knows the Devil is capable of.

"Ah ah, baby boy's just over there. Don't want him to see you getting mad, now do we?... That's what I thought. Now this is how it's gonna be, Lucifer."

Dean stands to his full height, has all of Lucifer's attention on him, a foot of space between them. It's nice, for once, to have the upper hand.

"You're never gonna touch my brother again. Because if you do, I'm gonna turn your son over my knee. And I'm gonna take my time, taking all that innocent affection and trust and teaching him how much he'd like bouncing on my lap."

Lucifer's face contorts into naked hatred and Dean grins, hard and savage.

"Jack wouldn't -"

"He would. He's a babe in the woods and he's pretty, and easy, and he trusts me completely. Like taking candy from a... well, you get the picture. He'll do anything I tell him. Hell, I bet I could get him to thank me for the privilege." His lips curl around his last thought, pictures it crystal clear in his mind's eye so Lucifer can get the full idea, if he's as dialed in as Dean suspects. Jack all naked and desperate riding his cock, head thrown back while Dean plays with his pretty pink nipples. "I bet I could get him to call me Daddy."

He takes a step back before Lucifer can do anything stupid, can see his hand reacting on what's certainly a snap but he aborts the gesture, stops himself. Dean's face returns to grim.

"You want Jack? Have him. But Sam is mine. Don't ever fucking touch my brother again."

He turns away, turns his back to the Devil. Jack beams wide and puppy dog desperate for affection when Dean walks back toward them and Dean smiles back.

#winkline #implied sam x Lucifer #implied sam x dean #suggested dean x jack #just a mess all around #noncon mention #phyn writes #dean and Lucifer #tumblr ficlet #ask to tag #implied noncon #Tumblr ficlets

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9ofspades · 1 year

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“Greetings from Terran, O Esteemed Ruler of the Phalotactyrans and Lord of the Planet Xos. I bring regards from my dear god you are so fucking adorable I would die for you LOOK at that snoot—“

A cough. “Excuse me?”

“I mean— uh—”

The Lord of Xos tilted his extremely large head to one side and blinked his enormous round eyes. “Is this an expression of sexual desire?”

“No!!! No. Absolutely not. It’s more, uh. Aesthetic appreciation? Wait, fuck; is that going to translate? What does that mean in your language? I might have said it wrong.”

”You want to use me to decorate your dwelling.”

“No!!! That’s, uh. That’s not it either. I just meant—”

“I think I understand. Earlier, you expressed a desire to cherish and protect. You are expressing… love, but not sexual interest?”

“Yes!!”

“Because of the way I appear?”

“…um. Also yes?”

“Hmm.” The Ruler of the Phalotactyrans creased his brow, covered in a layer of soft-looking floof. “Then I believe I am flattered.”

#Tumblr ficlet #writing #aliens #swearing #space #humans are space HUMANS

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inklessletter · 10 months

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"Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch. Out of focus, eye to eye, 'till gravity's too much."

🦋

Thank you all once again for trusting the process with me.

I am in love with this piece. A Red concept brought to life.

They feel, they know. Yet confessing makes it real. Something to act upon. But as long as they are silent they get to stretch the unspoken truth between them. Both an abyss and a bridge to cross through. A bright light they both choose not to look at, and neither the perfectly shaped shadow of their bodies standing so close they look like one. Light butterfly touches that need no justification. Sharing warmth, and gazes, secretive smiles under the wing of the autumn, where the decay and decadence of perishable life feels a lot too much like a foreshadowing of their untold story.

But they feel.

And they know.

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whomst-the-hell · 1 year

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“Tammy Thompson,” says Robin, voice choked.

“But Tammy Thompson is a girl?” says Steve, feeling the full effect of Russian drugs and not seeing what Tammy Thompson has to do with him being rejected right now.

“Steve.”

“Oh.”

So maybe he does see what Tammy Thompson has to do with him getting rejected right now.

Ok.

“Did you OD over there?” fear is audible in Robin’s voice.

He steels himself.

“You know… I was never looking back. At Tammy, I mean.”

“That doesn’t really- Thanks, I guess,” Robin sighs.

“No, I- hm. I wasn’t looking at Tammy because… because Eddie Munson sat in front of me in Ms Click’s class.“

“Steve?” Robin looks confused, but there is a hesitant kind of hope blooming on her face.

“And he always wore those rings, you know? And they’d, like, shine in the light. And he had all those fucking chains so even when he managed to shut the fuck up, he was never quiet and- and- fuck. “

“Steve.” Robin’s eyes are wide, understanding dawning on her face.

They sit, facing one another across a bathroom stall, smelling of blood, sweat and vomit. They aren’t alone anymore.

They never will be again.

#ficlet #steve harrington #robin buckley #steddie #eddie is mentioned but i dont think that merits a character tag?#you can think of this as connected to my last ficlet #and even my ao3 series #but actually im just incapable of writing anything that isnt my #steve had a crush on eddie in highschool #agenda #idk tumblr tagging etiquette yet #im used to ao3 so im still figuring it out

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christinesficrecs · 2 years

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hi idk if u do this but can u find a fic for me? i think it was a royalty au but basically stiles adhd meant he couldnt sit still for a portrait so theres only this really ugly one they send out to ppl or something like that? thankss bless

Sure.

The Portrait by Andavs

Based on the prompt: “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #tumblr ficlet #royalty au

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steventhusiast · 10 months

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modern au where eddie and robin are roommates and steve is italian <3

eddie has always known that his roommate robin is in the US for college, but grew up in and is from italy. sure, sometimes he forgets, because she somehow has a near-perfect american accent and also speaks two other languages, but he’s always known.

and for the past year and a bit, he’s known how much robin wants her best friend stevie to come visit. she talks about them all the time, and ever since she and eddie moved out of the dorms and into an apartment together for their next year of university a month ago, he’s known stevie is going to come and visit.

he just kind of forgot the exact day stevie would be arriving.

so when he, clad in nothing but his garfield pyjama pants and a metallica t-shirt that’s falling apart, walks into the kitchen one morning and sees someone he doesn’t know at the kitchen counter fiddling with their instant coffee machine, he almost shits himself.

luckily, he doesn’t, because he remembers in that split second that stevie was due to arrive last night. but he still flinches pretty hard at the fright and grabs for the nearest grabbable thing, which turns out to be the doorframe. somehow, he makes a noise loud enough to get the mystery person’s attention, and they turn around.

holy shit. eddie did not know stevie is hot. or that stevie’s actually a guy. he kind of just assumed, with the nickname and all? but the man standing there looks like he could’ve been carved by the gods eddie doesn’t believe in, and- eddie realises he’s been staring at the guy for a few seconds now, and decides to talk like a normal human being. he first adjusts his position so he’s no longer holding onto the archway of the kitchen for support, and smiles at the guy.

“hi, you must be stevie?” he offers, and stevie takes a few seconds to process his words before nodding with a smile.

“my name is steve. robbie just is… hm, silly?”

eddie blinks a couple times, because steve has an accent. a thick one. he should’ve expected that, because- hello? they’re both literally from italy. but it catches him off guard, and adds to steve’s hot factor. why didn’t robin warn him about this.

“yeah, robin is very silly.” he agrees with a chuckle, and then realises steve might not know him, “i’m eddie. robin’s roommate. you probably knew that already though, so now i probably look like an idiot. well- more of an idiot than i already do in these clothes…”

he lets his words trail off as he realises steve is frowning at him in subtle confusion. he’s picked up robin’s rambling-when-nervous habit over their friendship, and hot guys tend to make him pretty nervous. but then he realises maybe steve isn’t as fluent in english as robin is, and even if he is eddie’s a fast talker that doesn’t always pronounce things fully.

“i am sorry,” steve looks embarrassed, “my english is not as good as robin.”

eddie feels so guilty at the pink that’s made itself known on steve’s cheeks, and shakes his head immediately.

“no! you don’t need to be sorry. i just talk a lot when i’m nervous.” he confesses. why did he say that? now steve knows he’s nervous. or does he? maybe he didn’t catch his full sentence.

steve raises one eyebrow at eddie though, and one side of his mouth quirks up into a smile as he turns around to keep trying to make himself a cup of coffee.

“i am making you nervous? why?” steve asks, his back still turned. now eddie’s the one with red cheeks. dammit.

“it’s because eddie here thinks you’re hot, stevie.”

eddie’s flinch at robin’s magical appearance behind him is somehow more spectacular than earlier, and he clutches dramatically at his heart and spins around to glare at robin.

“robin! what the fuck, man!” he yelps when he realises what she’s said. but robin isn’t listening, she’s too busy speaking to steve in italian about who knows what.

probably about how she knows all eddie’s tells for when he finds a guy attractive and how she knows eddie’s type and steve checks every single box. or, eddie squints at the pair as robin tsks at steve and takes over manning the coffee machine, maybe robin’s just telling steve how to make a coffee with the machine?

“you think i am…” steve starts as he spins around to look at eddie, and seems to be searching for a word for a few moments, “attractive?”

eddie’s eyes widen, and then he sighs and fixes a glare on robin. robin just shrugs and makes a very insincere ‘oopsie’ expression, and eddie is about to start denying like his life depends on it, but he looks back at steve.

and steve has that blush back on his face, and a tiny smile, and he’s looking eddie up and down even in his ridiculous outfit.

“um, yes.” eddie practically squeaks, not used to having someone’s eyes on him like this.

steve says something to robin in italian that sounds like it ends with a question mark, and robin rolls her eyes.

“steve wants me to translate a pick up line he wants to use on you, but i literally refuse to do that. google translate is free.”

and with that, she leaves the kitchen.

#steddie #italian steve harrington #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #st #mywriting #robin buckley #steve is so smooth in italian and so not smooth in english #he just lacks confidence #eddie doesnt believe him #thank you to the person who explained how tumblr tagging system works <3

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pastelcheckereddreams · 2 years

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Pete doesn't know how to cook that well.

Sure, he can make the basics, the stuff that gets him by, but he's never really tried to cook for the pleasure of it. It always felt too extravagant too self-indulgent to cook lavishly for himself - his grandmother always liked to cook for him, when he had the luxury of visiting her in the past, and his father never cared enough to put time and effort into family meals. He treasures his meals from his grandmother for that reason, and never really saw the point of cooking complicated meals for his own palate once he lived alone. After he joined the Theerapanyakul family's roster, there was even less point to try, with the convenience of a catering service and no private kitchenette.

But then, there's Vegas - who, despite having the wealth at his fingertips to hire someone else to cook or go out to fancy restaurants once in a while, always took the time to cook for Macau. So that expression of love and care naturally came to encompass Pete as well. Vegas comes alive in the kitchen, experimenting with flavours and textures as he delights in trying out new, wholesome recipes for Pete and his little brother. Vegas loves to feel useful, to feel dependable, and Pete is more than happy to give him the appreciation Vegas craves and deserves.

But now, Pete is at a loss, because Tay is such a recent, tender addition to the domestic bubble they have built around themselves - and Vegas and Pete don't know what it is that Tay needs right now.

Vegas is being prickly, because the two things he feels he can provide (food and sex), Tay has declined. And Pete - well, if he admits it, he's of the same mind as Vegas. His grandmother's food has always made him feel better when he has been sick or upset, and while he can't replicate it, he wants nothing more than to ring his grandmother up and beg for some hot soup to give to Tay. But at Vegas's earlier suggestion that Tay eat something, a complicated expression had flitted across his pale face before it had smoothed into Tay's usual pacifying grace.

"Don't trouble yourself on my account," was all he had said, placing his hand over Vegas's own at Vegas's crestfallen face.

It comes down to this - sitting in their kitchen, the house quiet about them, knowing Tay is lying just a few doors away and hurting - Vegas and Pete aren't sure what to do.

Pete wonders, quite suddenly, if Time would have known. What he would have done. And the answer comes to Pete with righteous conviction he still hasn't been able to quell - nothing.

Tay has always kept the more intimate details of his relationship with Time private, and so rationally Pete knows he has no right to just assume these things, but Pete's gut feeling tells him Tay is used to hiding his own problems.

It is a fault they seem to share, after all.

It is this sudden understanding that has Pete rising from his chair.

"Pete," Vegas starts, "Maybe you shouldn't-"

"It's alright, Vegas," Pete says, with admittedly more bravado than confidence.

He returns to the door of their guest suite and knocks gently.

"Tay? I'm coming in."

He moves softly in his socked feet, treading lightly in case Tay is actually asleep. But years of training means he is attuned to the slightest noise, and he hears Tay's shuddery inhale even as it is stifled in a pillow.

"Oh, Tay," Pete breathes, slipping onto the bed and into the lonely space at Tay's back. "We're here."

#if i wasnt a coward id take my two decades of eating disorders and run with this blatant projection onto the food as love analogy #i'm still trying out aspects of their dynamics idk #any content is good content in this void #my vegaspetetay agenda #vegaspetetay #vegaspetetae #kinnporsche the series #nikkiwrites #tumblr fic #tumblr ficlet #vegaspete #vegas x pete x tay #petetay #petetae #vegastay #vegastae #rarepair hell

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fifthnailinstevesbat · 7 days

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after the events of season 4, steve just wanting SO BADLY to be friends with eddie. just LOVING the idea of them getting closer and having eddie as a friend because hell yeah! a close male friendship with someone that is actually my age, and who i don’t have a weird history with involving bruised eyes and love triangles? count me IN! and eddie is FUN, he is actually hilarious! the way they share the same glances of understanding when dustin is being an absolute shit head, rambling on and on about some obscure topic, expecting everyone to always be on the exact same page as him. of course. and, although steve suspects that eddie actually probably is keeping up with everything dustin says, much better than he ever could, he knows that above it all eddie can appreciate the antics for what they are, and roll his eyes with steve at dustin, i concur, you dustin henderson, are a total butthead.

steve just about junps RIGHT IN to being friends with eddie. hey man, what’cha up to tonight? wanna watch a movie? get drunk, smoke a bit? hey eddie, how have you been, man? he starts calling eddie up on the phone regularly just to check in, shoot the shit, he loves it! he loves having this new friendship with eddie munson and he loves how much the other boy has surprised him with how much he actually enjoys being around him. he’s not a freak, really, well ok maybe he is a little bit, but only in the best ways. he’s kind, thoughtful, and is always looking out for the people he cares about, which is something steve can really respect in a dude. but he’s also so funny? steve never could’ve anticipated just how much eddie has managed to make him genuinely LAUGH over their short amount of time spent together. and he’s really, out there? with the way he presents himself, the way he takes up space with these big THEATRICAL movements, leaving no room for regret or shame or god forbid embarrassment. steve isn’t even sure munson is capable of feeling it at all.

eddie munson is a good dude, and steve could use a bit more of that kind of person around him. he loves all of his friends, the weird little bonded family he’s found himself apart of, and they are all good people, but it never hurts to have afew more added in here and there. it never hurts to know there are more good people out there to find.

so steve is all over eddie, it seems.

at least, from where eddie is standing. nobody else seems as phased as eddie does at this sudden change in steve’s demeanour, in his interest in what eddie munson spends his time doing these days. it seems like, to everyone else, to steve, it’s just a natural progression in their relationship, after being sort of role model figures to the same group of kids, both being the two single dudes, who fought the same monsters together last spring, it seems nobody questions too much that they’d start casually hanging around eachother more. especially since eddie has found himself to fit into his own special spot as one of the group now after it all, after he unwillingly became tangled in this whole upsidedown-superpowers-supernatural-monsters and demons debacle, and tangled quite dramatically at that, the rest of the group that’s been with this since the beginning seemed to find no trouble in taking him in and seeing him as “one of them” now.

so, steve asking eddie to smoke, to watch movies, to go for a drive with no real end destination, it’s not really something that earns them too many double takes. dustin makes a comment or two in the beginning, because steve since when did you like hanging out with eddie? you guys are like so opposite, you don’t like any of the same stuff he does? and steve barely gives a shrug and a dismissive yeah yeah whatever man in response, with a signature eye roll, and dustin had said it seemingly also not too seriously, poking fun at steve wherever he can, not really meaning anything by it, as he fidgets around and rambles in the backseat of steve’s car, eddie riding up front. after that, though, he’s dropped it. it’s never brought up again. part of eddie thinks, too, that dustin would actually be enjoying that his two older friends are becoming friends themselves.

robin seems to be the only other person to look a bit harder at their situation, lingering stares at their interactions, all squinted eyes and eyebrows raised, though from her all this seems to be almost always and only ever directed at steve. eddie’s not sure what to make of that. isn’t he the weird one? i mean, he’s the one that stands out, right? he’s the odd denominator that makes their friendship strange. why would steve harrington want to hang out with Him? HIM? but robin doesn’t spend her time studying eddie to try and search for what about him could possibly have piqued the interest of cherished steven harrington, no, shes always looking at steve. like she’s seeing him differently, almost. eddie doesn’t even think that steve notices it, either, because he doesn’t seem to be questioning or doubting anything odd or strange or out of the ordinary with their newfound time spent together. and maybe, maybe robin is seeing him differently. eddie knows he definitely has been. seeing him more, intensely. deeply. human. seeing the person that steve is, as just steve, not this idealised version of a boy that eddies starting to question ever really even existed at all, or if everyone around him just needed to believe that he did, and who was steve if not happy to comply to the wants of the people around him for who he should be?

eddie likes having steve as his friend, too. don’t get it twisted. he loves how unexpectedly expressive steve is about everything, even really small things. steve LOVES to raise his voice, rest a hand on his popped hip, scolding the kids for something stupid with no real heat or malice behind it. and steve is, like, kinda bitchy too. eddie knew he had the capacity to be a real asshole when he wanted to be, that’s all he knew steve for back in the day, when he was back in high school, hanging around tommy h and the basketball boys, the jocks. eddie would spend his days hearing only whispers and gossip in the hallways of the parties at king steve’s house and the fights king steve had started and won on the court or out in the fields, only ever getting as close as a shove into a locker with the guy at the time, but eddie knew how it could go. he knew all about what steve had done to jonathan, what he’d said to him, the words he’d used. eddie knew it all. he’d seen enough, and been through enough himself, to know how these guys acted in response to guys like him, like jonathan, people who were lower on the social food chain. so, eddie knew about steve’s “mean streak”, if you will, but this kind of snarky bitchiness was something new to him. harrington was almost, sassy, when he wanted to be. it was less so cruel and more just, just sass. if he’s being completely honest it kind of blew eddie away, at first. he thought steve was one of those dull headed jocks who thought with their fists more than their actual brains, but that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. steve’s insults were well thought out, they were FUNNY, he was smart with his words. and silly. oh my god steve harrington could be so fucking silly, real honest to god goofball when the moment called for it, when he felt comfortable enough. eddie had caught on multiple occasions steve mimicking lightsabers to play fight with dustin, or the stupid fucking shit he would do or say just to make robin laugh, singing along to a song playing on the radio with a funny voice.

it was all a little, intoxicating, to watch. eddie didn’t know what gave him the right to be in on this now, to get to see this side of steve and better yet to be at the other end of some of his best qualities. it was fun, all the time they spent together, but there was always something else tugging inside eddie everytime they spent close time together, too. something, he knew steve wasn’t aware of. something he knew steve wasn’t equipped to deal with. something he knew, was him. was him, making things something more than they should be, because, nobody seemed to be questioning that they could become friends, so why ruin that? why disrupt it?

- robin and steve

“Steve.”

“-but then like, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to watch it I just thought, hey, y’know, let’s try something different for a change, but then he- oh my god he honest to god TACKLED ME Robin — I mean, it was so fucking funny and it happened so quick — and all over a fucking Tom Cruise movie-“

“STEVE.” Robin lightly slammed a hand onto the counter. She had been standing behind it for no short of 20 minutes, watching Steve as he paced around, supposed to be stacking tapes onto shelves, but ended up spending the whole time going on and on, and ON, about how movie night went with Eddie last night. She thought she was bad…

Steve jumped, almost running into a shelf and knocking down his hard work, and seemed to snap out of whatever trance he had found himself in after starting to tell Robin a story about something funny Eddie had done last night.

“Shit, sorry. Sorry, what were you saying? Were you- were you saying something?”

To this, Robin just rolls her eyes and let’s out a laugh, “You, sir, are goddamn hopeless.”

“Sorry. How long was I talking for?” Steve wandered his way over to lean his arms onto the counter from the opposite side.

“Oh, I dunno Steve, just about half an HOUR?”

“That is an over exaggeration Robin, it’s only been like-“

“Honestly, man, i’m concerned for you. You are like next level OBSESSED with Eddie. Eddie Munson. You do realise this right??? You are obsessed with him, Steve.”

To this Steve sputters, lazily waving his hands back and forth.

“No, Robin, what the hell are you talking about? I am not OBSESSED. No need to be jealous, alright, Stevie-Boy here can have more than one friend. Your spot in my heart isn’t any less special now that it’s beginning to be shared by another.” He bats his eyelashes up at her, holding both hands over his chest as if to cradle his heart.

“Oh my GOD! You even SOUND LIKE HIM!”, she playfully slaps his shoulder. “Steve. You are obsessed.”

“I am not obsessed! He’s just a really great guy, alright-“

“Blah blah, yep whatever you say, lover boy.” Robin quips, plopping down onto the chair chair infront of their staff computer, turning herself to face it.

“Wha- what? Lover boy? What the hell Robin, that is not- that doesn’t even make any sense!”

She is just smiling at him now, enjoying seeing him spiral like this. Steve let’s out a sigh as he puts his hands on his hips, and shakes his head, looking at her right back.

He opens and closes his mouth afew times, like he’s really thinking about what he wants to say next. Or like he has no idea what to say next, and his brain is not moving fast enough to formulate the next sentence his mouth knows he wants to say. He wasn’t obsessed. That’s not- that’s like- no. No he was not, Robin was just playing around with him, she knew how to get on his nerves. Get him all wound up over little things just to see him react like this.

After a minute or two, Robin realises Steve was not going to reply anytime soon, so she turns fully back toward him. Saving him from his spiral.

“So, what are you’re plans for tonight Steve-O?”

He lets out a chuckle and walks around the counter till he’s behind it with Robin, leaning his back against it so he can stand across from her and face her.

“Well, not really sure. Parents aren’t home, no early shift tomorrow, might drink afew beers, listen to some music, —“

“See what Eddie’s doin?” Robin finishes for him, quirking her eyebrows up and down as she does it.

“Oh shut up!” Steve just laughs and softly throws a tape from the counter at her chest. “As a matter of fact, yeah I will see what he’s up to. Because we are friends now, Robin. Is that a problem? Actually I was also gonna ask you what you were up to after work, too, but you know what after this I’m having second thoughts, I mean, the way you’ve been treating me lately-“

“Oh my god, you are the worst. Yes, I’m free, of course I’ll hang out with you dingus. You and your tweedle dee.”

Steve laughs at this, then tilts his head.

“Wait, does that make me dumb? Tweedle dumb?! That’s how you see me?”

“Yeah it is actually, got a problem?”

“Oh wow, she’s feisty today. Can’t believe you think I’m dumb, Rob’s. When you come knockin’ tonight, do not expect a warm greeting at my front door.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll take my chances.”

- later. steve’s house. to be continued?

#just been having steddie post season 4 thoughts #been missing the era of the fandom just sort of starting during that time between vol 1 and 2 #how every fic had their own little way of resolving the upside down/vecna problem just written into afew small paragraphs #really just getting to know these characters as a pairing #most importantly before seeing them as a couple #seeing them as friends #how they would genuinely interact and get along #what their dynamics would look like #steddie early days truly have my whole entire heart #coming onto tumblr the weeks following vol1 of s4 was magical #anywho yeah non vol2 compliant steddie for you #more so just #eddie didn’t die steddie for you #they become friends bc truly i actually believe that had he lived they would have #it just makes sense #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things 4 #stranger things season 4 #robin buckley #dustin henderson #also lmk if i should keep adding to this…might abyways bc i’m enjoying this #steddie fic #steddie fic idea #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction

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ominouspuff · 2 months

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The Promise

Cody had no identification card, and he certainly didn’t have a citizenship. He had a receipt of purchase, designating him by code and bio-signature as a particularly complex, high-functioning blob of programmed bio-material, but officially CC-2224 was considered only part of a whole. The GAR was a body, complete with organs and tools, and Cody might flatter himself with a comparison to being a finger at best — whichever one pulled the trigger.

“You wish.” Fox said flatly, overcorrecting for the slur that had crept in sometime during their second shared bottle, his bucket firmly resealed again. “You’re a damned eye.”

Cody thought about that for a moment; thought about watching battles from overhead, giving and receiving reports and knowing too many odds too well. He nodded slowly, flexing his hands.

“If I’m an eye, you’re the teeth.” He said, and it was a bit cruel but it always had been; they’d learned how to swallow it better together. Teeth, Cody considered, and knew he was as right as he was angry — teeth, the smile of the GAR, pretty and presentable and favorable to the public eye, nestled at the heart of the Republic. The Coruscant Guard.

Fox shrugged so slowly it was more just shoulders hunching, which meant — something. Something Cody might have cared to track, if he was sober. “Sure. I’ll be the teeth.” He said.

#artists on tumblr #fan art #star wars fanart #star wars: the clone wars #commander fox #commander cody #ficlet #Cody: Teeth like politics and smiling yes that makes sense #Fox: BITE #Repurposing GAR Armor AU

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18+ | cw: somno, smut | crossposted on twitter

eddie's loud, he can't help it. in everything he does, he's big & dramatic & commands the attention of the room. it's one of the reasons steve falls for him in the first place. when they're fucking in a tiny trailer with thin walls however it becomes a problem.

it only takes getting caught once with wayne's all knowing stare the next day when steve comes to pick eddie up for a date. he snuck out the window that morning to avoid being found but it turns out eddie's loud mouth did the work for them the night before.

if anything, steve's proud that he can fuck eddie enough that he can't keep his mouth shut. turn his brain and limbs to mush as he rattles out curse after curse, praise after praise. proud that he can get eddie so thoroughly fucked that his name is echoing off the walls.

at first it was cute, bending down to smother eddie's mouth with a kiss to swallow yet another too loud moan. at first they'd giggle when eddie would shout steve's name as he hit his favorite spot that set his nerves on fire. at first steve would whisper filth in his ear hoping he'd take the hint and quiet down to his level, slowing his hips to roll in an agonizing pace. but nothing worked. steve would still pound into him and eddie would still yell like they had the world all to themselves.

"you should just fuck me when i'm passed out," eddie moaned as they took advantage of wayne's overnight shift. "it'll -fuck- it'll be like the best wet dream i could ever have."

steve's hips stuttered as he thought about it, and then picked up even harder when he pictured it. "yeah? want me to keep you quiet, baby?"

it didn't take long for them to finish, took even less time to start round two after they got hard again while planning out the details. turns out they both are a little too into the idea of steve taking him apart when he's asleep.

the first time, eddie wakes up halfway through while steve is blowing him and is too excited to go back to sleep so he resorts to biting into a pillow to keep quiet. the second time, steve's too afraid of eddie waking up again so he settles with fucking into his own fist and then coming all over his bare ass. eddie wakes up while the sun rises to the sheets stuck to him with his cock hard and red which gets them both going again.

they finally hit the sweet spot after a while of trial and error.

they fall asleep curled around each other like they always do, only this time eddie's ass has been thoroughly stretched and steve falls asleep with his half hard cock nestled between his cheeks. when steve inevitably wakes up, skin sweaty where the two are pressed together, the fun can begin.

it doesn't take too long for him to get hard again, it doesn't take too long for him to slip his freshly lubed fingers into his ass, it doesn't take too long for him to get his cock fully surrounded by heat as he slides fully into eddie.

eddie snuffles against the pillow and steve freezes, an excited panic thrumming through his veins, until his boyfriend quiets back down with one final small whimper. he rolls his hips slowly, listens to the ambient noise in the trailer for any signs of someone else being awake and gently brings his hand up to cover eddie's mouth. just in case. just like eddie asked for however many times ago.

fucking into eddie when he's pliant is everything steve could have dreamed up. nothing will compare to being able to fuck exactly how they like to, loud and electric and fast and perfect, but this? grinding his hips with his nose pressed into the back of eddie's head, every inch of him on edge as he waits to either get caught or succeed, is a thrill in and of itself.

he comes probably too fast, too turned on by the whole thing. he comes buried deep in eddie, twitching out every last drop, keeping his hips pressed close. he comes with his mouth wide open on eddie's neck, teeth skimming over sensitive skin, whispering out curses that even the best ears couldn't hear because they're only meant for eddie's.

steve pulls out, sleepy & sated, reaching down to run his fingers through the mess of come & lube that follows. eddie whimpers something quiet & sweet so steve gives him his fingers against his lips like a reward for being good. for being quiet. for trusting steve like he does.

eddie's sore when he wakes up in the morning. he grimaces against the pull in his ass as he goes to stand until he realizes what happens. reaches between his legs to feel how tender his hole his. looks on the sheets and sees where he came against them in his sleep.

he wakes steve up with his mouth. considers it a much deserved payback until he's squirming against the mattress & whines out eddie's name.

"you fucked me?" eddie asks as he pops off with a grin. it's not a question that needs to be answered nor is the next one. "did it work?"

steve groans as he tangles his fingers in eddie's hair, bringing his mouth back where he wants it. mutters out a few curse words as eddie trails his fingers over his balls. "what do you think?"

"i think you need to shut up before i'm the one who has to keep you quiet now."

they have wayne's schedule memorized and eddie uses his standard early saturday morning shift that day as an excuse to make steve get as loud as he can, his name echoing off the walls this time around, driving him crazy with his lips and tongue and fingers.

little do they know that wayne now has his fingers plugging his ears with a grimace, wishing he hadn't swapped shifts with gary for the day, contemplating going in to work anyway to escape his loud ass nephew and his loud ass boyfriend.

#uhhhh hi hello tumblr i have other things to be doing but this thought has plagued me all morning #eddie being a fucking loudmouth even (or especially) while he's getting railed is my roman empire #my writing #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie smut

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