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thinking about daryl giving you a nickname…
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AN: this was a midnight brain worm while i was working on something else, so just walk with me ok!
daryl wasn't really one for nicknames.
he'd never had one coming up, always just "daryl" or "merle's brother" or something else sneered and distasteful. that was fine with him. to daryl, nicknames were rooted in sarcasm and mean jokes.
it hadn't started any differently with you.
that day in the quarry way back, the morning after the walkers had attacked their people. daryl was already aggravated, sweaty and thinking about merle (alone and hurt and alone), and he didn't much like these fucking people anyway, so when you stood with glenn, insisting on a burial over burning, dried tear tracks on your face (those people were your people too. you were mourning with the rest of them), he didn't hold back, sneering "well ain't you just a fuckin' peach," and watching your face harden in the wake of his words.
daryl didn't mean for it to stick, but he found himself defaulting to the silly name anyway. first when he was annoyed at you. you were soft, unfit for the grime of this new world, then when he was poking fun, and eventually... something else.
in the cdc, with a hangover keeping you slumped over the table, "shoulda stayed out the bottle if ya couldn't handle it, peach."
over the long winter on the road, with barely any food or water, "keep up, peach, i ain’t gon’ carry you.”
in the prison, sharing shifts up in the watchtower (because you were sort of friends now) (because daryl felt almost rewarded when your eyes lit up at your nickname), "don't need to teach you on the bow, peach. you're just fine with a knife."
trapped in the train car in terminus, fussing over his injuries even though you could barely map him out in the dark, "peach. peach. quit it, ‘m alright."
the road to alexandria was long and brutal. 'peach' turned into your name and your name turned into silence. daryl was grieving, you were grieving, and the space between you felt like a chasm, dark and wide. finding that community was a blessing in disguise, not just for the group, but for you and daryl specifically. you came back together behind the walls, both unwilling to acclimate, but knowing you needed to try.
‘peach’ made its way back into circulation slowly and then so frequently that even the alexandrians began to catch on.
when daryl had to leave with aaron for a run, “later, peach. i’ll find ya after your shift.”
laughing over your assigned job, “the hell you know about gardenin’, peach? they shoulda put ya in the tower.”
inevitably your relationship shifted into something more intimate. it wasn’t a secret, hell, the group had seen it coming long ago.
‘peach’ stopped being a nickname and became a term of endearment. something daryl reserved for tender moments.
startling awake when daryl joined you in bed, late after a long run, “just me, peach, go back to sleep.”
when you came back from a run that turned dicey, a little worse for wear, “lemme see it, peach, i got ya.”
and in… other moments as well.
your body pressed firmly against daryl's, his lips a breath from yours, whispering, “tell me what ya need, peach. you know i’ll give it to ya.”
daryl laid between your legs, two fingers curling cruelly against your g-spot while you rode out your orgasm above him, “there ya go, peach, so fuckin’ good.”
daryl had never been one for nicknames, this fact held up even after the world ended. your own family was rarely on the receiving end of a playful moniker. but to him, ‘peach’ was easy as breathing and, to you, it sounded like “i love you” every time.
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Pilot, I know you primarily bully Jaune. But would you mind having a go at Papa Arc talking to the Vacuo mural?
Orion Arc is not a hero, even though his son always thought he was. He’s just a man who loves his family and tries his best to do right by them.
So it’s more than a little strange standing there, in front of a mural of his own son’s face. His boy immortalized and honored in ways Orion could never dream of.
His son looks like a stranger.
“Mr. Branwen thought it might help to talk to ya.” Orion’s hand brushes over the palm prints of countless children, all paying their respect to his boy. “Don’t see much point, ain’t gonna bring you back.”
His son watches him, all quiet confidence and bravery. A true warrior, a hero. Where is his brash anxious son who begged to join the Huntsman Academies? How much of his son did he lose when Jaune finally left home? Somewhere along the way his boy grew into a man and he wasn’t there to help him.
“Your uh…” He clears his throat. “Your mother misses you.” And it sounds pathetic even as he says it. Even in front of a facsimile of his son he can’t say what he needs to.
“She was beside herself when you didn’t come back from Haven.” So was he, even more so than his wife. Orion paced the house for days, worry driving him to throw himself into work, into anything that would take his mind off the attack and the fate of his boy. “We were so relieved to hear from Saph about you and your friends.”
His friends. A group of seven that from all accounts Jaune grew closer to than even his sisters. Orion glances up at the others in the mural. Four of which fell alongside his boy, and the other three were left grieving.
Ren, Nora, and Oscar, he remembers them being called. He never thought he’d see his grief echoed in faces so young.
“As soon as we saw the broadcast, your mother was packin’ our bags.” Orion chuckles. “You shoulda seen her, she was fixin’ to march up to the General herself and teach him a lesson. If I ever wondered where you got your fire, I got my answer.”
His face falls, crumpling like paper. “And I triedta douse that fire.” How many times did he tell Jaune it was okay if he failed? How many times did he refuse to train him? How many times did he let his fear guide him to crush his son’s dreams?
“When you walked into the livin’ room with your transcripts in hand sayin’ you were gonna be a Huntsman whether I wanted it or not, why…” His eyes are stinging. If there’s anything his son inherited from him, it’s his tendency for emotions to live near the surface. “Why that was the proudest day of my life.”
He’d never been more proud. Never. His boy standing there with those papers clutched in his fist, and a defiant look on his face. “I won’t let you down.” Jaune had said.
You could never let me down. It’s what he should’ve said. Why didn’t he just say it?
Orion scrubs the heel of his hand into his eyes. It does nothing to stop the flow of tears. “Did I ever once tell ya how proud I am of you?” His voice is cracking and hitching, but if he stops talking now Orion knows he’ll never start again.
“You’re so brave and you don’t quit when things get tough. I saw how hurt you were after the Fall of Beacon, but you just got right back on that horse.” His baby boy, the most caring and most stubborn of all his children. Strapping the family sword back onto his hip because “Somebody has to, dad.”
Letters where it’s clear his boy isn’t saying half the trouble, but he’s saying enough that they know what trouble is. Hearing about the attack on Haven, a week and a half of terror. Saphron sending word that Jaune made it to Argus.
And then nothing. Nothing until the broadcast from Miss Rose.
Packing in a whirlwind, sending the girls to stay with Saphron. Renting the first available airship to Vacuo and contending with his wife’s motion sickness. By the time they got there, they were met halfway by a near armada.
But no Jaune.
Orion’s hand rests on Jaune’s painted cheek. A child’s hand against the larger-than-life hero his boy grew into when he wasn’t there.
Did he ever tell his son how much he loves him?
“Come back to us,” Orion begs, no longer trying to stem the flow of tears. Why bother? His son isn’t here to see them.
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knots
daryl dixon x fem!reader. bondage, brief role reversal, dom/sub dynamics, penetrarive sex, sex with feelings
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“Damnit, girl! Untie me!” Daryl grits out, biceps flexing as he tries to wrench himself free of the binds.
You hesitate for just a moment, studying his face. He keeps his gaze on you; his eyes are sharp, his lips a thin line, his chest heaving slightly with the effort of pulling against the rope. His expression is unwavering, and you know you’re good to continue. He’d make it clear if he really wanted to stop. You both love a power struggle.
“I don’t think I will.” You say with a grin, your cunt pulsing at the quiet growl he lets out. “Y’angry you didn’t think to tie me up first?”
“Nah,” he says cooly, eyes tracking you as you move to straddle his lap, hands resting on his strong chest. His voice is a low rumble. “I don’t need to tie you up, doll face. I tell you to stay still an’ you stay still.”
You can’t deny the way his words make your blood rush south. Memories flood your head of him ordering you around and you listening without question; him manhandling you into the position he wants and you trembling with the effort to maintain it. Before you can even think about making a retort, he keeps talking.
“You do what I say, cause you’re my good girl, ain’t that right?” His voice has changed— softened to a rasp that’s almost akin to a coo. “So why don’t you untie me?”
Your hands shift against his chest without your permission, itching to carry out his request. Your face hardens.
“That’s not gonna work.” You say firmly.
“Ain’t it?” He glances down at your hands, the tiniest of smirks pulling at his lips. “Felt you twitch, girl. Think y’might be starting to break.”
“‘M not breaking,” you insist, glaring at him. “And I’m not just gonna do what you say.”
“No?” He taunts. "Last chance."
You shake your head, brows furrowing.
“That’s a shame.” He pulls his hands out from behind his back, holding them up, the rope abandoned on the ground behind him. You’re pretty sure your heart stops. “Cause you can’t tie a knot for shit.”
"Crap," you breathe out, taking your hands off Daryl's chest. He scoffs.
"Yeah, girl." You shift backwards as he speaks, moving off his lap. "Yer in for it now."
Before you can make to scramble away Daryl's grabbing you by your forearms. You whine at his firm grip and he flips you over swiftly; all the breath is knocked from your lungs as your back hits the mattress. Your tongue nervously darts out to swipe across your lips.
His narrowed eyes stare down at your widened ones as he grabs your wrists, bringing them together at your chest. He loops the rope around them swiftly, the course material chafing against your skin, and pulls them to form a strong hold. You whine at the rough treatment.
"That's how you tie a fuckin' knot, sweetheart."
You scowl at him, trying to rotate your wrists and feeling almost no mobility. His expression barely changes, but you can tell he's smug.
He maneuvers your hands above your head and gives them a squeeze as he pushes them down into the pillow. "Keep 'em there."
Part of you wants to disobey to stand by your earlier point, but you can tell Daryl is already het up, and you decide that pushing him further is probably not in your best interest. You let out a huff of discontentment but your hands stay put.
Daryl’s fingers delve past the waistband of your shorts and underwear, hastily yanking them down your body, letting out a grunt to tell you to bend your legs so he can get them off and toss them aside.
Once you’re bare he shoves your thighs apart. His eyes are trained on your pussy, on the full thatch of hair that leads down to folds that are already slick with moisture.
He works open the fly of his own pants now, undoing the button, pulling down the zipper. The worn black briefs he has on are tented in a prominent bulge that he palms at.
“Maybe I shoulda tied you up sooner,” he mumbles, eyes trailing up from your pussy over your clothed torso and landing on your face. His unwavering gaze makes your face warm slightly. “Look so fuckin’ pretty like this.”
He pulls his underwear down to free his cock, fully hard and already leaking precum. You open your legs wider, desperate to feel him inside you, and Daryl appreciatively murmurs “attagirl.”
He grips himself at his base and drags his cock up your slit a couple times. On one pass he lets his tip catch your entrance and he slides inside you, his low groan echoing your breathy moan.
Your eyes roll back as he starts up a slow, deep pace. He’s thick, his shaft stretching you out and dragging against your walls in a way that makes you shudder. Your cunt clenched around him needily.
“Y’take my cock so well,” he says lowly as he braces himself above you, hands on either side of your head, his biceps visible in your peripherals when you look up at him.
Your bound hands come down to reach for his arm, fingers grappling at his skin, desperately wanting to grip on tight like you always do. Daryl narrows his eyes and grabs your wrists with one hand to shove them back above your head.
“Told you not to move ‘em.” He growls. You look up at him woefully.
“Wanna touch you,” you whine in a tone that usually has him rushing to sate you. This time he seems unmoved. He shakes his head.
“Yer gonna stay just like that till ‘m done.” He murmurs, still thrusting into you. You gasp at the feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot, fingers flexing as you fight the urge to reach for him again. “Gotta prove ya can be good f’me.”
“I can be good,” you whimper.
“Show me.”
You bite your lip, staring into his hard, expectant eyes. Eventually you offer him a shaky nod and still your fidgeting digits.
“That’s it.” He praises softly. "Jus' gotta lay there 'n lemme fuck you. Ain't so hard, huh?"
You huff, looking up at him with a stubborn pout, lips pursed. He scoffs, muttering "needy fuckin' thing"-- but he lets some softness show when he leans down to indulge you with a kiss.
He doesn't let it last long. It's more than a peck, enough time for you to open your mouth and feel his tongue swipe against yours, but then he's pulling away and continuing to fuck into you brutally.
You let out a long moan, legs shifting against the bed as you squirm at the pleasure. Daryl grunts and moves his knees to the outside of your legs, using his calves to pin yours in place against the mattress.
You whine at having your movement restricted, but part of you is happy to have the physical contact in lieu of your usual tight hold on his forearms. With your orgasm approaching, pleasure warming your belly like red hot coals, having him pressed against you is grounding.
It isn’t much longer until you’re unraveling beneath him. A few more thrusts against your g-spot along with a roll of his hips that has his pelvis grinding against your clit sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his cock, your toes curl, your head tilts back as you arch against the mattress.
“Attagirl,” Daryl grits out, his pace speeding up as the tight pulses of your orgasm leave him chasing his own. “Cum on my dick. Tha’s a good girl.”
Stars are still dancing across your vision when he gives his final, stuttering thrust. His head collapses against your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck, and he tears himself from your pussy just in time to shoot ropes across your stomach with a long, low groan.
Then you’re both still, the room silent save for the soft panting of your breaths. Slowly your heartrate returns to normal. Daryl’s lips find your neck to pepper kisses against your balmy skin. You let out a tired, content sigh.
Daryl moves upright after a few moments, runs his hands up and down your sides as he kneels between your legs.
“Hands,” he rasps, signaling you to bring them down to him with two crooks of his fingers. You lower them obediently, watching as he expertly unities the rope.
“You were so good f’me,” he murmurs, his eyes on your hands. Calloused fingers encircle your freed wrists, thumbs massaging the tender skin, rubbing away the ache. His eyes move up to meet yours as he brings his lips to your palm and places a gentle kiss there. You smile, heart fluttering.
“Y’make me want to,” you say softly, “make me wanna be good.”
Though his face is unmoved emotion floods his eyes and he crawls back over you, giving you a long, deep kiss that makes both your chests tight. When he pulls away he does so reluctantly. Your gaze follows him as he moves off the bed.
“Gonna get you cleaned up,” his voice is gruff. He crosses the room in search of a tattered washcloth. “‘N tomorrow I’m gonna teach you how to tie a damn knot.”
#daryl dixon#daryl dixon smut#daryl dixon x you#daryl dixon x y/n#daryl dixon x reader#the walking dead#the walking dead smut
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Today's request is 'Sleepwalking' for @iamcalmiamthestorm :D
It is rare indeed for Merrin to be the first one awake. Cere is still fast asleep in her bunk, and when Merrin ventures out into the living space, Greez, Cal and BD-1 are all absent. Sunlight shows through their lodging’s windows. They have been on Forest Moon 1138, an old Republic scientific research base, for a week now, recuperating from Nur. They will not need to stay for much longer. Merrin will be sad to leave it, the snowy forest such a new experience for her. However, there is an entire galaxy out there, and she intends to see more of it as soon as possible.
Merrin is halfway through a cup of tea when Greez comes in, yawning and stretching. BD-1 is close behind him, hopping up onto the table and looking around. He beeps, but Merrin cannot understand him, and she apologises for this. BD-1 turns to Greez for help with a demanding trill.
“Oh, right, sorry, BD. Still half asleep I guess,” Greez says. “You seen Cal around?” he asks Merrin. “Pretty weird for him to be up before me.”
She stares at the pair. Has she seen Cal? They are the ones sharing a dorm room with him. “He was not here when I got up earlier.” And she has been up for almost an half an hour now.
There is an immediate sense of alarm in the room. Greez hurries off to check the refresher, only to come back and announce he found it empty. Merrin immediately knows this is not good, and she goes to get Cere. Thankfully, Cere is up and dressed. “Wherever he is, I can sense that he’s alright,” she says. “Although his presence is cloudy.” She finishes pulling on a boot. “We must find him.”
Cere, Merrin and BD-1 set up a search party while Greez agrees to stay behind and call if Cal returns by himself. He also starts preparing warm drinks and thick blankets. Given that Cal’s boots and poncho are all still in the base, he is likely to be very, very cold.
“Kid’s sleepwalking,” Greez surmises. “We never thought to set up an alert system here for that. Who knows how long he’s been gone. Ugh, I knew I shoulda put a bell on him.”
“He’s alive,” Cere says, holding out an arm so BD can hop onto her shoulders. “Don’t worry, Greez. We’ll find him.”
“Good. And I’ll find a bell we can tie to him while I wait.”
Clad in cold weather gear, Merrin shoulders a pack with extras for Cal. It is very cold outside, colder than it has been in days, meaning the snow has frozen so completely there are no footprints for them to follow. Merrin watches Cere close her eyes and reach for the Force. She had explained her old role as a Seeker, a Jedi who sought out Force-sensitive children. She is obviously a little rusty, and someone with training like Cal would be able to shield their presence, however if they are both right and Cal is sleepwalking, perhaps he will be unable to shield at all.
“My sisters would sometimes sleepwalk however I think it has a different meaning for Jedi. For a Nightsister to sleepwalk is to move through dreams or visions while the body remains in place,” Merrin tells Cere as they move into the woodland surrounding the base.
“That is true for many Jedi too, although I was not one of them,” Cere says. “However, Cal is the kind to take it rather literally. He may eventually outgrow the habit. I think it’s less of a Jedi trait and more of an adolescent one.”
“We can hope,” Merrin says. “And then he will have to learn to sleepwalk properly.”
“Perhaps,” Cere says with a faint smile.
Merrin can hear the distraction and worry in the older woman’s voice. “We will find him,” she says. “He will not have gone far.”
It’s a surprisingly prescient comment as just a few minutes later BD squeals joyfully and launches himself off Cere’s shoulders. He rockets through the trees to where Cal stands with his back to them.
Merrin wastes no time teleporting herself to his side, reaching him first. They are on the edge of a frozen lake, the far edge lost to a snowy fog. Cal stares into the fog, glassy eyed. BD catches up, launching himself onto Cal’s back where he immediately starts beeping loudly.
Cal takes a deep, thoughtful breath. “No, it’s fine. I’ll have it paid by Primeday. I always do.”
He starts to walk forward. Merrin intercepts him, bracing his shoulders with her hands. “Cal!” she shouts, the voices of her sisters joining her. “Wake up!”
He blinks slowly, feet staggering. “Wha –” Confused and surprised, he tips backward, but Cere’s there too, and together she and Merrin manage to drag him to a nearby log and sit him down. His bare feet are a terrible sight to behold, and now he’s awake, he’s shivering violently. “Where am I?” he asks through chattering teeth.
“Where you should not be,” Merrin tells him. She crouches down, pulls the pack off her back, and digs out the supplies. “This is not how you are supposed to sleepwalk, Cal Kestis.” She remains unimpressed by Jedi teachings.
Confused and helpless, he turns to Cere for support. Cere shrugs. “She’s not wrong.”
BD-1 beeps and buzzes, throwing himself at Cal. Merrin wishes she understood him better, as whatever he says makes Cal chuckle and hug his friend close. “Thanks, BD. You are warm.”
“How are you feeling?” Cere asks as Merrin wrestles a pair of thick socks onto Cal’s torn up feet. They can fix it all back at the base.
Cal yawns. “Sleepy,” he says. His half-lidded eyes make him look like he’s been on the swamp nectar. Resting his head on BD’s is not helping him to look more awake. He yawns again and BD jabs him. “Stop. I’m awake.”
Merrin looks to Cere who shakes her head. They need to keep him awake if they are going to make it back to the base quickly. “What dream did you walk in?” she asks him.
“I didn’t walk in a dream,” he mumbles. He’s tilting to one side, well on his way to drifting off again.
“You said you will have ‘it’ paid off by Primeday. What is ‘it’?” Merrin asks.
Cal doesn’t answer.
Cere gives BD a nod, and BD whistles gleefully as he jabs his scomp link into Cal’s thigh and shocks him. Gently. Cal still leaps so high off the log he nearly tips backward. “Ow!” he gasps. “What was that for?”
“Good work, BD,” Merrin says, throwing a woollen poncho over Cal’s head. “He is awake.”
Cal grumbles the whole way back to the base, most of it slurred nonsense because he is hypothermic and half asleep. Merrin leads the way while Cere asks him every question she can think of to keep him awake. Cal is grumpy about it, so BD rides on his back, electricity crackling every time he even looks like he might fall asleep.
When they reach the base, Greez is there with tea for all, warm blankets and a medkit. Stepping back, Merrin watches as Cal lets the others fuss over him. Or is fussed over whether he likes it or not. Sometimes it is hard to tell, especially when Cal’s head is already tipped back and he’s dozing again. She smiles at the sight of him, and of BD-1 nestling down under the blankets thrown over Cal. Scourge of the Empire indeed. Merrin has not been with these people long, but already she knows they will always be a part of her life.
…although maybe she really should teach Cal how to properly sleepwalk before they have a repeat of this morning’s adventure.
#star wars jedi: fallen order#jfo minific#jfo headcanon#fic requests 2023#cal kestis#bd 1#merrin#cere junda#greez dritus#mantis crew#found family feels
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Could I request a lemon x wife!reader were he doesn’t know she’s working the same job as him nor her being an assassin in general and he finds out once they’ve crossed paths?
I’m just now getting into bullet train fics and I’m now starving over here😭
IVE NEVER REALLY WRITTEN FOR LEMON SO IM SO HAPPY I CAN DO THIS THANK YOU ANON 🤭I always make the reader ladybugs partner because it’s such a funny dynamic
Lies
“Shut up.” You whisper yelled to your partner, ladybug.
“You shut up!” He sassed back.
You narrowed your eyes at him, which made him mutter a small “sorry” and shut up.
You furrowed an eyebrow as you looked in the hall.
“That’s literally my fucking… brother in law.” You mumbled, and you both hid in a small space while he entered the room, talking on the phone.
Somehow, you both had managed to get not caught and go the opposite direction.
“Holy shit. My brother in law- my husbands brother is literally working for the white death. I can’t hurt my brother in law!” You grabbed Ladybugs shoulders, shaking them.
He raised his eyebrows and grabbed your shoulders instead, looking into your eyes.
“We’re not hurting anyone. We are getting the fuck off this train.” He said, trying his best to calm you down.
“Yeah. Yeah. You’re right.” You nodded, and you both walked, talking some.
That’s when you walked straight into someone when you looked the other way.
“Oh. Shit I’m so sorry s…” your words stopped when you looked at the man, the man looked at you with wide eyes.
He said your name, it came out as more of a question.
“Uh.. Brian.”
He looked at Ladybug, and back to you.
(I always go off the actors names if they don’t have one, like lemon and tangerine, you can imagine it as something else if you want)
That’s when he attacked ladybug, practically pouncing on him and choking him.
“Stop! Stop! He’s my partner!” You shouted, Brian stopped, looking back at you again.
“Seriously? This asshole?!” He shouted at you, nodding his head at ladybug trapped underneath him. Ladybug regaining his air.
“Okay. Okay. I get you’re mad, but you lied too!”
He sighed heavily, shaking his head.
“You’re right. I shoulda’ told you.”
“Hey, I think some marriage counseling would really help-“ ladybug said, still trapped underneath Lemon.
“Shut it.” You both said at the same time.
“Jeez, I guess that’s why you both get along.” He mumbled to himself.
“I’m sorry for lying.” He said after a while of silence.
“I’m sorry.” You said.
“You both needa get the fuck off this train.” He stood up, staring at you now.
“What? Are you being serious right now?”
“Serious. It’s dangerous, and I swear to god if something happened to you-“
“It won’t.” You cut in.
“Jus’ get off the train-“
“No way.”
“Yes way, come on.” Ladybug grabbed your hand, which you pulled away and turned back to lemon.
“I’m not leaving without you.”
“I’m not leaving without Tangerine.”
“Who?” You furrowed your eyebrows.
“My brother.”
“Oh, Aa-“
“Yeah, that’s the one.” He cut you off.
“So what’s your nickname?” You asked.
“Oh, mines Lemon.”
“So, Lemon and tangerine-“
“Like the fruit, yeah, yeah, okay can we please go?” Ladybug groaned.
“If your staying I’m staying.” You argued.
Lemon groaned, looking at the ceiling and then back at you.
“Your too stubborn, you know?”
“You love me.”
“Mm. I do.”
The doors closed, and Ladybug groaned and complained while you both kissed.
#lemon#lemon x reader#lemon bullet train#bullet train x reader#bullet train fic#bullet train x you#bullet train imagine#bullet train#brian tyree henry#brian tyree henry x reader
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Tequila Sunrise (Eddie Munson x Reader) [18+]
Summary: You get drunk with your best friend after his gig, and the only evidence you have of anything that happened after you blacked out is a stack of Polaroids you find in his dresser the next morning.
Warnings: tequila, naked Eddie, explicit descriptions of s*xual acts, anxiety, scrambled eggs (sorry vegans)
Word Count: 2k
Author's Note: inspired by / accompaniment to this photo edit by @eddieonfilm. it's an unofficial collab but a beautiful one. this might be my favorite fic i've posted. characters are aged up bc i am also aged up. also whenever i censor s*x in my descriptions i always imagine myself saying it like miranda hart. just. very awkward and tall and british. trying to be decent for bbc standards and practices.
(edit by eddieonfilm. original by @zerlinity )
The first thing that hits you is the pain. It's achy, throbbing, like a sinus infection conjured up by the devil himself. You roll over, groaning at the way your head feels like it's filled with bricks.
Something heavy shifts around your waist - a grip you don't notice until it tightens. Someone else's skin against yours.
Your eyes shoot open. You're not asleep on the pull out couch in Eddie's living room like you remember agreeing to last night. You're in his bed. And you think you might be naked.
Panic overrides your growing hangover and you sit straight up, trying to remember something, anything, from the previous evening. It was late when the gig ended, and Eddie didn't like the idea of you taking the long train ride back to your apartment alone - he offered to let you stay at his instead, which you did. You got slices of pizza from the place downstairs; came up and ate them with a couple beers. You were both already tipsy, and Eddie kept teasing you about what a lightweight you are.
And of course you opened your big stupid mouth and bet him you could drink him under the table.
That's when the tequila came out. That's where your memory ends.
To your relief, you look down and find your torso covered by a faded black t-shirt. You're horrified all over again when when you realize it's ridden up over your waist, everything south of it exposed. Your panties are on the floor beside the bed.
There's a sharp intake of breath beside you, followed by the rustling of sheets and a dip in the mattress. You look over and see that Eddie is also awake, shirtless, and now laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. After a moment he side eyes you, not moving his head but meeting his lovely brown irises with yours. Despite yourselves, you smirk at each other.
"You look like shit," Eddie comments.
"I feel like shit," you reply.
He chuckles, running his large palm down his face.
"Yeah... me too."
His hand finds your back, rubbing it gently as you lean over with your face in your palm, trying to ride a wave of pain that crashes at the inside of your skull. You wonder how he can be so calm. Casual about something so intimate.
"... Did we fuck?" he wonders.
You let out a heavy sigh, the question making your headache that much worse.
"If we did you weren't very good at it," you remark. "I'm not sore at all."
The pillow he'd been laying on smacks against the side of your head. You shriek, and Eddie grins despite the grimace that pinches his brows.
"Not so loud," he groans. "I feel like I've got a knife between my eyes."
"Shoulda thought of that before you brought out the tequila."
"I'm not the instigator here, tuts."
He sits up and nestles his chin into the crook of your neck, giving you an impish smile.
"I think you lost your little drinking game."
You plant your hand over his face and shove him off you. He chuckles as he flops back down onto the mattress.
Tugging your t-shirt (which you now realize is actually Eddie's) down so you don't reveal anything more than you want him to see with sober eyes, you crawl off the mattress, intent on finding anything with caffeine you possibly can in his kitchen. You pause when something on his dresser catches your eye.
A Polaroid.
A Polaroid of your tits.
You snatch it up, staring at it in horror. What's even worse is that there's more of them, scattered across the cigarette-burned wood and stained carpet below. You sift through them, thankful at least for the fact that they aren't just of you. Many of them are of Eddie - holding a lighter to the cig between his lips, head flung back as he takes a shot, tongue hanging out and middle fingers up, mid-laugh.
His bare torso spread out on his sheets as he smirks up at you.
His hand gripping the small of your back while he tugs at the waistband of your panties with his teeth.
His head between your legs, lips pressed to the inside of your thigh.
You jolt when Eddie's arms curl around your middle, a gesture much more involved than what your relationship (or at least your relationship before the night previous) entails. He plucks one of the photos out of your hand, letting out a little cackle.
"Damn, looks like we did fuck last night," he muses.
His expression suddenly drops, going from amused to grim in less than a second. You catch the change in the mirror and whip around to face him.
"What?"
He swallows heavily, like his throat is full of sand.
"I, uh... We didn't... I... I don't have condoms."
You blink.
"... What?"
You smack at his chest, focusing on the slap of his skin against your palms so you don't faint.
"You're in a band!" you shout. "Why don't you have fucking condoms, Eddie?!"
"You've met my band!" he yells back at you. "We're fucking dorks! You really think we're all getting pussy 24/7? Women terrify me! And I don't want a fucking STD!"
"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE CONDOMS!"
You slump back against the dresser, any bit of humor you could possibly find in having been drunkenly railed by your best friend completely vaporized. You're not on birth control, and as far as you know, your reproductive bits work exactly as they're supposed to - possibly even better than they're supposed to, since you've been ovulating for the past week and, subsequently, hornier than usual. Unless Eddie got a vasectomy he hasn't mentioned, there's no way you're not harboring a little stowaway.
"Hey."
The warmth of Eddie's palms settling against your cheeks snaps you out of your downward spiral. He gently tilts your head up so you meet his eye, his panicked demeanor replaced by the soft, calm side of him you've only seen a handful of times. It's enough to send the tears stinging your waterline spilling over onto your cheeks.
"No way in hell I'm letting you have a kid, least of all my fucking kid. There's a pharmacy on the corner. We'll walk down together, get you some Plan B - that I'll pay for - and have breakfast at the diner next block over. Yeah?"
You nod, sniffling and wiping at your now blotchy, tear-stained face.
"Yeah," you agree. "Yeah... yeah, okay. Yeah."
The journey to the pharmacy is silent, but not uncomfortable. Eddie walks with his arm linked in yours, keeping you pressed to his side as if trying to shield you from prying eyes; he doesn't leave you alone, either, a hand always at the small of your back or locked around your shoulders.
As you make your way out of the contraceptive aisle, he tosses a few pregnancy tests and boxes of condoms into your basket, "just as a precaution". The woman who rings you up takes one look at the scandalous haul and tsks, fixing you with a shaming, disdainful glare.
"Something wrong?" Eddie quips. He wraps an arm around you, tucking you behind him ever so slightly so you're out of the woman's eyeline.
"No," she responds through tight lips. "Sixty-two eighty, please."
At the diner, Eddie asks for a booth in the corner, away from the counter and the front door. You unwrap the medication and take it as instructed, swallowing it down with a cup of weak, slightly burnt coffee. The heavy, greasy plate of hash browns and eggs you're served stills your spinning headache, grounding you along with the feel of Eddie's hand on your thigh.
"How you feeling?" he asks once you return to his apartment.
You nod, too shy to meet his gaze.
"Better," you tell him. "... Thank you."
Eddie lets out a heavy sigh, taking the few steps forward he needs to reach you and wrapping you in a tight, tender hug. You don't hesitate to return it, your hands gripping at the thin fabric covering his back.
"I got you," he murmurs into your hair. "It's gonna be okay."
You can't bring yourself to leave him, so you spend the rest of the day on his couch, watching reruns of The Mary Tyler Moore Show and listening to him strum nervously at his guitar. Around dinner time, he offers to pick you up a pizza to share, which you say you'll pay for to thank him. He doesn't let you.
While he's gone, you take a quick shower, washing away the remnants of last night's debauchery. You step out of the bathroom to find him reclined on the sofa, legs kicked up on the coffee table, cigarette dangling between his lips as he sorts through the Polaroids that were left on his dresser. A box of fresh pizza lays open on the kitchen counter; three slices are missing, and there's a paper plate and napkin waiting for you (you're not sure Eddie even owns any actual dishes).
"You should quit smoking if you're gonna be a dad," you tease him in a deadpan, joining him on the couch with dinner in hand.
He chuckles, tossing a photo of your tongue licking at the head of his cock onto the table. You hate that the sight is so... appealing to you. That you're a little disappointed you don't remember doing it. That you kind of want to do it again.
"Maybe if I'm lucky it'll stop my balls from working," he mumbles.
His hands stop shuffling as he looks at the photo currently in them. He removes the cig from his mouth, exhaling long and slow; contemplative. You lean over to see what's caught his attention.
To your surprise, it's a picture of your face. You're pressed into the pillow on the right side of his bed, eyes lidded, lips curled into a blissful smile, hair knotted with traces of his fingers having run through them and yanked at your scalp. You're clearly fucked out. But you're also... gazing at him. Seeing him. Giving him the kind of heart eyes you only ever do when you're sure he's not looking.
"I remember why I took this one," Eddie says. "I thought... I thought you looked really pretty. My heart felt like it was gonna... fuckin' explode or something. I was wicked happy I finally had you in my bed and that you were gonna fall asleep next to me and... I wanted to keep that moment."
"... Finally?"
His eyes snap up, clearly shocked that he said that exact word out loud. For a moment he says nothing. For a moment you're unsure what the hell there is to say.
But then you're throwing yourself onto him, latching your arms around his neck and trapping his waist between your thighs, holding him like he's the last thing you're ever going to touch. He hugs you back, burying his face in your shoulder, his hands reaching up under your shirt to stroke loving patterns along your back.
"I love you, Eddie Munson," you whisper into his neck.
"I love you," he breathes. "God... I fucking love you. So fucking much."
BONUS:
you and eddie lean over the sink in his apartment, staring at the overturned pregnancy test inside it.
"ready?" you ask.
he nods.
you flip it over.
one pink line.
eddie shrieks - literally shrieks - with relief and lifts you into his arms, spinning you until you're dizzy.
"oh thank god," he gasps, repeatedly kissing your cheek. "ohhhhhh thank god thank god thank god. i'm gonna celebrate by fucking you dumb."
🌹💀get your eddie fix💀🌹
#muerta's works#eddie munson#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x reader fluff#eddie munson x reader smut#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x alt!reader
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minnie's Very Good icemav fic rec list!
icemav is such a massive ship but its hard to find fics for it :((
so here are some i liked :))
(this list isnt definitive i have not read a lot, i know there are good ones I missed pls tell me If u have any good recs!!)
fics by @boasamishipper
when i see your face (oneshot, 1k+)
In which Maverick Mitchell wakes up from surgery, high on painkillers, and hits on his husband.
sweet! very cute! maverick rly is a dumb dumb boy
Word on the Street (oneshot, 1k+)
Sharon looks down at her wedding ring and says a prayer for the handsome Navy pilot that’s heading their way. He’s got no idea what he’s in for. / Or, Iceman and Maverick versus the Real Housewives of Fallon, Nevada.
look i also know nth about housewives but this is adorable and hilarious and sometimes we need an outsider pov, est relationship btw!
baby, baby i'd get down on my knees for you (co-written with @academicgangster or simplecoffee on ao3, multi-chapter, 18k)
Or, the Wooing of Iceman Kazansky by a Very Smol Mr. Darcy
(Five times Maverick proposed to Iceman, and one time Iceman accepted.)
OH M,YGOD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS FIC MAKES ME LOSE MY MIND AN DIE AND CRY AND ITS SO SWEET AND ADORABLE AND I MISS THEM SM HGBGKLDS
between the lines of fear and blame (oneshot, 1k+)
extreme whump extreme, most icemav fics hurt mav and i think mav deserves a little better. just a little. this is good also
Out of all the things Maverick had expected to eventually kill him — getting caught in someone’s jetwash, being shot out of the sky, his plane’s engine exploding — getting shot by one of his students in a civilian bar didn’t even make the top ten.
He never expected Ice to take a bullet for him, either.
There's a first time for everything.
fics by @susiecarter
and gamble for the sun (one-shot, 1k+)
It's like this: Maverick and the Iceman make bets, sometimes.
OH MY GODDD OH MY GOD THE TENSION THE IDIOTS IDIOT OT LIKE 3K ITSLOVELY AND SO SO GOOD PERFECT TENSION AND EVERYTHING (in my notes I wrote that they write rly good summaries I just wanted to tell you that)
A Shared Cup (one-shot, 7k+)
hard 2 exp but its a soulbond au and I LOVE THOSE I LOVE THOSE I LOVE THOSE READ THIS NOW AND GO INSANE W ME
It was only a training exercise.
It was only supposed to be a training exercise.
fics by @compacflt
this isnt like a thing about the fics but on ao3, the profile says commander of the pacific fleet (wouldn't that be hilarious if the actual compacflt were on ao3? national security hazard) and that's possibly the funniest thing I've read today
Easier Said Than Done (100k+, series)
"So you just wanna be the best at everything, huh?"
"Yes," Kazansky says seriously, then, confused, squints at him. "Don't you?"
"Of course not," Maverick says. "I just wanna be the bestpilot."
"Huh," says Kazansky, wondering if there's a difference betweenMaverickandMitchell. "Maybe you shoulda stayed at TOPGUN, then."
(Or: Tom Kazansky rises through the ranks while trying to stay a good man. If he ever was one to begin with.) (When We Get Around To Talking About It, 65k+)
"We can start here, I guess. If we're talking about us," Pete says. "Nineteen-eighty-six. The first thing I thought, when I saw you in that O-club, was: Iceman isoff-limits.Capital O, capital L."
Despite himself, despite the fear, Tom laughs a little. "Oh, yeah? Why's that?"
"Well, first off, we were competition. And yeah, you were attractive, but then you opened your mouth and I swear. You were just an asshole. Goose is trying to introduce you to me and here I am thinking about how much of an asshole you are. Shut up about Cougar, asshole."
"It was supposed to be a friendly competition!"
"Yeah, right. So that's what I was thinking: he's attractive, clearly doesn't know how to talk to other men, might be into the proposition if I framed it the right way. But he's an asshole, so this competition is just gonna befriendly." Pete pauses. Then he says, "Ice, you wanna get married?"
And that's how they start talking about it.
(Or: they finally get around to talking about it. And Maverick's got a couple extra memories.) (Debriefing (& Other Stories), 60k+)
look its rly long. but this whole series is wonderful. if ican ever print out one top gun fic to have and to hold irl I would buy more paper and print both of these ones. absolutely lovely and it doesn't feel long its just a good good good time and the classic icemav fic
ALSO HONOURABLE MENTION
Kings of the Air (@fabula-unica, 20k+)
Fighting and fucking: two things he did extraordinarily well. How could he have known what the effect would be when you combined the two?
ABSOLUTE HERITAGE FIC EVERY ICEMAV SHIPPER HAS TO LIVE AND BREATHE THIS FIC OH MY GODDD SO LOVELY SO SO SOS LOVELY read this fic. it has been waiting 12 years for you
ao3 etiquette is in order, if you liked it, leave a kudos and a comment :D I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did !
#top gun#top gun 1986#top gun maverick#icemav#iceman#maverick#tom iceman kazansky#tom kazansky#pete maverick mitchell#pete mitchell#icemav fic recs#icemav fics#top gun fic#minnie's manual#ill make a sereshaw one too once i get my life in order
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Sick for You (Ryu) {Sicktember 2023}
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Genre: Fluff, slice of life, angst, comfort, domestic, comedy, romance
Word Count: 8,564
Pairing: First Person x Ryu
World: The Rampage
A/N: Okay, let me say that this is 100 million percent self-indulgent because I am a certified Ryu simp. I would die for this man, okay. This also took like a week to write lmao and it was written for @sicktember 2023. I wasn’t originally gonna do anything for this because of Flufftober but then this idea hit me like a freight train c: Also shout out to Kels (@babyboybinbin), Dia (@sieunkinnie) and Sweet (@xsweetelegantdisasterx) for letting me abuse them in this fic~ I regret nothing ò.ó)
Prompts (in order): #11 -Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick / #18 – “Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold.” / #4 – Hiding An Illness / Alt #3 – Pounding Headache / #23 – Coughing Fit / #16 – Consulting the Internet/Web MD / #19 – Curled Up With A Pet / #8 – Persistent Fever / Alt #4 – Forehead Kisses / #12 – Home Remedy/Old Wives Tale / #21 – “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too.” / #24 – “Did you just sneeze?” / #3 – “What happened to your phenomenal immune system?” / Alt #1 – “I could really use a hug right about now.”
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Light streamed through the curtains, landing conveniently across my eyes and bringing me from my sleep. I looked at the clock through blurry eyes, realizing that I needed to get up soon for work but I really didn’t want to. My bed was so comfy and the body wrapped around my own was warm. Why would I ever want to –
Wait a damn minute… I blinked dumbly at the wall for a moment. Why is there a body in my bed? I turned slowly so as not to disturb them, a smile instantly coming to my face when I realized who it was.
Ryu was sleeping peacefully behind me, strands of hair falling across his face. He was already a gorgeous man but he looked like a damn angel when he was sleeping so peacefully. I slowly reached forward, tucking the hair behind his ear. He stirred, gorgeous brown eyes meeting mine.
“Morning,” he mumbled, stretching out his long body.
“When did you get here?” I wondered, propping my cheek up against my hand. “I thought you were on tour for another three days.”
“We had to end it early because of the bad weather.”
“You shoulda woke me up.”
He hummed, fingers curling around the hem of my shirt. “You looked too cute. I didn’t want to bother you.”
I ignore the fluttering of my heart and the warming of my cheeks, leaning down to claim his lips. “Babe, you could never bother me.”
He gave me a goofy grin, eyes lighting up. “You have to be at work soon, right?”
All thoughts of work had gone out the window when I realized he was in bed with me. I rarely got to see him because of his hectic schedule and there was no way I was going to work.
I forced myself up, grabbing my phone off the bedside table and bringing up Google. Ryu propped himself up on his elbow, looking curiously at my phone screen.
His brow furrowed as he read the words of the article I had clicked on. “‘A beginners guide to faking sick.’ You’re gonna lie to your boss?”
“No… I’m just gonna bend the truth a little,” I defended, trying to ignore the stern look he sent me. “Is it so wrong to want to spend time with my beautiful boyfriend, hm?”
He fought back against the smile trying to overtake his lips, still trying to appear stern but I knew I had broken him. It was my special ability at this point. “Fine, but you have to make it up to him later, okay?”
“I’ll bring him donuts or something.”
Ryu laughed, shaking his head before climbing over me to get off the bed. He started to leave the room but paused as if unsure. “Do you want me to make you breakfast?”
I wasn’t sure why, but he was always cautious when it came to cooking. It’s like he wants to, but he just doesn’t have the confidence in himself which breaks my heart. I offered him a playful grin. “Well, the last time I cooked something that wasn’t instant ramen, I set the kitchen on fire, so…”
He paled as the memory came flooding back to him. “Ah… I’ll cook, then.”
“Sounds like a good idea.” I followed him into the tiny kitchen, settling down at the table with my phone. “I love your cooking. Your food always tastes so good.”
“Really?” He glanced at me with a shy smile and I nodded.
“Yes, really. If I could cook like you, I wouldn’t be a Fire hazard.”
He laughed, pulling the eggs out of the fridge. “Just don’t attempt it when I’m not here, okay?”
“Okay~” I promised, pulling up my boss’s contact. I took a deep breath, clearing my throat as I pressed it to my ear. I hoped it would go to his voice-mail, but no such luck.
“Hello? Takanori speaking.“
“Hey, boss.” I tried to lower my voice and sound as if I was dying, but judging from the look Ryu was giving me, it wasn’t working as intended. “I, uh… I can’t come in… today…”
“Oh? Are you okay? You sound terrible.“
“Yeah, I -” I faked a few coughs and Ryu sent me another stern look, clearly not approving of the lie. “- I’m not feeling too hot.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Get some rest and –“
There was a sudden loud clang from the kitchen. Ryu had dropped the metal spatula on the floor. ‘Sorry,’ he mouthed, sending me an apologetic and guilty look.
My boss called out my name, sounding worried. “What was that noise? Is everything okay?“
“Yeah!” I replied quickly, forgetting my tone change which I quickly fixed. “Yeah, sorry. I… I dropped my cup…”
“You should be in bed,” he scolded softly. “Don’t worry about anything. I can get Dia to cover your shift.“
“Thanks, boss.”
“Take care.”
I hung up the phone, releasing a relieved sigh as I sat back in my chair. “Man, acting is hard. I don’t know how you do it.”
“A lot of practice,” he hummed, breaking the eggs into a bowl.
I watched him for a moment, admiring how careful he was with each action. “What should we do today? A new store opened up a few blocks away. Looks interesting from the outside.”
“Is that a smart idea? What if your boss sees you?”
“He works in an office building on the other side of town and he’s a workaholic so he stays way later than everyone else. The chance of him seeing me is,” I formed a circle with my hand. “Zero percent.”
“Famous last words,” he teased.
“For you,” I came up behind him, arms around his waist and face buried in the back of his shirt. “It’s worth the risk.”
His hand found mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. It was something he did to show thanks when words failed him.
After breakfast, we started to get ready to head out.
Ryu checked his phone before glancing at me. “It’s supposed to rain and the temperature is going to drop. Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold.”
“Don’t worry so much, you know I love the cold,” I replied, shoving my feet into my boots.
“Loving the cold doesn’t make you immune to it.”
“I’ll be fine, I promise.” I held my hand out to him with a reassuring smile and he reluctantly took it, his hand easily dwarfing my own. “Besides, I’ve got you to keep me warm.”
He quickly turned his head but not before I noticed his blush, bringing a grin to my lips. He tugged me out of the apartment, the chilly autumn air nipping at my exposed skin. The sky was covered with gray clouds, thunder rolling softly in the distance.
He glanced up and hummed thoughtfully. “We should buy an umbrella first.”
“The convenience store on the corner sells them, I think.” I tugged him in that direction, feeling in high spirits. How could I not be? The love of my life was home, it was nearly October, it was cold out and it was probably going to rain. It was a recipe for pure joy.
The store had an entire rack of umbrellas for sale, including a blue one with lamas printed on it and a teal one with cats printed on it. It took me an embarrassingly long time to choose one while Ryu waited patiently, standing behind me with his arms around my waist and chin on top of my head. It was an easy feat given our height difference.
“If you want, you can buy both,” suggested Ryu softly.
I considered it for a moment. “They’re overpriced already and I don’t need two.”
Ryu chuckled, picking them both up and heading to the front despite my protests. He didn’t hesitate to pay for them both, again, ignoring my protests. I sent him a disapproving look when he held them out to me.
“Don’t be mad,” he pouted. “I like buying things for you. It makes me happy.”
Well, I can’t argue with that. His happiness is my happiness. I clicked my tongue, taking the umbrellas from him. “Thank you, I really do appreciate it.”
“Of course. Should we check out that new store now?”
“Yes, let’s go~!” I grabbed his hand and dragged him from the store, prompting a laugh from him.
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I stifled a yawn, rubbing the back of my neck. We had been out for hours, mostly just walking around and enjoying each other’s company. The shop hadn’t been anything special, though Ryu did find a jacket that he liked.
He threw his arm around my shoulders, rubbing up and down my arm. “Should we head home?”
“Yeah. We can watch a movie if you want.”
“I’d like that. You can choose.”
“Oh?” I sent him a grin and he frowned.
“Am I going to regret that decision?”
“We are so watching The Worst.”
A faint tint came to his cheeks. “We’ve already seen it a hundred times.”
“And I wanna see it a hundred more because my baby is in it and he’s incredibly talented.” I smiled warmly, reaching up to cup his face. He leaned down to make it easier, his warm hand covering my own. “You’re an amazing actor, you know? And an amazing dancer. And a genuinely amazing person in general.”
He shifted nervously, glancing away.
I knew complimenting him made him feel shy and nervous, but it felt important to me. I needed him to know how important he is, how special. Maybe that makes me selfish, I don’t know.
I pulled back, releasing my grip on him. “Come on, let’s get home before -“
As if sensing my thoughts, the sky opened up with a loud roar of thunder. Sheets of rain fell on top of us, causing the others on the street to cry out and rush for cover. Ryu grabbed my hand, pulling me under the cover of a nearby Cafe. As badly as I wanted to enjoy the rain, I was more concerned about him. It would be bad if he got sick and couldn’t rejoin the other Rampage members.
“We should get home so you can change,” I murmured, frowning at the water that clung to his hair. I opened the cat umbrella, making sure to hold it high enough so it wasn’t resting against the top of his head.
“You need to change, too,” he pointed out, putting his arm around my shoulder and tugging me against his side to ensure that the umbrella covered us both. The wind picked up, sending a chill down my spine. It took everything I had not to shiver simply because I didn’t want to worry him.
The apartment was chilly, providing little warmth.
“Hurry and get changed,” said Ryu as he shrugged off his jacket.
“You first.”
He sent me a pointed look which I returned.
“Don’t look at me like that, Ryutaro. Think about the other members if you get sick.” I folded my arms over my chest, watching as he bit his lip. “Go on, I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll be quick.” He pecked my cheek before rushing into the bedroom. Kazu came rushing out when he opened the door, easily slipping through his legs before rushing over to me.
I clicked my tongue, kneeling in front of him. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were in the room.”
He stared at me with his large blue eyes, tail swishing back and forth in annoyance.
“Will a treat make it up to you?”
Mrow~
I chuckled, patting the feline on the head before standing up to enter the kitchen, him hot on my heels. He hopped up onto the chair, waiting patiently as I searched for the treats. Where the hell are they? I tugged open the cabinet, spying them on the top shelf.
Well, shit. I stood on my tiptoes, reaching up but only the tips of my fingers brushed against the plastic container. I tried pushing it closer to the edge but I think I just pushed it farther away.
A chest pressed against my back, his hand appearing beside my own and easily reaching the container. “I’ll feed Kazu. Go get changed.” He pressed another kiss to my cheek before approaching the annoyed feline.
I smiled at him before doing as I was told, changing into a t-shirt, a rampage hoodie, and some pajama pants with little ghosts printed on them. I felt much warmer now, but there was a tickle at the back of my brain. I couldn’t describe it, I just knew I didn’t feel quite as energetic as I had this morning. Then again, it was a long day.
Ryu was sitting on the couch waiting for me, Kazu curled up beside him as he gently brushed his fingers over the feline’s white fur. I settled down on his other side, seeing the movie already pulled up and ready to play. He pulled me against his body, arms wrapped protectively around me.
With a smile, I pressed play on the remote before letting myself melt against him, chest filled with warmth and love.
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Over the next couple of days, I started to feel worse and worse. My body felt heavy as if it were made of lead, someone seemed to be endlessly pounding on my skull with a hammer and I barely had the energy to live. Even so, I knew I had to hide it from Ryu because he’s the type who would drop everything for his loved ones.
I refuse to be the reason behind him getting into trouble or, worse, getting fired and losing his dreams. It was hard as hell to pretend to be okay, but I managed by pretending it was a video game. Besides, he leaves tomorrow morning so I can die in peace without disturbing him so long as I make it through the night.
The smell of paella filled the apartment and I swallowed hard, hit by a wave of nausea. Not that it smelled bad or anything, but in my weakened state, I simply wasn’t hungry and I couldn’t trust myself not to throw up if I actually ate something. If that were to happen, Ryu would blame himself for messing it up and I didn’t want that.
On the other hand, telling him I didn’t want to eat would probably make him feel self-conscious and sad. He put in the effort to cook for us despite not having a lot of confidence in doing so, I couldn’t just crush him like that.
I brought my knees to my chest, groaning softly into my knees. Kazu was staring at me from the recliner. I don’t know if he understood my predicament but it felt as if he was judging me for my choices, the little shit. He reminds me of someone else who just so happens to share the same name.
Ryu’s feet padded softly across the wooden floor as he appeared beside the couch. “Dinner’s ready. Do you want me to make you a plate?”
I took a slow, deep breath. ‘Come on, get your shit together. Do it for him.’ Lifting my head, I gave him an apologetic smile. “Actually… I think I might skip dinner tonight.”
He sat beside me with a frown, brow furrowed in worry. “Why? What’s wrong?”
My stomach lurched, a sharp pain shooting through my skull simultaneously and I nearly cursed aloud at my body for conspiring against me. I wrapped my arms tightly around my stomach to try and ease some of the pain I felt. “I’m about to start my period so my stomach is a bit… wonky at the moment.”
“Already? You’re not due to start for another week.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised that he knew that because he was always on top of things like that, always trying to ensure I was comfortable and prepared each month, even when he was away. “Uh… better early than late?”
His face burned at the comment and he brought the back of his hand up to cover it. “Go get some rest.”
“I’m sorry, Ryu.”
“For what?”
“You cooked for nothing… I should have said something sooner.”
“It’s okay,” he replied softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You can eat it when you’re feeling better.”
I wanted to kiss him so badly for being such a sweetheart but I didn’t want him to get sick so I settled for a thankful smile. “Thank you, baby.”
“Of course.”
I waited for him to disappear back into the kitchen before standing up and hobbling my way back to the bedroom, holding onto the wall for support. The room was spinning by the time I made it to bed and I was all too happy to fall face-first onto it, the pillow muffling my groan.
Despite feeling exhausted, I just couldn’t fall asleep. My head was hurting too bad, the painkillers not even touching it. For two hours, I lay there staring at the wall, trying to will myself to succumb to the darkness of sleep but my body refused to obey. When Ryu finally joined me, I pretended I was asleep, urging myself not to move as he slid in behind me, arms wrapped protectively around my body.
I guess that was the missing link because the last thing I remember was him kissing me on the cheek and whispering, I love you, something that he rarely said out loud.
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I startled awake as a coughing fit grasped me tightly, forcing me to sit up. The room was bright with Ryu nowhere to be found. I glanced at the clock and cursed, realizing that he had already left. I was already late for work, too.
As badly as I wanted to just bail and call in sick again, I knew I couldn’t. This was my karma for lying about being sick in the first place, I knew. With a groan, I threw the covers off of me and immediately started to shiver as the cool air wrapped around me. My head still hurt, my nose stuffy and the room spun when I tried to stand up.
“Shit,” I muttered, sitting back down and squeezing my eyes shut. I waited for my head to stop swimming before standing up again, walking slowly so I didn’t fall. Kazu followed close behind, his big eyes not leaving me once. At least he didn’t seem to be judging me this time. If anything, he looked worried.
“I’m fine,” I told him, though my voice was hoarse and my throat scratchy. He flicked his ear, eyes narrowing. “Don’t give me that look. I’ll never give you treats again, you little -” My threat was interrupted by a coughing fit, my throat burning.
It took longer than I’d like to admit to get ready for work and, if I’m being completely honest, I don’t remember how I got to work. It felt like I blacked out and when I came to, I was sitting at my desk with a sheet of paper in one hand and a pen in the other.
I felt a familiar tickle at my nose and I scrunched it up on instinct, only making it worse. I tried to hold it back but a loud sneeze ripped from my body, sending the stack of papers flying off the desk. I groaned at the throbbing in my skull, eyes half-lidded.
“Are you okay?” A hand rested on my shoulder and I slowly lifted my head, seeing my boss frown. “Geez, you look like death.”
“Am okay, boss,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. I started to get up to retrieve the papers when the world started to spin violently around me.
“Woah!” He threw his arm out to steady me, slowly lowering me back into my seat. The back of his hand rested against my forehead, his frown deepening. “You’re burning up… wait here a minute, okay?”
I didn’t have the energy to reply, my body slumping forward onto the desk with a groan. Why does everything hurt so bad? Am I dying right now?
“As you can see, she’s not doing so well,” stated my boss as he adjusted his glasses, returning to my side. “Can you take her home? I’ll pay for the Uber.”
“Of course, boss,” replied Dia. “Leave it to me.”
“I’ll call them, then.”
As soon as the car arrived, Dia helped me down to the first floor, allowing me to lean against her even at the risk of catching my cold. At least, I think it’s a cold. Maybe it’s the flu, I don’t know. Either way, she was selfless and I loved her for it.
There was a car parked in front of the building, tinted windows making it impossible to see. I could hear K-pop music blaring from within and I dreaded getting inside with my head hurting as badly as it was.
Dia knocked on the passenger window and it slowly slid down, the driver leaning toward it. She was wearing a strange pink thing on her head, the fabric secured beneath her chin with velcro. On the top was something resembling a tentacle, though it was different. I felt as if I knew what it was, but my feverish brain couldn’t quite place it.
She tilted her head down to peer at us over her sunglasses, yelling to be heard over the loud music pumping through the car. “You Dia?”
“I can’t hear you!” She yelled back.
Shaking her head, the driver flicked the volume dial and repeated the question.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Cool, I’m Kelso. Hop in and let’s go for a ride,” she grinned, rubbing her hands together like some kind of anime villain.
Dia sent me a concerned look as she helped me into the backseat, though I wasn’t sure if it was because of my illness or because our driver might be certifiably insane. The cold air of the ac felt good against my heated skin and I sighed softly, resting my head against the glass.
The car was quiet at first, broken only by the soft music playing in the background.
“Hey, you know sharks don’t have any bones?”
“I – huh?” Dia looked at the woman, startled.
“Yeah and don’t say their teeth, either, because that shit is calcium, not bone.”
“Sure…”
The song changed and Dia gasped. “Oh my god, I love Pentagon!”
“Really? Me too!” She grinned, turning in her seat so that she was half-facing us while still driving down the road. “Who’s your favorite member?”
Dia didn’t seem to notice that our driver was no longer looking at the road despite driving at such a high speed. “I love Jinho.”
“My bias is Wooseok.”
My wide eyes stared forward as cars and buildings zoomed past us. My heart was racing in my chest, and my head seeming to throb in tandem with it. I looked at Dia in horror, trying to get her attention but my voice seemed to have left me. When I turned back to the front, there was a woman relaxing on the hood, not seeming the least bit bothered by the high speed at which we were traveling.
She slowly turned her head, smiling warmly at me when our eyes met, but it quickly fell into a worried frown. “You don’t look so good, hun.” Despite being on the outside of the vehicle, it sounded as if she was talking from right in front of me.
“I…” My voice was scratchy and I ended up coughing a few times before I could speak again. “I think I’m dying…”
She chuckled softly, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You’re not dying. Not yet, anyway.”
“How are you on the hood of the car? How haven’t we crashed yet?” I glanced at Dia to find her still chatting animatedly with Kelso, but they weren’t making a sound. It was as if someone had pressed the mute button on them. “I’m so confused,” I groaned, resting my face in my hands. All I wanted was to be back in Ryu’s arms, but he would be gone for a while.
My heart clenched painfully at the thought, tears stinging at my eyes.
“Don’t cry,” said the woman, her voice soft and comforting. “Everything will be alright, I promise.”
Maybe she was right, but at that moment, it felt like everything was collapsing in on me.
“Rest,” she ordered.
Warmth spread throughout my body, my eyes growing heavy. I shook my head, trying to keep them open but I wasn’t strong enough. Before I knew it, darkness had claimed me.
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I tugged the comforter tighter around my body, feeling as if I was freezing. It wasn’t even cold outside and the AC certainly wasn’t on, yet my body refused to warm up. What in the world is happening to me? I rarely get sick and it usually knocks me on my ass when I finally do but shit. It feels as if I’ve been sick for weeks, though I know it’s only been a few days.
I wasn’t feeling quite as bad as I had been yesterday, so that’s an improvement, I guess. I felt exhausted and barely got two hours of sleep last night, yet sleep seemed to be running away from me.
With a sigh, I rolled over so I could grab my phone off the bedside table. I was hoping to have a message from Ryu to lift my spirits, but he still hadn’t replied to my last message. I knew he was busy but, already feeling so shitty, it hit me harder than it should have.
I pulled up Google, contemplating my next action for a moment before deciding to search for my symptoms. If I knew exactly what I had whether that be the cold, the flu, or something else entirely, then I could take the proper medication and finally recover from this shit. Regular cold meds and painkillers don’t seem to be cutting it.
After inputting all of my symptoms and the time frame into Google, I skimmed through most of the results because my head was still hurting and my vision slightly blurry, but most of the links I clicked all said the same shit – you’re probably going to die.
No fucking shit. Were all gonna die eventually. I groaned in frustration, throwing my phone onto the bedside table. As if disturbed by the sudden noise, Kazu came running into the room, tail straight up in alert.
“I’m still alive,” I grunted. “Barely.”
“Mrow~” He jumped up onto the bed, looking at me expectantly.
“What?”
“Mrow~“
“I don’t speak cat.”
He blinked at me and I blinked back. After staring at each other for several minutes, he hopped up onto the bed, flopping down against my side. I slowly turned, throwing my arms around him in an attempt to cuddle. I figured he was going to run away because Ryu was the only one who could get away with cuddling him.
He didn’t, though, allowing me to hold him against my chest. I buried my face in his soft fur, wishing that I would stop feeling like the damn walking dead. More than anything, I wished Ryu was here. Maybe I was being clingy but I missed him something terrible, my heart aching.
I heard the front door open, Kazu’s ear flicking to indicate that he heard it, too. Dia appeared at the door of my bedroom a minute later. “Morning. Feeling any better?”
“If by better you mean death then yes.”
She frowned, touching my forehead with her hand. “That fever is being really persistent… I think you should go to the doctor.”
“Doctors are expensive,” I muttered.
“You’re dating a celebrity, I think you can afford to see a doctor when you’re sick.”
I shook my head, frowning at her. “It’s his money, not mine.”
“You’re supposed to share things in a relationship.”
“Don’t care. I refuse to use his money. Besides, if I ignore it long enough, it’ll give up and go away.”
She sighed deeply, bringing her hand to her face. “Are you hungry?”
My stomach twisted painfully at the thought of food, my nose wrinkling. “No.”
“You have to eat if you want to get better, you know.”
“I ate last night.”
“Half a slice of bed is hardly nutritious.”
“I’m fine, mom.”
“I’m just worried about you,” she frowned. “Have you even told Ryu-san?”
“Of course not!” I replied quickly, scowling at her. “And I’m not going to. As far as he’s concerned, this never happened.”
“Don’t you think he’d want to know?”
“Of course, he would, but I know him. He’ll obsess over it and worry himself into the ground. He needs to focus on his group, not me. There’s nothing he can do for me so there’s no point telling him.”
She clearly didn’t agree, making me narrow my eyes at her.
“If you tell him, I will steal all your K-pop albums and sell them for one penny outside of Seiyu!”
She gasped dramatically, hands coming up to cover her mouth. “You wouldn’t dare…”
“Try me.”
“Fine,” Dia huffed, putting her hand on her hip. “Do you need anything before I head to work?”
“Can you get me a Dr. Pepper from the fridge?”
Without a word, she left the room, returning a minute later with a bottle of water.
“That’s not Dr. Pepper,” I scowled.
“You shouldn’t be drinking soda while you’re sick. Drink water so you hydrate, not diedrate.”
I scoffed in annoyance, knowing she was right but refusing to admit it.
She set the bottle on the nightstand, giving me a smile. “I’m off, then. Call me if you need me and get some rest. Don’t do anything stupid.”
I watched as she disappeared from the room, listening to the sound of her footsteps fading as she headed for the door. The hinges squeaked when she opened it, squeaking again when she closed it.
I don’t want to rest, I’ve been doing nothing but resting for ages and I’m starting to go stir crazy. I pressed a kiss to the top of Kazu’s head before slowly crawling out of bed, taking a moment to regain my sense of balance. “Kazu, don’t tell Dia.”
He tilted his head back, staring at me with narrowed eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to say he disapproved of my actions or if he just didn’t give enough fucks to tell her even if he could talk.
After making sure Kazu had food in his bowl, I grabbed a Dr. Pepper from the fridge and curled up on the couch to watch some Netflix. I hoped it would distract me from everything or ease my stir craziness, at the very least. Kazu hopped up into the recliner, crossing one paw over the other before resting his head atop them, large blue eyes staring straight at me.
It was only slightly unnerving.
“I’m not just gonna, like, keel over and die ya know,” I scowled at him, earning just a blink in reply. I really wanted to watch The Worst again, but I knew it would only make me long for Ryu more so I chose a funny movie instead. Thank god Deadpool is available in Japan. It’s easily one of my comfort movies and I love Ryan Reynolds so much.
Man, I’d kill to be able to eat some popcorn right now, but the thought of it had my stomach doing painful flips. I scowled, patting my belly. “Relax, ho. I’m not gonna feed you so chill out.”
About halfway through the movie, I felt my eyelids growing heavier but I fought to stay awake. I was tired of sleeping, I just wanted to watch Deadpool and laugh my troubles away! I slapped my cheeks, shaking my head to try and wake myself up and it worked… for about twenty minutes.
Maybe if I just rest my eyes for a few minutes, it’ll help. Yeah, that’s right. I’m just… resting my eyes…
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The feeling of being lifted startled me awake, my eyes snapping open and my limbs flailing in panic.
“Calm down, it’s just me.”
I blinked dumbly, slowly lifting my gaze to meet Ryu’s. “You’re not supposed to be here… am I hallucinating again?”
“Again?” He frowned at me, his jaw tense. He didn’t say another word as he carried me to the bedroom, setting me gently down on the bed. “Do not get out of this bed.”
I frowned at him, not used to hearing him sound or look so annoyed. My eyes followed him until he was out of sight and I heard the front door open and close loudly, making me wince. Ryu was always so patient and kind, even when someone was trying to rile him up. He playfully gets mad with his members, but it’s nothing serious.
Seeing him act this way now… I knew I had fucked up royally. Tears stung at my eyes but I blinked them back, sniffling loudly as I reached for a tissue to blow my nose. God, I bet I look like an absolute mess.
I’ve always been self-conscious around him because he’s just so beautiful and I know I don’t deserve him, but my insecurities have, for the most part, stayed hidden in a dark corner of my mind. He made me feel loved and accepted, seeming to crush those negative thoughts every time they tried to crawl out into the light.
Now, though, I was completely overwhelmed. My body was at its limit and it was affecting my mind, as well. I felt weak and pathetic, like a burden on Ryu who had raced home to help me because I couldn’t help myself. Was he going to get into trouble for this? Would he lose his spot on The Rampage?
He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest and jaw clenched. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I didn’t want to bother you -“
“Bother me?” He echoed in disbelief. “Do you even consider me your boyfriend?”
“What? Of course, I -“
“You never tell me anything. You’re always hiding your feelings, hiding when you’re sick. Don’t you trust me?” He shook his head, brow furrowed in frustration. “Do you not want to be with me?”
The question was enough to finally break me and send tears rolling down my cheeks. He looked at me with a startled expression, body tense as he pushed away from the doorframe.
I quickly rolled over to face the wall, biting my lip to try and muffle my sobs. I tried so hard to stop crying but, as always, my body refused to obey.
The side of the bed dipped, his warm hand on my back. “Please don’t cry… I’m sorry.”
I was the one who fucked up but he is apologizing? Goddamn it.
“Hey,” he called softly, trying to roll me over to face him but I refused, shaking my head. Instead of forcing me, he slid in behind me until his warm chest was against my back, arms wrapped protectively around me. “It’s okay, darling. I’m right here.”
His words only made me cry harder, fists clenching around the sheets. I was a fucking mess and I hated showing this side of myself to him. He was patient with me, though, whispering comforting words to me and rubbing my arm to try and calm me down. It took a while, but I guess I finally ran out of tears.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and throat sore. My eyes felt puffy and there was a wet spot on my pillow from all the tears I had shed. “I… I should have told you, I just… I don’t want to, to ruin your career…”
“That won’t happen,” he assured me, trying to roll me toward him again. This time, I allowed it, not having the strength to fight back. His brown eyes met mine, swimming with love and warmth. He cupped my cheek, thumb brushing away the remnants of my tears. “I thought my heart stopped when Dia called me.”
“I told her not to,” I muttered, focusing my eyes on his necklace, unable to hold his gaze.
“I’m glad she did. You’ve been suffering alone for days,” he frowned, reaching down to press a kiss to my forehead. “You still have a fever.”
I pushed at his chest while simultaneously trying to sink into the mattress. “You’re going to get sick!”
He chuckled, taking my hand and pressing it over his heart. The steady beat was comforting. “I’m not leaving your side until you’re better.”
“But The Rampage -“
“Sends there get well soon wishes. I can’t promise Likiya-san and Zin-san won’t scold you when they see you next,” he smiled, pressing another kiss to my forehead before standing up. He started to leave the room but paused, sending me a stern look. “Don’t you dare move.”
While he was gone, I sat up to grab some tissues to wipe away my tears and blow my nose in an attempt to look a little less like a bog witch. I doubt it helped much, but he didn’t seem to care as he returned with my favorite Halloween mug, steam rising from it.
Ryu sat on the side of the bed, careful not to spill it. “Drink this, it’ll help.”
I tried to sniff the air but I couldn’t smell anything. I eyed it wearily. “What is it?”
“Ginger tea. My lola used to make it for me every time I got sick. She swears by it so she made sure to teach me how to make it.”
I was a picky eater, so trying new things always made me feel weary. I trust Ryu, though, so I took the mug from him and gave it a careful sip. It filled my body with warmth, tasting slightly spicy. Not like chili pepper spicy but more like… herbal spicy.
“It’s good,” I murmured, closing my eyes as I drank more of it. My throat was already beginning to feel less scratchy and sore.
“I’m guessing you haven’t eaten, either?”
“Define eaten.”
He held back a sigh, running a hand through his hair to compose himself. “I’ll make you some Lugaw.”
“Lu what now?”
“Lugaw,” he repeated with a chuckle. “My lola always told me that it has healing properties and it always made me feel better as a kid. I… don’t know if I can make it correctly, but I’m going to try.”
“I bet it’s going to taste amazing,” I assured him, reaching out for his hand. “You’ll put Gordon Ramsay to shame.”
His cheeks tinted, a goofy smile on his lips, and his eyes lighting up. “Thank you. I’ll do my best.”
When he stood up, I tried to follow only for him to click his tongue.
“No, you need to rest.”
“I’ve done nothing but rest,” I scowled. “I want to watch you cook. It calms me.”
He seemed to consider it for a moment before nodding and holding out his hand to help me up. His arm remained around my body as we headed to the kitchen and he didn’t leave my side until I was safely on the chair. Watching him truly did make me feel calm, along with the beverage that I was drinking.
I felt a tiny bit better already. Maybe his grandma is really onto something with these home remedies. “How long are you staying?”
He hummed as he cut up more ginger. “I told you, I’m not leaving until you get better.”
“And I told you, the longer you’re around me, the higher the risk of you getting sick. You’re already missing work because of me. If you get sick, you’ll miss even more. What if they fire you?”
“I promise you, that’s not going to happen.” Ryu sent me a reassuring smile but I didn’t feel very reassured at all. “Our managers were very understanding when I told them.”
I slid down in my chair, setting the empty cup on the table. “You could still get sick and spread it to the other members.”
“I won’t get sick.”
“How can you be sure of that?”
“Because I have a phenomenal immune system,” he grinned, making me scoff.
“What was that you said to me? ‘Famous last words,’ was it?”
“Except I’m not going outside in the winter without a coat only to be caught in the rain.”
I opened my mouth to reply only to scowl, realizing he was right. “Wipe that grin off your face, Ata Ryutaro.”
“Yes, darling,” he chuckled, returning to the task at hand.
I tried to ignore the fluttering in my chest and the warmth at the tips of my ears when he called me that. I adored it when he called me darling, but it wasn’t something he said often, especially not in public.
I couldn’t find the smile that came to my lips. I truly was the luckiest human on earth. “Hey, Ryu?”
“Yes?” He paused what he was doing to look at me. “Do you want some more tea?”
I shook my head. “I just wanted to thank you. You really are an amazing boyfriend.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” he mumbled, hiding his face from me.
“I love you.”
His eyes met mine, filled with love and warmth. “I love you, too.”
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I stretched my arms over my head, smiling as I breathed in the fresh air of the morning. After a couple of days under Ryu’s care, I was nearly back to my old self, though my body was still a bit achy. At least I could breathe properly now and the room didn’t spin when I got up too quickly.
The time spent with him was a nice bonus, too. I never wanted this to end, but I knew he had to be getting back to work. With one last look at the cloudy sky, I headed back inside to wake up Ryu. Just as I reached the door, I heard a sneeze from the other side followed by a soft groan.
I pushed the door open with a frown, taking in the appearance of my boyfriend. He still looked tired, his brown eyes lacking their usual luster. He seemed pale, too. “Babe, you okay?”
He smiled at me but it was obviously forced. “I’m fine.”
“You just sneezed.”
He seemed embarrassed that I had heard him. Before he could reply, though, another sneeze ripped from him, followed by a groan as he clutched his head. Rather than deny the obvious, he just pouted at me.
I hummed, approaching the bed so I could take his face between my hands. I could feel how warm he was before my forehead even met his. “You’ve got a fever.”
His fingers curled around my wrist, lips brushing against my own when he spoke. “I think I caught your flu…”
“Yeah? What happened to that phenomenal immune system of yours, hm?” I teased softly, brushing the hair from his face.
“You’re really going to tease me when I feel this bad?”
“Sorry, baby,” I chuckled, pressing a kiss to his lips. When I tried to pull away, he chased me with a whine. I chuckled, knowing how clingy and whiny he could get when he was sick. “Well, on the bright side, I get to return the favor and nurse you back to health.”
“‘M sorry,” he mumbled as he laid back down. “Will you stay with me?”
“You don’t even have to ask.” I slid in next to him and he slotted his body against mine, face buried in my neck as his limbs wrapped around me. I hummed softly, running my hands through his hair until his breathing evened out.
Maybe this makes me a bad person, but… I’m kind of happy that he caught my flu. God, I sound like such a bitch thinking that way, especially since I knew he was going to be feeling miserable, but I do love being able to take care of him. Despite being younger than me, he’s always been the caretaker in the relationship, going out of his way to accommodate me and my needs. It feels nice to be able to take care of him for a change, to have him rely on me.
His phone vibrated on the bedside table and I cursed softly, reaching my arm behind me to try and grab it. It was not comfortable at all but his limbs were like chains around my body, holding me in place so I couldn’t really move. I’m not entirely sure how I did it, but I managed to grab a hold of his phone, answering it without much thought so it wouldn’t wake him up.
“Hello?” I spoke softly, not wanting to disturb his sleep.
Zin said my name in surprise. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling great, actually. Ryu is a really good nurse.”
“That’s good to hear. Why are you whispering, though?”
“He’s asleep and I don’t want to wake him up.”
There was a moment of silence and then a deep sigh on the other end of the line. “He’s sick, isn’t he?”
“Um… kind of?” I replied sheepishly. “I’m really sorry, Zin-san. I tried to get him to leave but you know how stubborn he is…”
Zin chuckled. “Yeah, I know. No need to apologize.”
There was muffled talking in the background before the phone shifted to Likiya. “Hey, little one. You feeling better?”
“I’m doing great, Likiya-chan, but Ryu caught my flu, I think.”
“I figured he would,” he replied with a laugh. “Listen, we’ll be there soon but don’t tell Ryu.”
“Eh?” I replied louder than intended, making Ryu mumble and squeeze himself closer to me. “You’re coming here? What for?”
“We wanted to check on you and cheer you up, but I suppose we’ll be doing that for Ryu now.”
“But all of you are going to get sick, too,” I frowned.
“Don’t worry about us, little one, just worry about taking care of our Ryu. See you soon.”
I blinked dumbly as the sound of the dial tone filled my ear. Do these boys have no self-preservation at all? They’re skipping work to come here and risking getting sick in the process, thus keeping them out of work even longer. I sighed deeply, setting the phone down on the bed.
Something tells me this isn’t going to end well. The Rampage is known for having only one brain cell combined and stuffing them all into our small apartment with a sick Ryu and an introverted Kazu? What the hell could possibly go wrong?
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I stepped outside, hands stuffed into the pocket of Ryu’s hoodie as I glanced around. Likiya had messaged me a few minutes ago saying that they were about ten minutes away from the apartment so I figured I’d come out and meet them. A few of my neighbors aren’t very fond of strangers in the building and these guys would no doubt be loud on their way up. I also didn’t have much faith that they wouldn’t go to the wrong apartment despite knowing where we lived.
A familiar-looking black car pulled up to the curb and Dia stepped out of the back, looking annoyed. The driver was Kelso again and she, too, looked annoyed as she jumped out of the car, eyes narrowed at Dia. She was still wearing that ridiculous hat which I now realized was Buu from the Dragonball series.
“Go away!” Dia scowled, folding her arms over her chest. “I already told you, I’m not buying your fake CDs!”
“How dare you! They’re not fake, they’re economic,” defended Kelso with a huff.
“They’re fake and you should be in jail!”
“Jokes on you, I was just released from jail!”
I watched the two of them argue back and forth, unsure of how to proceed. Do I try to break it up? That sounded like more effort than I was willing to spare, especially since I needed to be at full battery to deal with the storm that is the Rampage.
Speak of the devil…
Two tan vans pulled up to the curb behind the black car. The sliding door on the first van opened up before it even came to a stop, Shohei jumped out of the vehicle with a grin as he cried out my name. I had no time to prepare myself before his body barreled into my own, arms so tight around me that it knocked the air from my lungs.
“Nee-chan~” he sang with a grin. “I missed you~”
Likiya rushed over with a scowl. “Put her down, Shohei! She just recovered from being really sick!”
He pouted at being scolded before doing as he was told, putting me back on the ground.
I sucked in some air, resisting the urge to cough as I patted his shoulder. “Good to see you, too, Sho-chan.”
“How are you?” asked Likiya softly, holding out his arms for a hug. It was much softer than the one Shohei had given.
“I’m doing well. Wish I could say the same for Ryu.”
“Don’t worry, he’ll be better in no time,” he reassured me, giving me a gentle squeeze before pulling away.
I realized the arguing had stopped and I glanced over at the two women, both of whom were staring at the men with wide eyes. Dia’s eyes were trained on Makoto while Kelso’s were trained on Takuma. The scene behind them changed to pink, sparkles and roses appearing around their heads as hearts appeared in their eyes.
Shit, am I hallucinating again? I quickly shook my head, rubbing at my eyes before looking at them again. They were just standing there staring at the men, no sparkles in sight.
“You okay?” Kazuma patted my arm, tilting his head to the side. Hokuto was beside him, sending me a concerned look.
“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” frowned Hokuto, reaching forward to feel my forehead. “You’re not warm, that’s good.”
“Sorry, I just zoned out, that’s all. Why don’t we all go inside? It’s getting colder out here.”
Shohei and Kenta didn’t need to be told twice as they darted into the building, followed by Zin who was trying to wrangle them in. The rest slowly filtered inside and I noticed the two girls following as if being pulled by an invisible stream tied to their bias.
Rui was the last one outside, getting a bag from the van. As he turned toward me, I noticed the woman from the car sitting on top of the van. Just like the other two, there were sparkles and roses around her head as she stared at Rui, hearts in her eyes.
“So dreamy~” she sighed, grinning like a fool.
Rui blinked, looking at me. “Did you say something, nee-san?”
“You heard that, too?”
“Yes.”
My eyes widened at the woman. Was she not a hallucination, after all? I quickly waved at him. “Come on, Rui, let’s get inside! I think the cold is getting to our brains.”
The woman looked up, winking at me before disappearing before my eyes.
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#sicktember#sicktember2023#the rampage#fanfiction#the rampage fanfiction#the rampage ryu#creative writing#Rains ficography
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I sent this before we stopped blurbs but wanted ti send again since we’re doing them again
Cowboy!eddie, ice cream, smut <3
Your tongue striped down the side of the waffle cone, catching the melting ice cream that dripped down the side. "Mmm, can't believe you got chocolate." You hummed.
Eddie's eyes trained on you, hands gripping his own cone so tightly he was surprised the shell hadn't shattered in his hands. Your tongue swirled around the creamy ice cream, licking the excess off your lips. Oh, you were gonna be the death of him, Eddie was sure of it.
"Chocolate's a good flavor, darlin'." Eddie said, swallowing around the growing lump in his throat.
"Yeah, it's what everyone gets." You giggled, bumping his hip playfully with yours. "Shoulda got something fun."
Eddie snorted, reaching out to open your door. "Yeah? Like what, birthday cake?" He teased, looking down at your sprinkle coated cone.
"The best flavor." You chirped, pressing a sweet, sticky peck to his lips before climbing in.
Eddie grinned, licking the sweet, creamy residue off his mouth, adjusting the growing bulge in his jeans. He slid into the truck, looking over at you. The way your eyes batted, tongue swirling over the tip of the ice cream, he thought for a moment that you might have been doing it innocently. Until you let out a little whine, trapped behind closed teeth, eyes fluttering shut.
You knew exactly what you were doing to him.
Eddie contemplated ignoring you for a moment, seeing how far you'd take it.
"Ed," You slid over to the middle of the bench, thighs touching. One hand on the wheel, the other holding his own cone. "It's gonna melt." You giggled.
Eddie started to reply, looking over for a second, then doubling back again. You leaned over, tongue flat, licking down the side of his own cone catching the dribble of the chocolate ice cream. Your eyes stayed on his, the tip of your tongue barely touching his hand before you swallowed.
Eddie couldn't keep his composure any longer.
He tossed his own cone out of the window, turning back to you wide dark eyes. "Christ almighty, do you know what you're doin' to me?"
You blinked at him innocently. "What Ed?" You hummed, batting your eyes at him. You rolled down the window, tossing out your own finished cone. "Just enjoying my ice cream."
Eddie huffed, a half lipped smile curling on his face. "I'll give you somethin' else to enjoy, baby." He growled.
You laughed, cringing gently at the clicheness of his words, but you let him work his buckle open, one hand gripped on the wheel while he shoved his tight wranglers open for you.
"Fuck, sweet girl, juuustttttt like that." Eddie groaned, feeling your delicious mouth on his cock, slowly bobbing up and down through hollowed cheeks.
You pulled back, swirling your tongue all around the tip of his leaking cock just like you did your ice cream, feeling it jump in your mouth at your touch. You trailed gently down the side, following the thick vein that had Eddie groaning, his free hand wrapped in your hair. He was cruising at a slow speed down the one lane road back to the ranch, enjoying how you were working his cock, slurping and swallowing it like your life depended on it.
"I'm gonna, oh fuck, darlin' you keep doin' that... I'm gonna-" The small whine that left his lips, hips bucking and making you gag, was enough to have you sucking him furiously, your own hand jerking the rest of him into your mouth.
Eddie's shuddered breaths, stuttered praises filled the car, his hands gripping in your hair while he spilled down your throat. You waited until his cock stopped sputtering, swirling around the sensitive head once more to make him shudder, pulling off him with a satisfied pop! and a grin.
Eddie's chest heaved, half lidded and dazed when he looked at you. "Goddam, baby." Eddie smirked. "Gonna have to start takin' you out for a treat more often if you always do that." He grinned, open palm twisting the wheel to pull down the gravel road of the ranch.
You smiled, nuzzling into the scruff of his cheek before laying your head on his shoulder. Eddie pressed a kiss to your head, shoving the gear into park, before he looked down at you.
"Think it's your turn now?" He asked.
"I think so." You chirped. "Think I deserve a treat now."
Eddie grinned, pushing the door open and extending a hand to help you out. He didn't even take you into the house. No, he knelt to his knees on the porch, pushing you onto the porch swing and throwing your knees over his shoulder, lapping and licking and teasing at your pussy until you were shaking from his touch.
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I will always come home to you☁️
Pairing: Peter Parker x Female! Reader
Word count: 960
Summary: After a hard day of saving lives, Peter just wants to bask in your touch
Warning: I guess slight inappropriate touching
Requests are always open!
Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️
( Finally posting after i’ve finished exams♥️)
(Y/n's P.O.V)
“s-sh*t”
Slightly opening an eye, I heard something bang against my window, looking over to my alarm to see the numbers 03:00AM displayed in red.
Turning my body over in my bed I looked over towards over my window, to see Peter, the poor boy's face smushed into the closed window.
Feeling myself sigh out of exhaustion I threw the covers off my legs and walked over to the window.
“Wrong Window dipsh*t I clearly left the other one open for you for a reason” I said helping him in through the other window frame, his suit clearly having gone through mud.
“I-I know I was just in a rush babe, jus' wanted to see you” He replied shyly, rubbing the back of his neck with his mask in his hand. My heart warmed at the sight of him, putting my hand through his soft hair I dragged him into my bathroom.
“Alright suit off mister, you know the drill” I said grabbing a rag from the drawers and wetting it.
“Jeez Y/n, i’m only in the window, if you wanted to get frisky you shoulda just told me” He smirked, pulling the tight skin suit off, leaving him just in his boxers.
“Keep it in your pants spiderboy, let me get this mud off you first, how did it even get through your suit?” I said grabbing his arm and started to scrub at his biceps, his eyes trained onto my face.
“Listen babe, it was a whole thing, i’ll just tell you about it tomorrow. Tonight is just about us” He whispered, grabbing my hand from his arm and pushing his soft lips onto mine. All thoughts instantly left my head as felt as if I was on cloud 9.
“ You are so horny and cheesy at night” I said pulling away, our lips barely just brushing.
“Yeah? Well I can’t help it” He said pushing his lips to mine for another kiss, now just pulling me onto his lap, one hand cupping my face whilst the other lay at the bottom of my back.
Holding his face between my hands, I peered into his eyes after the kiss, the comforting silence surrounding us.
“Let me finish cleaning you up and then we’ll head to bed alright?” I whispered with my forehead against his.
“i’m all yours” He replied, pushing his lips to my cheek for one final kiss.
Starting to stand up again, I felt his arms pull me back down again, “sure clean me up, but you’re staying where you are”
Laughing slightly at his clinginess, I dipped the rag into more hot water before running it over his chest, his collarbones and his other bicep. Obviously copping a few feels along the way, counting each mole or freckle I saw, which somehow made him even more beautiful.
“You done yet? you’ve been rubbing the same places for the past 15 minutes” He said with a smug tone, cocking his head to the side.
“And I thought you liked when I touched you” I said finally getting up, “I never said that I didn’t like it” He replied walking closer to me as I backed up.
Caging me against the cold bathroom wall, his nose brushed mine and before he could do anything else, I ducked under his arm quickly running into my bedroom with him hot on my heels.
“You’re fast, but i’m faster babe” He said pulling me back against his chest with his arms around my waist, his face nuzzling into my neck.
“Alright alright, let me just go and get your sweatpants from the dryer. I’ll be two minutes tops”
(Time Skip To Y/n's Return)
Handing Peter his sweatpants, I returned to my bed pulling the covers back and settling myself into the mattress. Not even a few seconds later Peter had followed me in, his arms instantly searching for my body, before turning me around to face him.
“What are you doing now huh?”
“This”
Without another word, he ducked his head down and pushed his lips to mine, exploring my mouth with his. Whimpers leaving mine and his mouth, my hands going around his neck to play with the hair at the back of his neck.
Pulling away slowly, he pulled me back in for a smaller kiss at the corner of my mouth, he smiled at me then he kissed my forehead.
“God, I love you so much Y/n L/n”
“I guess I am that likeable” I replied playfully,
when suddenly his hand that was cupping my face went down towards my ass, stopping right above the band of my thong; before I knew it he had pulled the elastic up before letting it go, smacking me hard in the process.
“Awk come on now Y/n, you know what I wanna hear?”
“Yeah I love you too Peter” I said my face now a darker shade of red, his hands now pushing the hair out of my face, the moonlight illuminating his face.
“What’s got you so handsy tonight?” I asked, mindlessly drawing shapes on his bicep as his eyes stayed on mine.
“The truth?”
“Yeah”
“I almost lost you today, by losing myself” He said tracing my features.
“what? what do you mean?”
“I uh, I got into a bit of a situation luckily I had some help nearby so it’s all sorted now, it’s nothing to worry about. But in that moment of helplessness, instead of worrying about myself, all I could think about was you Y/n. Just you. How hurt you’d be, how id be leaving you alone and how i would never get to see you again. That’s why i’m promising you right here right now, i’ll always come home to you”
#x reader#marvel#spiderman#peter parker#peter parker x reader#spiderman fanfiction#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker imagine
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Seven Snips, Seven people
I was tagged by @mrbexwrites and you can see her post here.
How-to: Post seven Snippets, from different stories or the same, it's up to you. Tag seven people to play next.
Gently tagging: @sleepyowlwrites, @roselinbooks-official, @merriweather-the-un-merri-writer, @whicheverwarrior, @isabellebissonrouthier, @sky-jump, and @sarahlizziewrites, and an open tag for anyone that wants to join in.
Snips are below the cut. I put a special excerpt for the 7th one :)
Enjoy! :D
Part of the opening scene from The Quiet Forest (cw mild violence):
Runnicka hated this game he played. He always waited for her to strike first. So that’s exactly what she was going to do. She swung her sword wide, baiting him to block it. Before their blades connected, she pulled hers back, letting Zharan overshoot.
Thump. Another point for her. Her heart raced as she tied the score again. She exhaled. Now was not the time to lose focus.
But something changed as they stepped back from each other. Zharan smirked and his stance deepened, like he was about to launch himself toward her. That smug smile was unnerving, but she had to keep the pressure on. She started forward with the tip of her blade then retreated, hoping to trick him into the offensive again. It worked, but he attacked faster than she anticipated. Runnicka swung her sword, aiming for his chest, but he ducked under the clumsy attack. He stood inches away from Runnicka as her sword passed over him. Her jaw slammed shut and her head snapped back as Zharan hit her with an uppercut on the chin. She hit the ground, clutching her jaw and gasping for air. A leather-guarded sword tip touched her neck.
2. Later scene from The Quiet Forest (cw mild violence):
“Are we safe?” She asked between heaving breaths, slowing her run.
“I think we did it, for now.” Xaerena was just as winded.
They got low in the grass to conceal themselves, watching behind them as they caught their breath and massaged their calves. They had no weapons, no supplies, and no map. Soon they were moving again, staying low in what little cover they had. Xaerena crept behind her, her footsteps soft but audible.
“Wait, did you hear that?” asked Runnicka. She paused and so did Xaerena. The footsteps continued from behind them. Her eyes widened. “Xaerena, run!”
Runnicka started forward but was jerked backward when a strong hand grabbed her collar. The fabric of her shirt ripped a little from the force. Two hunters tackled Xaerena to the ground. She went limp on the impact.
“Xaerena!”
A jolt of fear went through Runnicka. It was the last thing she remembered before being hit over the head.
3. Part of the opening scene from Copper Frames (no cw):
She pulled on the bronze handle of the front door. The satisfying pops and whooshes of letter pods in the pneumatic tubes sounded off around the room as they went to and from their destinations. The glass tubes lined the walls and ceiling of the large open room. In one tube a pod was caught, and a trained rat scurried through the tube to dislodge it while the handler waited at the maintenance hatch.
People lined up in the centre of the room following the painted lines on the floor, called over one by one to each open clerk. Amelia shuffled forward after the person in front of her, watching the lightning fast letters fly past.
4. Later scene from Copper Frames (cw kink/bdsm mention):
“I’ve only had this rash for a few weeks,” said Oleksandra, stilling herself. “I knew I shoulda asked that guy if he was clean.”
“Clean? As in if he had any STIs?”
“Yeah, exactly,” she said. "Said the bruises were from some BDSM party he went to. Bastard."
5. Scene from a portal fantasy flash fiction I wrote three years ago (and have yet to edit). These characters are goblins btw. Kings of Nothing (no cw):
He rolled up his sleeve, uncovering his bracer. The iron ball bearing he touched was warm, ready to release a portal into his world. He moved the gears within the bracer in a specific way. His muscle memory could still recall the movements he’d made when he opened the portal that released the demon. Each portal was a unique sequence of movements. Most of them he’d forgotten, but that was one he would never forget.
He tried something similar to what he’d done the night before, but a little different. An orange portal opened before him in the dark of the cave. The light was bright and hurt his eyes when it appeared. He squinted and stepped through. Behind him the sound of feet running on stone approached him. Dega was about to close the portal when his neighbour, Tul, lunged through the portal, reaching for the bracer.
6. Scene from my short story The Diver (on AO3!) (cw blood, thalassophobia, shark attack)
The two divers behind her shrieked, rushing past her on their way out. As Andi turned to see what had made them flee, something cut her arm. She clutched the wound and faced her attacker. She could hardly process what she was looking at.
It was a creature the size of one of her chickens. It had human like arms clutching a tiny polearm, the length of a kitchen knife. Its bottom half was dolphin-like, but it was covered in scales. Seaweed-like tendrils floated around its horrible face. It bared its teeth and threatened to cut Andi a second time before she fled the wreck after them. In front of her, the other two divers were leaving thin trails of blood as they made for their diving bells.
One of the sharks turned rapidly, aiming towards a bleeding diver. It bit into his side and he thrashed until he went limp. Andi’s eyes went wide.
7. Finally, I've decided to include a very, very rough (outlined, not even really drafted) excerpt from a non-fiction I'm writing, which is an ADHD cookbook! Technically a story if you read between the lines XD (no cw):
Kitchen Cleaning/Organizing Tips
Do some dishes in the time between steps
Put thing where you’re going to use them (hot plates by the counter, knives by the cutting board, spices by the stove, vegetables in the door of the fridge so they go bad less often)
Meal prep doesn’t have to be entire meals. Pick a day you have the energy to make a large batch of something – boiled eggs, grated cheese, cooked chicken, etc.
DO NOT substitute wax paper for parchment paper ever. Wax paper is not meant to be heated.
#my writing#excerpts#writing#writeblr#the quiet forest#copper frames#kings of nothing#the diver#adhd cookbook
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startin' from zero, got nothing to lose (II)
part i part ii
we start meeting the bar gang, eddie makes plays and likes boobies.
cw/tw: drinking, drug dealing, drug mention, alcohol mention. friends to lovers, bitchy mutual pining. original female character, the sweetest eddie munson i've ever written. eddie munson takes on nyc.
“Rhonda. Darling . Light. Of. My. LIFE!” Tony walked towards them from the back, letting a word out with each step. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her to face him, “Please don’t bully the new hookup, you’re being a huge buzzkill.”
Disgust contorted her face and she looked over at Eddie, “This clown?”
Disgust contorted her face and she looked over at Eddie, “This clown?”
“Yeah, that clown – Look, can you just, I don’t know, chill out? Can you just try to be a nice person?” he asked. He took the shot still in her hand and immediately downed it, “Thanks!”
“That wasn’t for…Whatever, I’m gonna go have a cigarette,” Rhonda said, trying to collect herself. She maneuvered past Tony and around the bar, shaking a cigarette out of the box that was in her back pocket. Eddie watched her pat at her pockets, looking for her lighter, he instinctively reached for his own banged up Zippo.
“Here,” he handed it out to her. She took it apprehensively, lit up and passed it back to him.
“I’m Eddie, Eddie Munson,” he put the lighter back in his pocket. Rhonda looked at him pitifully and let out a cloud of smoke in his direction.
“I don’t care,” she said, and walked down the bar to the exit. He kept his eyes on her for a moment. Tony wasn’t wrong, she probably could deck him pretty hard. She was shorter than him, but broad shouldered with big hips and thighs, he’d describe her as sturdy. In his experience, sturdy people threw a mean punch.
“Ah, that Ron – ain’t she somethin’?” Tony said while Eddie took a seat back on the bar stool, “Kind of a bitch but -- charming as hell.”
“She’s… something ,” he said, a confused look on his face, “Charming? Eh. Terrifying, maybe.”
“Hey, I told ya not to let her catch you,” Tony explained, “Not my fault you got caught.”
“I thought Ron was a guy!” he justified, "You never said to look out for a walking Frazetta girl."
“Welp, you shoulda thought outside the box, Munson,” Tony shook his head, “But yeah, that’s my Ronnie.”
“Is she like that to everyone?” he asked.
“Oh yeah, she’s the meanest person I know,” he nodded, crossing his arms, “Just at the bar though. Little bleeding heart everywhere else.”
“Hm,” Eddie replied, reaching for his bag, “Well I can stay or head out, definitely already made out with enough of a cut for you and my guy so, just say the word.”
“No, no,” Tony said, coming around the bar and clapping a big hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “Stick around, kid. Have a drink, when Ron comes back I’ll just tell her to keep whatever you need comin’.”
Eddie gave Tony an apprehensive squint, “Okay, you’re right. Hey, Deb?!” He called down the bar.
A small bleach blonde on the other end turned her head, “Yeah, Tone! Whaddaya want?!”
“Keep sending beers to my guy at the end over here!”
Tone took the vacant stool next to him and Deb walked over with two PBRs, “Can’t you have Ron do it?” she asked, cracking the cans open for them. “Hi, I’m Debbie, nice ta meet’chya,” she put out her hand and flashed Eddie a smile. Her teeth were bright white against her blood red lipstick. Eddie took her hand and kissed it, little blonde Elvira type. Just a little spooky, he liked that.
“Eddie,” he said. She winked at him, his mouth went dry again. He took a sip of the beer after she placed it in front of him. ‘ How does he work like this? ’ he thought, he could barely mop a floor at Gleason’s when the women were training, how did Tony run a business with babes everywhere?
“Well Ed, welcome 'ta Skid,” her voice was nasally, but endearing, “Tony, I’m making big tips over there why can’t Ron stay on this side?”
“Rhonda’s in a bad mood with me,” Tone confessed with a dramatic pout, “C’mon, just be a doll and stay.”
Debbie rolled her eyes, a smirk on her lips, “When is Ronnie in a good mood with you?” Tony shrugged, and Deb surveyed her new section of the bar, good enough , she guessed.
“Awl- right , I’ll stick around over here, you’re lucky this new guy is cute,” she said, nodding her head over to Eddie. He nervously played with his rings, a smile breaking out over his face. Rhonda bustled back past them, cold air and the scent of tobacco rushing past with her.
Debbie popped her gum, “We’re switchin’.” Ron scoffed and looked at Tony and he waved her further down the bar.
“You’re kidding,” she was smiling, but it was clear she was annoyed, “‘Cause I was mean to your buddy?”
“We got a full bar Rhonda, just do your fuckin’ job,” he was exasperated.
“You got it, boss,” she said, putting her hands up to show she was done with the argument. Eddie looked her over again, the opening chords of ‘Shout at the Devil ’ started on the stage. She didn’t turn to look back at him and he didn’t know why he expected her to, but it hurt him that she didn’t.
“So Eddie, where ya from?” Debbie asked, leaning on the bar so her chest was on full display.
“H-hawkins,” he stuttered out, his gaze quickly snapping to her face, “Indiana. Been here for a year.”
“Never made it to Skid, huh?” she asked and popped her gum again, a mischievous look in her eye, “What, did the other guys tell you it was a shitty Led bar?” He snorted and shook his head.
“They did! I told ya Tony, people were talkin’ shit!” Debbie slapped the bar with both hands, “I knew it.”
“And now they’re not talkin’ shit, it’s a better bar. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, bless my uncle’s soul, but maybe Skid needed him to die, y’know?” Tony chugged his beer and got up off the stool, “Alright, Ed, I’m heading back to my office but I’ll be out in a little and we can uh..you know, make an exchange.”
Eddie nodded, shaken by the second clap to the shoulder he got today. He double checked inside the bag, money still wadded up at the bottom, still some party favors left to pass out. The yellow light of the back flashed in his eyes as Tony disappeared behind the door.
“So, Hawkins,” Debbie started, “Wasn’t there some like…freak earthquake there or somethin’? In like ‘86?”
“Somethin’ like that, yeah,” he said, taking a big swig of his beer.
“Were you there for that?” she asked, her eyes big and glassy, hungry for the story.
“Can I get something stronger?” his brow furrowed, desperate to avoid the question.
“Oh, sure honey, just a second!” Debbie turned to put something together for him, but got a couple more shouts for beer from other guys and girls at the bar. He took a deep breath to compose himself, his eyes darting down at Rhonda again who was mouthing along with the lyrics. Debbie put a glass down in front of him quickly, hustling over to start pouring beers and drinks. The bar had definitely picked up since he got there and the corner he was in before was vacant. Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, he picked up the glass and grabbed his bag, shuffling through people to get back to his old table.
He took a sip of the Debbie Special and immediately clocked it as simply...alcohol, no mixer. He welcomed the sting though, talking about Hawkins made him tense. Talking about ‘86 made him tenser. It wasn’t long before the soft lull of a buzz clouded his vision and he was able to settle back into the flow of making plays. He propped one leg up on the bench he was sitting on, resting an arm on his knee, pressing his back up against the wall.
After the last of his product was gone, he looked back up at the bar. Debbie serving and smiling, taking bills in her cleavage like a champ. Rhonda was shaking two shakers and pouring two drinks at a time. He watched her delicately place the beverages in front of two ladies at the bar, their men standing and chatting behind them. Despite how dark the room was, she caught his stare from across it.
His cheeks burned, and even if she couldn’t see it, he smiled at her and nervously toyed with his rings again. The yellow flash from the back room peeled through the people on the floor, all thrashing to the music from the band on the stage. Rhonda nodded over to him in the corner, likely to Tony who had probably just left his office.
His eyes met hers again, and in the glow of the backroom door closing, he saw her pour a beer, smiling too.
#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fan fiction#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson au#eddie munson x ofc#Eddie munson fluff#Eddie munson angst#eddie munson#stranger things au#eddie munson fix it fic#eddie munson fix it#stranger things fan fiction#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you
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Renruki Week Day 2: Hot Springs
I wrote this some time ago, with the intent that it would someday fit into a longer TYBW fanfic, but I really like it, and it fit today’s Renruki Week prompt of Hot Springs and fits into the recent episodes of the anime. Maybe someday I’ll work it into the real final chapter of Heart is a Muscle, but that’s ages away, so you might as well enjoy it now!
| ao3 | ff.net |
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As Renji checked over his shihakushou for the thousandth time-- tightening his wrist wraps, tugging on his sword knot, he glanced over at Kurosaki, squatting at the edge of the hot spring. He couldn't see the kid's face, and he was too far away to pick out individual words of the conversation, but he could tell from the tone and cadence of the voices that Ichigo and Rukia were trash-talking each other.
Renji was glad. He was grateful, actually, unspeakably grateful to Ichigo, not just for showing up in the nick of time to save Soul Society once again, but for being here in the Royal Realm, for talking and laughing with Rukia, for giving Renji the cover to get the Hell out of here. He just wished they'd managed to escape a few hours earlier.
Renji had felt it, of course, the moment Rukia woke up. Her reiatsu had spiked wildly, exploding outwards in a panicked tidal wave until it washed over his own and abruptly calmed. Renji knew that relief. He had felt it himself after waking in sheer terror, his heart threatening to burst through the cage of his chest in the few seconds before he was able to feel both Byakuya and Rukia close at hand, his captain and the other half of his soul, unconscious, but blessedly, miraculously alive.
That didn't mean he was ready to talk to her.
Kurosaki said something that sounded like a farewell, and stood up, cracking his back. He sauntered over to Renji, and jerked a thumb back towards the spring. "Your turn."
"We gotta go," Renji grumbled, adjusting Zabimaru against his hip one more time.
Ichigo gave him a look that was half disbelief and half disgust. "She asked for you," he repeated, and Renji knew he was lost, there was no arguing with that. "Take as much time as you need, man. We're in a hurry, but we're not in that much of a hurry," Ichigo called to Renji's back, and Renji flinched at the easy kindness in the kid's tone. Renji didn't deserve this adolescent goon as a friend any more than Soul Society deserved him as a savior.
Rukia had her arms crossed, propped up on the stones that ringed the healing spring. She bore the folded towel draped over her head as regally as a tiara. Through her exhaustion, there was a contented happiness on her face, a momentary peace in having her important people around her, a peace that Renji couldn't bring himself to share.
"Hey there, y'big dummy," she greeted him. "Get down here so I can see you."
Renji squatted down, resting his forearms across his thighs. “Hey, there, y'little dummy," he replied gently. "Whaddya want? Ichigo and I got places to go, heads to crack open."
"You better wait for me to catch up before you go back down there," Rukia warned. She made a very Kuchiki-like face. "I'm trusting you to keep an eye on my boy, okay? I'm taking care of your captain for you, so you owe me." She jerked her head back toward the spring, where an unconscious Byakuya slumped against a rock.
"Rukia…" Renji started, not even sure of what he was going to say.
"Listen to me, Abarai," Rukia said, suddenly very serious. "We both know you shoulda stayed in here a little longer. I'm gonna let that slide, but you gotta promise me you'll take your time and get trained up right. You think I don't know what's going on in your thick skull right now, but I do, and I need you to listen.
"You did your best. Those guys beat Brother. They beat the Captain-Commander, Renji. You. Did. Your. Best." Rukia's eyes locked with his own, big and serious and beautiful. "You gotta put what happened behind you and concentrate on making your best better. You're really good at that, Renji, but sometimes you panic and think it would be better to just sacrifice yourself, throw yourself in the path of a sword meant for someone else. Don't do that." There was exasperation in her voice, but something else, too. Fear. Fear that he was gonna blow this, Renji supposed. Rukia furrowed her brows. "You're strong and you can get stronger, and you're important. We're gonna need you at your strongest when we pound these guys back into the shadows they crawled out of. So take care o' yourself, y'hear me?"
"Okay," Renji agreed.
Rukia scowled for a moment, and then stood up.
Renji kept his eyes glued to her face with the discipline of a career soldier.
Rukia reached out and wrapped her hand against the line of his jaw, her thumb resting gently on his cheek. "And my brother needs you, Lieutenant Abarai, and so do I. So wait for me before you do anything stupid, you got it?"
Renji swallowed thickly. "Got it."
"Promise me, Renji."
Renji closed his eyes and leaned, just for a moment, into her hand. "I promise." He opened his eyes again. She was studying his face, looking for what, he didn't know.
Whether or not she found it, she made a little sigh, and slipped back down into the water again.
Renji might have the discipline of a soldier, but he also had the lightning reflexes of one. His eyes flicked down and then back up again, just fast enough to catch a glimpse of something he could reflect on happily in his dying moments if the next few days didn't go so well.
"I saw that," Rukia noted dryly, but she seemed more amused than angry.
"Like you wouldn'ta spent that entire conversation blatantly staring at my package if our situations were reversed," he returned.
"I wasn't criticizing you for being an opportunist, I was making fun of you for trying to be sneaky and failing."
Renji smiled fondly at her. Not for the first time, he felt immensely grateful to have been a part of her life, even if he had never managed to make himself worthy of telling her how much she meant to him. He had come close. So close. "Take care, Ru," he bid her. "I'll catch you on the flipside."
"It's a date," she agreed.
As Renji stood and prepared to go, there was a brief, jarring spike of reiatsu, like a stutter in reality itself.
Byakuya cracked one eye painfully open. "Lieutenant," he croaked, his voice faint and caked with rust. "Come here."
"Brother, you're not ready to be up yet," Rukia scolded. "You need to be resting!"
Resigned to his fate, Renji made his way around the perimeter of the spring. Naturally, trying to sneak a glance at his sister's tits would bring Captain Kuchiki back from the dead. Renji was happy enough to accept his dress-down, though-- he'd take a dozen scathing lectures on propriety and then cheerfully scrub the floors of every training room in Squad 6, just as a reminder that his captain was still alive.
"Down here, Abarai," Captain Kuchiki commanded through slitted eyes.
As Renji crouched low on the bank, a damp hand clamped onto the back of his neck, fingertips like brands digging into his flesh, pulling him almost nose-to-nose with his captain.
Byakuya was not well. His reiatsu was uncontrolled at best, non-existent at worst. Nevertheless, his closeness, his presence, forced all the air from Renji's lungs. Renji was a kid again, gangly in his student robes, standing frozen in an Academy doorway, unable to move, unable to even think.
"If you return to the battlefield before I, Abarai," Byakuya wheezed, "Give. Them. Hell."
Renji's lip curled into a fangy, humorless smile. "Sir, yes, sir."
Byakuya gave the smallest of nods, then closed his eyes and leaned back again. The iron grip on Renji's neck loosened, and Renji reached up to lower Byakuya's hand back down into the water.
He looked up and realized that Rukia was watching him, her eyes soft. “I’ll keep him out of trouble,” she promised.
Good luck with that, Renji wanted to say, except that he wasn’t entirely sure if Byakuya was still conscious or not. “You just focus on healing up,” he said instead. “I’m not gonna wait forever for you, you know.”
“Ha,” barked Rukia. “We’ll just see about that.”
#renrukiweek#renrukiweek2023#renruki#my writing#if you're on the renruki discord you may have already seen this#this wasn't *intended* for renruki week#which is why we have byakuya ruining a tender moment with his intensity as usual#oh well it is what it is#also if you are disappointed i picked 'hot springs' over 'academy' don't worry#there's an academy fic coming later in the week
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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (party thirty six)
Summary: Now that they're together, Conductor and Grooves are slowly settling in with their love for one another. Both have strong feelings for one another but don't always know how to express it.
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Word count: 1,151
Warnings: None
Author's notes: I can't, why are they so cute! Anyway, here's the next part. Enjoy!
Grooves watched Conductor as the owl poured himself another glass of alcohol.
He hadn't stopped shaking, his bracelet replaced with a bangle on the opposite wrist when Grooves had found him.
“I shoulda stayed with Ma,” Conductor grumbled before tipping his head back and chugging the drink. “Maybe it woulda been better.”
“What was she like?” Grooves prompted slowly.
Conductor nearly slammed the glass back onto the table beside his bed, before resting back against the mountain of pillows that Grooves had constructed.
“Pretty. Warm. Strange.”
“That bangle is nice. What's it for?” Grooves asked, reaching out for his partner's wrist.
Conductor's arm moved so that the wrist in question was flung over his face.
“You don't want to know, Grooves.”
The words held weight, a certain venom to them that made Grooves recoil slightly.
It had been months since Conductor had spoken to him like that.
“Please can you tell me?”
Conductor raised his head slightly, arm falling across his chest as he stared at the penguin.
Grooves took of his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes, wondering if this was it.
This, only a few days in.
When Conductor would realise that he was too good for someone like Grooves.
“You'd hate me if I told you.”
The whisper was what he'd least expected.
“What?” Grooves asked, getting out of his chair and moving to sit on the bed next to the owl.
“You heard me,” Conductor mumbled. “Yer gonna hate me if I tell you.”
Grooves reached for Conductor and felt a pang of distress as Conductor scrambled backwards away from him on the bed.
“I don't want to hurt you,” he said, voice shaky as he held his bangled wrist close to his chest.
“How could you hurt me?” Grooves questioned, only feeling more hurt and confused as the conversation continued.
The owl reached up a couple of talons to the top of his shirt, pulling it down just enough to show off the purple plumage that resided there.
“That.”
“And what's that exactly? I'm not a mind-reader.” It almost felt like one of their old arguments.
Conductor sighed and refilled his glass again.
He downed it before speaking.
“I'm half fire spirit.”
“Oh.”
“Oh.”
Conductor winced at the way that Grooves went still after his confession.
His instincts kicked in and he immediately ran away.
Grooves' hesitation had spoken volumes.
He remembered what it had been like when his father used to scold him. When his father had forced him to wear clothes that covered up the obvious details that would give away his heritage.
Maybe that was why he hated it so much now.
Conductor didn't look back as climbed the ladder to the train’s roof.
Night air blasted his face at high speeds as he moved as far out the train he dare, still keeping his legs inside the hatch.
He undid a couple buttons at the top of his shirt and slipped off the bangle, gently placing both items on a shelf near the top of the ladder.
His feathers practically glowed as his temperature significantly increased.
The Owl Express let out a huff of smoke that blew into his face.
“You hate me too, eh?” He laughed bitterly.
Conductor skimmed his hand over the train's roof as he spoke to it. “I got you off of Ma's friend, you know.”
The train stayed silent and Conductor climbed the rest of the way out, shutting the hatch behind him.
He walked along to the front of the train, sitting down beside the steady stream of smoke that radiated heat.
"Ma used to sing me a song when I was little. I wanna write it into the script.”
He didn't know if he was talking to himself or the train anymore.
“I think it'd work for Satine. The song is about leavin’ behind your life and flying away, no longer caged.”
The train chugged along the desert landscape and he basked in the rays of moonlight.
He hummed the chorus briefly before laughing. “It's a pretty song.”
“You seem happier like this.”
Conductor gaped at the train, shocked by the amount of honesty it had.
“You should feel free to express yourself.”
Conductor let out an annoyed groan. “I can't. I would probably set somethin' on fire if I took the bangle off for too long.”
As if at the mention of it, a flicker of flame joined the plume of smoke.
“How would you know?”
“I-” he paused.
Had he even taken the bracelet from his mother off until now?
“Good point.”
“Grooves is worried. Go back inside. Be nice.”
Conductor sighed before standing.
“Alright, I'm going.”
Grooves had wandered the train after the owl - spirit? - had left, eventually ending up in the room filled with booths.
He'd settled down in one, waiting for Conductor to come back.
Grooves looked up as Conductor climbed down a set of stairs in the room.
Grooves' beak practically dropped open at the sight of him.
Conductor's feathers glowed in the dim light, showing hues of yellows, spatters of orange, all the way through to tints of gold. The feathers around his neck were a deep purple and a few sparkling gem shaped blues.
“I owe you an apology,” Conductor started, crossing and sitting on the table he was at. “I reacted poorly and dinnae even wait to see what you said.”
Grooves couldn't stop staring at his glistening feathers.
“So, what do you think?”
Grooves tipped his glasses down his beak, blinking at his partner.
“You're amazing,” he breathed.
Conductor's breath hitched and his feathers ruffled, shining even more as a flash of moonlight highlighted them.
“‘m not,” he mumbled.
Grooves stood up, walking around the table to stand in front of him.
“Diamond, angel, firefly. Listen to me. You are amazing. And it does not matter that you aren't fully an owl. Because you are still the person I fell in love with,” Grooves said slowly. “And that isn't going to change over something so small. But please don't push me away. I do want to try and help.”
Conductor let out a soft chirp. “Yer amazin’. Also, did you just call me firefly?”
Grooves flushed. “I guess I did.”
Conductor leaned forward, pressing a warm kiss to Grooves' forehead before resting his forehead there.
“I'm scared, honestly. I don't really know what I might do if I stay like this,” Conductor admitted quietly.
Grooves skimmed his flippers up and down Conductor's arms, hoping to soothe him.
“You don't have to figure everything out straight away. But I would like to be there for you while we try to figure it out. Together,” Grooves promised.
Conductor let out a soft hum. “Together sounds nice.”
Grooves' heart fluttered in his chest before he pulled away. “We do need to rest first though.”
“Can't we just stay here?”
Grooves paused.
“Okay, just a few more minutes.”
#a hat in time#ahit#ahit au#ahit conductor#the conductor#discotrain#ahit dj grooves#dj grooves#ahit moulin rouge au#moulin rouge discotrain au
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Hello!! o/ 2, 16, and 19 for dedede? :]
"Well won't ya look at that i got the first ask!!!"
2) So, how have you and s/i been? What have you two been up to recently?
"We been handling ourselves nicely i like ta' think! My sweet-dee and me been training awfully hard recently! I couldn't be more proud of him!"
16) If you could take s/i anywhere in the world, ignoring budget and all that, where would that be?
"Ah dat's easy! His homeland. He aint from around here actually. He is from anotha' part of popstar where its extremely cold, But since we both are pretttyyyy busy we havent had time ta plan..Hopefully soon we could visit!"
19) What's a memory with s/i that you'll never forget? It can be anything really. Just try to stay positive, alright?
"Hmmmmm...Well there a few things i could say but- eheheh- i cant eve'a forget the time he saved me from that...creepy black...thing- YOU SHOULDA BEEN THERE HE WENT NUTS ON THAT GUY! Never seen him so fumin'!! it was pretty sweet when ya realized he was protectin' me. He usually a calm collected fella"
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THE ONLY SECONDS THAT MATTER
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE IS UP!
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Rating: 18+
Includes: Extensive horse nerdery + cowboys, mxm romance (1 trans + 1 cis), some discussion child abuse, some instances of trans/homophobia (it is rural Oklahoma, y'all), depression, occasional sex scene (but it’s a slow burn for sure)
Victor Ortiz-Bennett had some reservations about moving to Oklahoma, but his late aunt willed him a 70-acre horse farm, and he decides to fulfill his dream of running and operating his own training facility. Victor’s been around the reining horse show circuit for a while, and he’s ready to settle down, travel less, and spend more time with the horses he loves and away from the people he can do without. That is, until he picks up a horse at an auction with a bucking problem he can’t fix, and he has to take her to the one guy who can ride anything– Johnny Stearns, a retired professional rodeo rider.
Johnny Stearns is loud, chatty, eccentric, and fears nothing, exactly Victor’s opposite. However, Victor finds himself sinking into an odd friendship with this new foul-mouthed cowboy without a filter, diving deeper into the mess that is Johnny’s life until there’s no way to extract himself from it. Johnny may talk a tough game, but there’s more to him than he’ll let most people see. Victor knows getting in too deep will mean a rough ride, but if there’s anything Johnny’s taught him, it’s how to stay in the saddle.
Excerpt:
“Who was that person—guy—from last night?”
“What guy?” When Victor saw Johnny’s dead-eyed expression, he continued, “Oh, right, that guy. Just a date. Nothing serious.”
“What do you mean, nothing serious?”
“Well, he lives in Forth Worth and I live in Oklahoma, so—”
“How long have you known him?”
“Less than a week. Why, are you jealous?”
“No. Just wonderin’.”
“Hmm.”
“Seemed kinda…” Johnny rolled his tongue against his cheek a moment.
“Kinda what?”
“Oh, you know.”
Victor raised an eyebrow.
Johnny lifted a hand and let it go limp at the wrist.
“What’s wrong with that?” Victor asked.
“Nothin’. Just didn’t think you were into that sort. I thought he was a girl. Looked like one, too.”
“You have no clue what I’m into.”
“You were into me.”
“And how did that go? God, Johnny, I just wanted one night of uncomplicated fun. Don’t read more into it than there is.”
“You have sex?”
“That’s none of your business. Should I remind you that you were seeing and sleeping with Daisy for two months and you didn’t say a thing to me?”
“We only slept with each other, like…” Johnny had to take a moment to think about it, “twice, and she talked me into it both times. I have a hard time sayin’ no to her. It wasn’t my idea.”
Victor had to laugh a little, even if it came from a place of helplessness. “Right, you just tripped and fell into her vagina, I’m sure.”
“It beats drinkin’.”
“Why are you here?” Victor had to ask, because this conversation was going nowhere.
“I told ya, I felt like drinkin’ so—”
“Seems like it’s partially you wanting to ask me about my date from last night, which you have no right to know about. So if all you want is information on who I fuck in my free time, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“All I’m wonderin’ is why you can run around with this stranger but when I suggested we casually mess around, you acted like I slapped you across the face.”
“Because I know you. It’s completely different.”
“I don’t see it that way.”
“Good for you. I don’t.”
“Sorry, but you were askin’ for way too much. I know you’re a Californian boy and you think that the whole world is cool with the queers now, but small town Oklahoma is still livin’ in the 1930s. If you wanted to have a cute lil public gay life with a partner, you shoulda moved to Massachusetts.”
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