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Friends The rulers' wives, Vasilina and Irada. Byzantium and the East, Gothic possessions and the Khanate. Different skin, different faith, but common strength, beauty and goals. What beautiful people. While I'm drawing, I'm just enjoying the taste of beauty of different cultures.
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crop top stevie love of my life
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Black sorcery spirit. Uhhā¦
Witchcraft, Wisdom, Death...
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"Look who's talking, Mr Ponytail and a Crop Top," Steve says with a smartass grin.
Eddie looks down. "Huh?"
"You," he waves toward Eddie's general vicinity, "looking like some kinda Metal Cheerleader." He noticably swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.
Okay. This is it, this is the perfect moment to tell Steve he's sending signals that he definitely doesn't understand he's sending.
"Steve," he has to clear his throat before continuing, "I need to tell you something."
He leans in, wide eyed and focused. "Yeah?"
That's not helpful. "Um. So, to guys like me... Gay," he chokes out, still hard to say aloud even though he knows Steve knows, "sometimes you say things or do things that come off as...flirty. And I know you didn't know," he rushes to explain, "but I wanted to make you aware. To not do that. You know, in case the wrong person overhears it. It's a safety concern," he finishes lamely. Safety concern! Ugh. More like 'You're breaking my heart, I can't take much more of it.'
He waits for Steve to say something but he's just blinking owlishly.
"Steve?" He prompts, concerned.
"......yeah?" He finally seems to come back to himself. His eyes drift away, over Eddie's shoulder. "So...you want me to stop flirting?"
"Yeah, just in case, you never know who-" Wait. What? "What?"
Steve still isn't looking him in the eye. "What?" He mumbles.
"Did you say..." He can't even repeat it, it sounds like putting words in his mouth, but he did say that, right?
"Yeah. Sorry. I'll stop. I didn't realize it was bad, I guess. I thought... It's stupid. Nevermind. I'm gonna, um, take off actually. I'll see ya around, maybe."
He hops off the back of the van and actually starts walking away, like they're not 6 miles from his house. That snaps Eddie out of the paralysis spell he was under, adrenaline taking over like a bump of cocaine.
"No!" He shouts, like an insane person, and then takes it one step further by jumping up and tackling Steve into the grass.
"Uggff," Steve grunts when Eddie accidentally shoulders him in the gut, but he ignores the embarrassment in favor of crawling up his body so they're eye to eye.
He gets Steve's face between two hands and smooshes it. "Were you flirting with me on purpose?" He shouts.
"Are you serious?" He mumbles, half coherent, through pursed lips. "I'm gonna jump into the quarry."
"Answer the question!" He rattles Steve's head a little bit, for good measure.
"I work for Scoops Ahoy." Steve deadpans, unamused.
Eddie is going to throw one hell of a tantrum in a second. "Steve."
He smacks Eddie's hands away from his face. Doesn't bother to move out from under Eddie, he notes absently. "Yes, dude, obviously I was flirting with you on purpose! I thought that was, like, an understood thing that was happening. Why are you surprised?"
He feels like he's losing his mind. Why are you surprised the grass is made out of taffy? Would've made more sense as a question.
"Because you're straight." The duh is implied.
Sensibly, he asks, "Why would I flirt with you if I was straight?"
Eddie becomes very aware of every inch they are pressed together. Aware of the sound of the leaves rubbing together in the wind, aware of Judas Priest still playing through his speakers. Love Bites is a hell of a track to be having this revelation to.
"You're not straight?"
"No."
"And you were flirting?"
"Yes."
"With me?"
He rolls his eyes, not an ounce of bitchiness lost to his embarrassment. "No, Eddie, with the crusty blanket on your van floor. Yes, of course with you- Mmmphh!"
They probably shouldn't be making out on the ground at Settlers Quarry in broad daylight but, honestly, the shambling corpse of Jason Carver could show up right now and Eddie would not give two shits. Steve slides a hand down the back of Eddie's pants, grabbing what little bit of ass cheek he has, and Eddie thinks, Hope you're watching from hell, you bastard. Enjoy the show.
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I feel like some people need to relearn Genre Expectations... "Man, this tragedy sucks!!! Why didn't they just do XYZ, then everything could have ended happily!!" well, then it wouldn't be a tragedy, would it. "Man, this lighthearted teen romcom is terrible, it's so sappy and unrealistic!!" Well, yeah. If it had been gritty and dark, it wouldn't have been a lighthearted romcom, would it. Is the writing actually bad or are you just trying to order a milkshake from a Home Depot
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Hit and Run
buddie | complete | 7.7k | mature
"Youāre acting like youāre not going to have to miss me,ā Buck says, pressing the bruise. āLike Iāll be able to come over whenever I want, crash at your place when I get too tired, like youāre not leaving the timezone.ā āYeah, well Iām trying to keep you in my life,ā Eddie bites out, āand youāre acting like this is some kind of permanent goodbye.ā āThis is goodbye, Eddie,ā Buck retorts, his jaw tense. āYouāre leaving.ā * In which Eddie is delusional, Buck is defeated, and they are both handling the move well.
featuring: codependency, buck's abandonment issues, eddie's fear of change, true love, tall buildings, and two guys who still refuse to be normal about each other
special thanks to @clytemnestraaa for betaing the fic and making it better <3
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Tiberius Ciucinciu.
"Foraging Wild Edibles" 2023.
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Thinking about Eddie bleeding out, shell shocked and dying and looking at his own blood on Buck's face and saying "are you hurt?"
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The "fuck the athletes" bf
The "please do" bf
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what if we kissed while the two musical motifs representing our characters overlapped, complimenting each other perfectly
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"Popular" is of course a debatable term, but I just picked a few I see very often and/or seem to have a lot of works on AO3. Please RB if possible, I've got a reach of about zero people lol
#modern au#if those silly lil guys are in 2024 I will stick them in the Middle Ages or regency England or 1982#If theyāre in any of the above time periods BY GOD LET THEM STAY THERE#(I have in fact written modern au before. this makes me a hypocrite - it does not make me wrong)#although I will say the further from modern times the story is set the more cool with a modern au Iāll be
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Rated: T | CW: panic attacks | tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, pre-s3 steddie
Prompt: Get behind me
For @machete-inventory-manager š thank you! (And thank you for your patience!)
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Steve is shit at keeping secrets. He should be used to it by now, considering his stack of NDAs is now undoubtedly longer than any book heās ever read, but usually his lies fall on the ears of his oblivious parents, on the unknowing school nurse for why heās back for the third day in a row for a migraine, on his teachers who berate him for falling asleep in class. Itās notāSteve is bad at keeping secrets from those he cares about, and Eddie Munson is very high on that list of people.
Steve still canāt believe itās real, most of the time: that who he was his first years in this school hadnāt scared Eddie away completely, that he was worth Eddie giving a second chance to, that when Steve had kissed him Eddie hadnāt punched him square in the nose, that Eddie had kissed him back.
It still makes his chest hum, when he thinks about it too hard. Makes his lips twitch when heās spacing out in class, when heās eating dinner with his parents or when heās driving to school: because his mind is on Eddie. He thinks about what Eddie might be doing. If his day has been okay and if anyone gave him any shit, if all of his deals went smoothly or if Mrs. OāDonnell still has it out for him.
He wonders if Eddie ever thinks the same about him.
Steveā¦ likes to think he does, especially at times like this. At times when Eddie has Steveās head pillowed on his chest, when Eddieās fingers are in Steveās hair and their legs are tangled together, when the movie theyād been watching is glowing blue on the screen, the tape over, and Steve canāt find it within himself to get up and turn it off.
Eddieās fingers are scratching behind his ears, and the pattering of rain on the trailerās tin roof is lulling Steve into a pleasant sort of doze. Sleep always comes easier with Eddie next to him.
āSweetheart?ā Eddie murmurs, and Steve likes this the most. Sweetheart and honey and baby, names that fall so easily from Eddieās lips like Steveās something sweet. Like heās something worth savoring.
He hums and doesnāt move, Eddieās fingers still in his hair.
āItās getting late,ā Eddie reminds him, āyou spendinā the night?ā
Steve shouldnāt. His parents will ask questions he canāt answer and every night they spend with the Bimmer out front is another night of gossip they hand over to Eddieās neighborsā
But Eddie is warm. His hairy legs are locked around Steveās like he doesnāt want to let him go and his lips are so close to the crown of Steveās head he can feel the breath of his words and Steve thinks maybe enduring a phone call with his parents is worth it. He could borrow Eddieās boxers. He could wear one of Eddieās more neutral shirts to school tomorrow and the two of them would be the only ones who knew.
āYou gonna let me go if I say no?ā Steve props himself up on his elbows, the question falling from his tongue because he canāt help but tease, because Eddieās face always flushes like heās in awe of it.
Eddieās legs flex and lock, his arms wrapping possessively around Steveās middle even as his cheeks darken. āIf I had it my way,ā he murmurs, tilting his head close, āIād never let you go.ā And Eddie kisses him. Steve parts his lips as Eddieās tongue slips inside, warm and wet and coveting, licking behind his teethā
The lights flicker. Steve can see the flash of the them through his closed eyelids and even as he tells himself itās nothing the hairs on his arms stand on end, his ears begin to ring as his senses heighten, the only noise still the rain on the roof and the wet sounds of their mouths, until it happens again.
Steve breaks their kiss, dread pooling low in his belly as he hovers over Eddie, his gaze darting around the room as he searches for anything he could use to protect them both.
āSorry,ā Eddie exhales, āshoddy electrical in this thing.ā
But Steve can barely hear him as the ringing in his ears grows, his skin beginning to tingle as that familiar surge of adrenaline begins to flood him.
āSweetheart?ā
The lights go out.
Steve scrambles off the couch, nearly taking himself out at the knees over Eddieās coffee table, and lunges for the lamp on the side table. It wouldnāt be enough, but it would be something. It would, if Steve was lucky, be enough for Eddie toā
āSteveā?ā
āGet behind me,ā Steve interrupts, his palms slick as he wrenches the cord from the outlet, holding the heavy wooden base of the lamp high above his head.
āStevie, baby, maybe the power doesnāt go out on your side of the tracks but over here itāsāā
āPlease.ā Steveās voice cracks over the vowels, desperation flooding him: he canāt lose Eddie. He canāt. Just the thought of itāthe thought of Eddie anywhere close to what lies beneath their feet makes his palms slicken, makes his heart jackrabbit in his chest and his blood thunder in his ears.
He canāt let it happen.
The couch creaks as Eddie rises, their backs to the wall as Steve holds up his lamp, unseeing, into the dark.
For long minutes thatās all they do: the only sounds are Steveās uneven breaths and the pattering of rain on the roof, and Steveās gaze flicks between every point of entry as his eyes adjust to the dark.
But as the rain patters on, as lightning flashes outside and as the adrenaline begins to wane from his blood, as the lamp heās been holding over his head begins to feel like it weighs a ton, embarrassment begins to fill him instead.
It was just the storm. It was the rain, and the wind, and the trailerās old electrical system, and Steve had forced Eddie into a corner over nothing.
Steve sets down the lamp, his arms trembling as the adrenaline surge leaves his muscles tired and shaking. He licks his lips, his mouth bone dry, and brings the heels of his palms to his eyes. Heavily, he sits back on the couch, unable to look Eddie in the eyes. āSorry,ā he croaks, āthat wasāā but he canāt explain. He canāt explain because that would open Eddie to a world Steve wantsāneedsāto protect him from.
His teeth begin to chatter, and his hands are trembling so badly he curls them up, pressing his fists into the sockets of his eyes just so he doesnāt look like heās losing it completely.
The trailer floor creaks, and Eddie, slowly, sits beside him. Just the weight of him makes Steveās nerves ease, his jaw unclenching.
āI donāt like heights,ā Eddie murmurs into their quiet, and Steve has no idea why heās bringing this up but at least heās talking, at least heās not throwing Steve out the door for losing his shit. āJeff has to drive when we go over bridges.ā His hand rests on the small of Steveās back. āIām gonna go get some candles, yeah? Iāll be right back.ā Eddie rubs a soft circle against Steveās spine before standing, his footsteps rapid before he clatters around a closet just a few feet away.
Heās quick, and within a minute thereās three mostly-burned candles flickering dimly on the coffee table, and Steve no longer feels like his heartās going to beat out of his chest when he can finally meet Eddieās gaze. āSorry,ā he says again, lamely, his voice still shaky, āitās normally not that bad.ā
Because itās not. Because adding Eddie to the mixāthe mere potential of itāhad sent Steve into a panic.
āItās okay if itās that bad,ā Eddie states, simply, like thatās all it boils down to, like what just happened isnāt completely and totally fucking insane. Eddie takes his hand, and Steve realizes how cold his own fingers are against the heat of Eddieās palm. āIt can be that bad around me.ā
Tears, unbidden and unexpected flood Steveās lower lids and he has to stop himself from blinking so they donāt spill. He sniffs hard, instead, and squeezes Eddieās hand.
āStevie?ā Eddie murmurs, his voice gentle and probing, āthis is why you have that nail bat under your bed, isnāt it?ā
Too fucking smart. Eddie is too fucking smart for his own good and Steve is livid at himself for falling for someone whoās smart enough to connect any of the dotsābut Steve is weak. Heās weak, and he nods instead of denying it, because as desperate as he is to keep Eddie away from it all, to be understood by him, even in this small amount, is a relief he canāt resist.
āWayne always thought there was something wrong with this town,ā Eddie mutters, and Steve canāt help his choked breath of a laugh because of courseāof courseāWayne would know. āAlways said the government was out here covering it all up.ā Eddie nods, like without Steve having to validate any of it, he already knows. āHe always says theyāve got ways of keeping people quiet.ā Eddie mutters. He stares, and Steve realizes that, really, was a question.
He barely moves, but Eddie is watching, and his eyes widen when Steve tilts his head, just slightly, forwards.
And then Eddieās scooting closer. Heās wrapping Steve up in his arms and the smell of cigarettes and cedar wraps around him, and his face is pressed into Eddieās warm neck and Eddieās fingers are back in his hair.
āYouāre okay,ā Eddie murmurs, and then, after a moment, like he was hesitating, adds, āand Iām okay, too, sweetheart. āS just us, here.ā
Steve clings back, his fingers pressing deep and desperate against Eddieās back, like his very hold could be what keeps Eddie next to him, safe.
And Steveās not letting go.
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And then they lived happily ever after and nothing bad happened to them ever again š„°
Thank you for the prompt! It feels so good to be able to post these again!
Also, Iām so sorry, but itās been so long since Iāve posted anything on here that I lost my permanent tag list. I think thatās just my sign that Iām not going to do it anymore š
apologies to anyone who is unhappy about that š«¶
My biggest hugs and kisses to @hbyrde36 for her betaing šāØ
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eddie starting at a new firehouse in el paso and heās texting buck at work and a new coworker asks who heās talking to and he goes āoh, just my partnerā absentmindedly and they go ānice! how long have you been together?ā and he means to correct them but panics and says āabout six yearsā instead
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Snug as a pug
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