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theidiotwhowritesthings · 2 years ago

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Howdy, so I don't know if you have seen The Last of Us, but if you have, you know the scene where Joel saves Ellie from the hospital and he just ploughs through everyone and its like wow -///-

I just think it would be a really cool like drabble if this was a Din x reader fic? Only if you wanted to write it though!! Also I'm so happy that I'm on your taglist for inevitable because I jump to read it every time that I see that I've been tagged, it has me in a chokehold and the way that you write the reader is so damn good.

Your writing is something that brings comfort to me every week, and the way you interact and talk to your followers is so sweet. I love coming back from a stressful day to sit down somewhere comfortable to enjoy your work.

Anyways thanks for reading this ramble of an ask and I hope that you're doing well :)

[a/n]: combining some stuff here! this is for the anon who asked for this scene AND for @cockscombkingdom who asked for a fic in Din's POV where he takes care of reader and keeps her safe. I started with the plan to make this very sweet and fluffy and I'm not gonna lie a little darkness seeped into it. my bad.

also in case it isn't abundantly clear i am a joel miller apologist thx

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warnings: Violence, death, injuries, mild dark!din (if you squint and/or have a problem with murder)

Word Count: 1,440

Summary: You were selfless. You gave and you gave and you gave. The universe planned to only take more, but Din Djarin would be damned if he let it.

LOOK FOR THE LIGHT

"you'd just come after her." -Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din was worried about you. He was always worried about you because you were always on his mind. It couldn’t be helped. Somebody had to because it seemed like you were perpetually too worried about everyone else. Din admired that about you. He always had. You went out of your way to help anyone and everyone who approached. You had a heart that was always willing to give, and it left you too little to use for yourself.

When the two of you first began traveling together, he noticed that about you. Sometimes you’d get so preoccupied watching Grogu you’d forget to eat. Peli had once put you to work, organizing her tools as part of the payment to fix the Razor Crest, and you had been so focused on getting the work done well that you had taken no breaks and ended up dehydrated and weak under Tatooine’s hot suns. It’s why the mission he was delivering you to made such simple sense to him. You were special, is what you told him. Din knew you were special, felt it, but it was for very different reasons. According to you, there was something in your blood, some type of cell, that could cure a lot of people of some terrible, terrible disease spreading through a world in the Outer Rim.

Din tried to keep his distance from you. Tried to not get attached. But you were so selfless, that it naturally brought out his protective side. He couldn't help but care for you, but caring for you as a responsibility had quickly turned to loving you along the way. Din didn’t know a lot about love. Didn’t have much experience with it, lust was easier to grasp, and that left him confused most of the time. Din had no idea how to express what he felt for you, how to explain it in words, so he did the only thing he could do. Din took care of you. Kept you safe when he stopped to pick up quarries, made sure you remembered to eat and drink water, reminded you to go to bed and when you would eventually forget anyways he’d carry you there himself. Din didn't know what love was supposed to feel like, but what he did know was that being without you made his heart physically ache and protecting you brought him happiness.

Maybe that’s all he needed to know.

‘It’ll be okay.’ You had promised him with a smile that made your features glow. ‘Shouldn’t take long.’

That had been hours ago. Din delivered you to the medical facility as he had been hired, but when you hadn’t come back out he sought after you. It’s why he now sat in a small room, Imperials flanking the door, as he simmered in disdain. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

“Mandalorian.” A man stepped into the room. A doctor from the looks of it with thin, round rimmed glasses. The name ‘Pershing’ pinned to his lapel. Din stayed silent. “I was under the impression that you had been paid. Was there an issue?”

“No.” Din replied. “Where is she?”

Dr. Pershing paused and shook his head as if confused. Din tilted his head a bit, an obvious threat in body language, and the doctor was smart enough to realize this. He nervously cleared his throat. “She is being prepared for her operation.” Din narrowed his eyes in confusion. You told him they’d just need your blood. “There is no reason for you to stay.”

“I promised her a ride back.”

There was a tense silence that filled the room at his words. Din watched the doctor squirm where he stood and he needed no further clarification. He shoved up from the table, prepared for a fight, when the Imperials leveled their own weapons at him before he could reach his blaster.

Dr. Pershing held his hands up in a placating manner. “She will be a hero. After we drain her of all her blood, we can make a cure. There’s a 65% chance this will work and save the people of this world.” Din was fuming under his armor. Drain your blood? They were going to kill you. They were going to kill you for something that only had a 65% chance of even working. “She will not be in pain! She’s been put under! She will not feel a thing, and we did not scare her with the news.” Din staggered back as if he had been physically hit. Was this man saying… Dr. Pershing confirmed Din’s thoughts. “We did not tell her this would kill her. We spared her that misery. She went under anesthesia peacefully.”

The words echoed in Din’s head loudly. As if a bomb had gone off right beside him and left him deaf and blind. He walked on autopilot as the Imperials escorted him through the building toward the exit. They were going to kill you. They were going to kill you for a shot in the dark cure. Din was literally paces to the door when his boots stilled. The Imperials shoved him, tried to get him to move, threatened to shoot him, and then Din snapped.

With the practiced precision of a bounty hunter and Mandalorian who spent most of his life in a fight, Din spun and cut down the Imperials in one swift movement. The darksaber glowed angry in his hands, casting threatening shadows down the hall. Never before had the sword worked so well for him, but as Din marched through the facility it was practically an extension of himself. Blaster fire pinged off his beskar and he did not hesitate. If a person stepped into his path he eliminated them. Cold. Ruthless. A predator. Din stalked the medical facility searching for you, and he left a wake of death and destruction in his path.

When he finally caught sight of you, through a window into some kind of clean room. Din felt his heart flutter in his chest. The first twinge of emotion since starting this rampage. It was a reminder of why he was doing this. A reminder that his actions were necessary.

Din stormed into the room, his eyes not leaving your unconscious form as you laid on a table in a hospital gown. The staff in the room panicked in a flurry, and one of them⏤ maybe the doctor maybe a nurse, Din didn’t even register who the kriff it was⏤ rushed him in a poor attempt to stop this onslaught. Din cut them down without blinking. Without taking his eyes off of you. The second you were in his arms, Din felt marginally settled. He wasn’t going to lose you, couldn’t lose you. Din had sworn to himself that he’d take care of you, it was all he knew how to do, and he wasn’t going to stop for the sake of anyone.

Not even the sake of a world.

As Din carried you out of the building it occurred to him that he may be dooming an entire population of people. This world’s chances of survival were dropping from 65% to 0%. He knew that he should care. He knew that this information should bother him. That it should make his steps more hesitant and make his chest ache in indecision, but it didn’t. His choice had never been more clear to him. It was either this world or you. Din was choosing you. He’d always choose you.

When back on the ship, Din had only carried you a few steps when gasping could be heard. He turned around to see Dr. Pershing at the end of the ramp holding a blaster at him. The man was breathing hard, face red, as if he had sprinted all the way here to stop this from happening. Din had to admire his dedication. The man believed in this cause so much he was willing to go head to head with a Mandalorian who had just single handedly cleared out a medical facility.

“I can’t let you do this.” Dr. Pershing snapped. “You’re dooming this world if you take her!”

A blaster fired. Dr. Pershing stumbled back, a hole in his chest, and Din held his blaster firm in his hand. Your legs draped over that arm had hidden his weapon well. A strangled gasp left the man’s lips and he collapsed into a motionless pile. Din shook his head, responding to a dead man’s words, “I don’t care.”

Din would protect you under any and all circumstances.

Was that love?

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #dark!din djarin #sort of #if you squint #the last of us #joel miller inspired #mando x reader #mando x you #mandalorian fanfic #mandalorian x you #mandalorian x reader #female reader #reader insert

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rubra-wav · 8 months ago

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If I don’t ask now, I won’t remember later ANYWAYS

I am just itching for hurt/no comfort for no reason(well there is a reason, I just spent the last hour reading Lucifer x reader angst) I really want just any character of your choosing romantic angst no comfort and maybe a breakup because why not

-🦋anon :3

Lucifer x reader : Twice divorced

A/N I've been itching to write Lucifer more so it's also gonna be about him. Hope you're ready to watch this man fall apart :)(bro watch ME fall apart writing this)

Also new banner (happy happy happy)

Cw: Angst no comfort, gn!reader, both parties are suffering, they don't actually get divorced they just kinda. Agree to separate for a bit?

- You'd been together with Lucifer for a short time before getting married.

- You guessed that was the main mistake.

- It's unfortunate to say, but you underestimated your own ability to properly keep yourself happy and secure in helping him unravel everything.

- 4 months into your marriage, Lilith showed up and shit absolutely hit the fan. Lucifer locked himself away upon her showing up again under the guise of 'not putting it onto you'

- This frankly broke you.

- You'd spent 2 years knowing Lucifer and helping him, and all that was undone in what seemed like 10 minutes of her showing up, spewing some nonsense about how you should get out before he burnt out again like after falling and took you with him.

- It was undeniably her fault. You didn't blame Lucifer.

- But you weren't some unmoving, unemotional wall of a person.

- It hurt so fucking badly being treated like you couldn't handle your own husband by him after his ex showed up.

- You knew you had to get out, or you would go insane.

- You walked to Lucifer's door, suitcase wheels loudly dragging on the floor.

- Lucifer opened the door before you even had the chance to knock on it, hand suspended mid-knock as his panicked expression was revealed.

- He'd heard the familiar sound before from Lilith.

- You watched Lucifers red eyes look down at the suitcase, wide eyes recognising his worst fear being confirmed.

- "Oh.." He simply said quietly.

- You felt your own heart aching at his reaction, as if he was expecting it, but forced yourself to continue. "... Yeah." You said hesitantly.

- The silence beat between you two, and you grit your teeth, a hard lump formed in your throat, and you fought against crying.

- Lucifer let out a soft chuckle filled with no kind of happiness, smiling at you with tears streaming down his face. "You know... I really thought this would be different. I.." he trailed off with a loud hiccup. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.

- You hummed, fighting to find words to say as you blinked hard.

- "I do love you, Lulu. This. This doesn't change that and I don't think anything will." You said very truthfully, voice shaking.

- Lucifer looked back at you in surprise, hope on his face.

- "But, I also love me too. And I think to love me as well I need to distance myself from this until you're somewhat over.. whatever this is." You gestured to his depression storm of a room and then to his messy, unkempt appearance.

- Lucifer wanted to get you to stay. But he couldn't bring himself to.

- It became obvious in that moment how he'd hurt you in his relapse, and he didn't want to hurt you even more by convincing you to be around him.

- It would be wrong to expect you to be able to support him while he couldn't do the same for you at all.

- He gulped loudly and slowly nodded despite the painful emptiness that he could feel consuming him even more.

- "I'm sorry, (name)." He apologised again, "I..." There was so much he wanted to say, but he couldn't put it into words.

- Another moment of silence passed as you waited for him to finish his sentence.

- "Just leave." It came out harsh, and he internally screamed at himself to not, but he couldn't stop himself. "Do as she said, and leave before I hurt you anymore." Lucifer's voice trembled, but anger made itself clear regardless.

- His mind raced in a mess of negativity that he just couldn't think clearly through.

- You felt your stomach drop, hurt hitting through you. Part of you wanted to bite back, but you were just exhausted already from this exchange.

- Wordlessly, you turned away from him, knuckles white from where you were clutching your suitcase hard.

- You barely felt in the moment as you made your way to the heavy front door of Lucifer's estate, spirits at rockbottom.

- You hesitated in front of it, thinking you were making a mistake doing this, then remembered the way his tear filled eyes glared at you as if daring you to fulfill his expectations.

- All he could see was Lilith in you. It was like you didn't even exist.

- Click. Thud.

- The loud sound of the door closing and you taking all the warmth you brought to his home with it.

- Lucifer sat down in the doorway of his room, staring blankly ahead, thoughts an absolute mess.

- He laughed, before letting out a loud shuddering sob as he leaned up against the door frame, hugging his knees to his chest and burying his face in them.

- "How do I somehow manage to ruin everything good?"

Ow 💀

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer headcanon #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #requests #🦋 anon

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ryuichirou · 5 months ago

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Slowly but surely replying to older asks. I say it every time but I mean it: thank you for being patient.

One ask about Shroudcest and one ask about Rookvil today!

Anonymous asked:

Imagine imagine imagine.

Cause this is funny to me.

Someone's flirting with Idia, yeah? (or just talking to him, not even flirting) (well, I guess it'd be a one sided conversation....)

And Ortho was off doing whatever and he comes back and he notices-

And he gets all angry and whatnot-

And Ortho's got instant connections to the internet-

And he figures out who the person is and basically destroys their social life.

Like, in the middle of this conversation, this person checks their phone and finds out all their friends have ditched them and their entire online life is up in flames.

Simply because Ortho got a little jealous.

Anon, this is so unbelievably easy to imagine lol Despite Ortho really wanting his precious Idia to have more friends and connections, he is much more jealous than he thought! And much more of a little shit than people think… We really love this kind of scenario for them, to be honest.

Ortho is way too powerful for how emotionally unstable he is! Rogue little yandere robot :( His niisan is his and his only! That poor guy probably just wanted to talk about homework or something trivial like that…

Anonymous asked:

the rook hate be crazy, sorry for the nonsense you’ve been dealing with for doing nothing wrong. anyway rookvil appreciation hours. rook is so observant and reverent that he’s always looking out for his queen and vil is just a bit tsun lol but i love how vulnerable vil is with rook. like the lines implying vil has cried in front of rook before, that they sleep in the same bed, rook knows vil’s family situation, vil commenting on rook’s thighs in beanfest implicitly meaning he spends a lot of time looking at them lol, rook has access to vil’s room and waits for vil… as much as i love savanaclaw rook and mourn his loss everyday, he willingly changed himself to be worthy of being by vil’s side via his own free will; vil did not MAKE him do anything they just talked a lot. my mans is more whipped than heavy cream. idk about you but rook mentions he struggled to feel or express emotions before he knew about theater (specifically neige but let’s ignore that for vil’s sanity lol) so it feels significant that rook obviously feels and emotes so strongly over vil (also something something ortho struggles to feel or express himself before movies and acting so what i’m getting at here is they should spitroast vil at least once lmao.) if it was revealed they’re canonically dating the only part i’d be surprised about is that it got through disney’s censors.

It’s okay, Anon. The whole thing kind of made us appreciate Rook and RookVil more, to be honest lol I sketched them for a couple of days nonstop after that whole thing happened.

It also made you write this ask! It took me some time to reply, but every time I was rereading it I smiled because god this is such a good ship. Everything that you’ve listed is just so… wonderful. All those interactions, all this connection, all those moments that imply their closeness that is on a much deeper level than we get to see. Sometimes when these two talk, it feels like we’re eavesdropping lol they just have this vibe to them, as if every dialogue has some additional context that we don’t quite get.

Vil’s comment about Rook’s thighs and him bulking up though lol poor Epel didn’t know what to make of it and probably didn’t want to think about it…

You’ve made such a good point about Vil being more vulnerable with Rook, and I think this vulnerability is very important. Vil feels like someone who probably doesn’t usually allow people to get very close to him, but once he lowers his guard for someone, that person becomes very special to him. Or I guess it’s the other way around… anyways, he trusts Rook enough to always have him by his side, and he probably vents his frustrations with the industry and anything else that troubles him to Rook the most.

And this trust isn’t one-sided: I feel like Rook trusts Vil a lot too. We know that he has a lot of secrets, and even Vil probably doesn’t know a whole lot about his upbringing and stuff, but he certainly knows more than other people + listens carefully enough to understand implications without prying into it too much. They give each other enough space in general, I guess? I know it sounds funny considering Rook’s whole stalking thing but lol their connection is special. They learn from each other and from what they have together.

It makes sense that one person that Vil trusts so much and loves so much is a weird theater nerd who doesn’t quite understand tact, but is very honest, supportive and genuinely passionate and loving. It makes sense that one person that Rook trusts so much and loves so much is an obsessive perfectionist that takes care of him, enables him and inspires him every day. Both of them are kind of insufferable, but they are the perfect type of “insufferable” to each other lol And yeah, let’s not forget about the power of knowing all the obscure theater/film references the other one makes!

I also absolutely agree that it wouldn’t be surprising at all if it was confirmed that they are dating lol The only surprising thing really would be the fact that Disney allowed it.

#replies #shroudcest #rookvil #about characters

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misc-obeyme · 1 year ago

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i know there’s already like a bajillion solomon requests for the event so far but i couldn’t help myself but ask for solomon as well for the prompt "Please don't let go." 😭 i need me some angst with him💔

anyways, congrats on 1k!!!!!!!! i’m so proud to see you grow :))

Hello, anon! Thank you so much! <3

Um okay. I think I may have gotten carried away with the angst this time. I don't write angst very often, it's almost always fluff, so when you asked for angst, I was like yeah okay and then went overboard lol.

And so I feel the need to apologize in advance for the angst level on this because I think I might have overdone it. Please let me know if you were hoping for some fluff at the end because I could write a part two that fixes things lol!

Thank you for participating!

1,000 Followers Event!

GN!MC x Solomon with prompt "Please don't let go."

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst

You could sense the shift in your world, the way it seemed to tilt suddenly in a direction far different from the one you had chosen for it. You felt the change in the very air around you and it was heavy with melancholy. Every day, every hour, every task, every step you took was full of that unspoken something, the heaviest burden you had ever known.

Most of the time, it manifested as a low throb of pain, something you could live with, something you could work around. Other times, it reared up its head like a cobra ready to bite. You could see it coming, but you couldn't escape it. And the fangs cut deep, filling you with a venom that slowly seeped through every moment of your life.

Every time you looked into Solomon's eyes, that venom pulsed in your heart, running through your veins, building up and slowing you down.

There was so much you saw there that he never said. That he didn't need to say. Although you never knew what was really going on in that complicated mind of his, the truth of his heart was much simpler. The depth of his love for you was present in every action, every smile, every time he said your name.

You would never deny how much Solomon meant to you. The racing of your heart whenever he looked your way, the thrill of butterflies whenever he touched you. It was evident to yourself and to everybody else that you wanted nothing more than to give everything you had to him.

And yet, you didn't. Neither of you spoke what both of you already knew. You couldn't and he knew it.

Solomon knew. He could see it in your eyes, in your aura. A depth of pain and sadness that he couldn't even acknowledge let alone try to heal. He desperately wanted to hold you in his arms, to kiss you, to tell you that things would be all right. But he knew that would only make it worse.

When he had arrived in the past and found you, he thought it was a chance for a new beginning. But it was clear from the start that you still held onto the time you had left. And back in that timeline, you had already given your heart away to a demon.

It had been a bittersweet situation for him and most of the others. Everybody had accepted your choice of course. They were happy that you were happy, even if it also meant that they had all lost you, too.

But here in the past, things were different. That demon didn't even know you anymore. You had confided in Solomon, telling him how much it hurt to have a version of him that couldn't remember loving you. Solomon had been prepared to console you. And even though he couldn't take away that pain, he was always there to help you with it when you needed him.

And yet, as time passed, as you lived together in Cocytus Hall, as Solomon found you coming to him for reassurance and comfort, as he had let you cling to him as you cried into his shoulder, he felt the way the world shifted.

Solomon was as keenly aware of what was happening as you had been. He could see the way the understanding moved through your eyes.

Now whenever Solomon looked at you, he saw it. He saw how you truly felt and he saw how you would never say it.

Solomon was so in love with you it consumed his every waking moment. He kept it in his heart because he couldn't show it to you.

And you were in love with him, too. But you were also still in love with the demon that you had left behind. And you held out hope that you would return to him, that you would find him again in that other timeline where he remembered that he loved you.

Every day, Solomon watched over you. He kept a distance between you as best he could, but he wouldn't let you falter. You needed him and even if you could never be his, Solomon would be there by your side to help you. If nothing else, you were his adorable apprentice and it was his job to make sure that you succeeded.

Even if it tore him apart.

It was like an earthquake. A day when you found yourself teetering over the edge of the abyss that seemed to break open before you. Everything was too much, your heart hurt, and your mind was fuzzy. You couldn't focus, you couldn't think, you felt like you didn't even know who you were anymore.

You stumbled through the front door of Cocytus Hall, dropping everything on the floor as soon as you entered. You felt the tears stinging your eyes as you marched down the hallway, fists clenched.

You opened the door to Solomon's room.

He turned around and saw you, mouth open as if ready to welcome you home. You saw the moment he realized you were not okay. His eyes darkened, his expression fell, his hands reached out just a little.

You collided with him, gripping the back of his shirt as though letting go of him would finally drag you down into the depths from which you could never return. His arms closed around you, pressing you into him, his heartbeat hammering against you.

"MC?" His voice was so quiet, but not quite a whisper. There was a thread of something in it - pain or uncertainty or both, you couldn't be sure.

"I'm so tired, Solomon," you said, muffled against the fabric of his shirt. You felt the tears spill finally, escaping down your cheeks.

Solomon rubbed your back, his movements slow, almost tentative, as though he was afraid to spook you. "How can I help?"

It was a simple question and really it should have a simple answer. And yet the question itself only made your heart throb. Here was a man who loved you so much, his only concern in this moment was helping you. Even though you knew how much it must hurt him to hold you like this. Even though you knew that every time you relied on him, every time you turned to him, every time you needed him, it broke his heart just a little bit more.

You knew because it was breaking yours, too.

Was it worth it? Even if you made it back to your own time, would things even be the same? Would you find the demon you left behind in a tizzy because he didn't know what had happened to you? Would you find that he loved you just as much as when you left? Would you only end up breaking yet another heart if your feelings for Solomon still wouldn't fade?

Instead of answering Solomon's question, you pulled back enough to kiss him.

Solomon froze for a moment before melting into you and kissing you back.

Was it possible to feel as though you were exploding from both love and pain? Was it possible to keep on living after you had?

You wanted what you had right there in your arms. You wanted what you had before you left your own timeline. You no longer knew what you wanted more. You no longer knew which was the right thing to do.

And now you were kissing Solomon and he was kissing you back and it felt right and wrong all at the same time. You loved him, but you also loved someone else. Someone who couldn't remember you. Someone who might still be waiting for you. Someone who might be going out of his mind with worry over you.

You broke away because you couldn't take the tumultuous thunder of your own complicated feelings. You gasped, looking at Solomon, tears still streaming down your face.

Solomon knew. The minute you looked at him, he knew. You could see it in his eyes.

"Please don't let go," Solomon said. It was a plea. It was a prayer.

It was the tempest of conflict that swirled around you. It was the loneliness that yawned through you even as you stood there in his arms.

He said it even though he already knew and the truth of your answer dripped slowly down his face.

His tears nearly broke you, crushing you like a vice with a force unlike anything you had ever known.

"I'm sorry, Solomon," you said. But there was one more thing you needed to say. Even if it was the final cut that severed you from him forever.

"I love you."

Solomon let you go. When you stepped away from him, when you turned around, when you walked out the door of his room.

When you glanced over your shoulder one last time.

He was limp, his arms hanging uselessly at his sides, his mouth slightly open, his tears glistening upon his cheeks. He looked like devastation. And you knew that even though you had ruin in your own heart, you had left ruin behind you, too.

After the earthquake, the world shifted yet again. Both of you knew it. You lived separately together. A cold plain stretched between you. An expanse you both refused to cross. Solomon tried, but he could never truly hide how he felt from you. You knew him too well for that now. But there was an understanding, too. You had made your choice when you walked away.

Solomon was always there for you. Every day, he helped you get closer to finding your way back to your own time. Every day, he watched out for his apprentice. Every day, he even managed to smile at you.

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cookinguptales · 10 days ago

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i spent several hours the other day reading through all your old karabita fics to relive the magic and i just have to say, they fucking rule. my personal favorites are the flower shop au and the werewolf au, but special mention has to be made because you are the author of one of the only two good hanahaki fics i've ever read (hanahaki plots have a lot of inherent pitfalls that are very hard to avoid). you and i both left the fandom when season 2 started up, but i'll never stop reading these tbh

Thank you, anon. ;; I've had a rough 24 hours and it was really nice to hear something like this.

The flower shop AU was one of my favorites, too! It was a spitefic, lmao. I saw someone saying that flower shop AUs are always bad and I wanted to see if I could prove them wrong haha. And obviously people's mileage may vary, but I thought it came out really well!

The werewolf one... might have been inspired by a werewolf outfit from one of the mobile games? I can't quite remember, but I remember that they had some really fun Halloween events. IIRC a lot of people did werewolf!kara after that and I wanted to join in the fun by making an incredibly stupid (but hopefully still sweet) werewolf AU. I'm really glad that you enjoyed it so much! I didn't know that anyone was placing it among their favorites.

And my secret for the hanahaki fic is... I mean. I actually also do not like hanahaki fics lmao. I wasn't familiar with the trope at all back then! Someone requested that I write it and I had to google what it was, haha. It wasn't really a trope that appealed to me, honestly, and I took some time to think about the best way to make it fit the characters. Karamatsu's cringe-ass melodrama saved the day. :')

I actually thought that no one was going to like it when I posted it. I felt like it was impossible to do such a soapy trope without going high on the melodrama, but I thought that would probably turn people off. I was shocked when it became probably my most popular fic in that fandom.

You really never know what's gonna hit quite right!

tbh I had a good time in Osomatsu-san fandom. The show had a good mixture of stupid and heartfelt in the first season that meant that I could write whatever dumb shit I wanted and it would feel IC, particularly AUs. The presence of canon (stupid) AUs made that aspect of fandom really fun.

It wasn't a perfect experience (I had a couple semi-stalking situations and there was a weirdly prevalent issue with artists doing fanart of my fic, the fic getting 3 notes on tumblr, the fanart getting 1000 notes, and people thinking that the artist made up the characters/ideas/dialogue instead of me) but it was good, dopey fun and I really enjoyed writing unhinged bullshit.

But then, yeah, s2 happened. lmao

Anyway, thanks again for all the kind words. It's really nice to know that people are still reading and enjoying those stories. ;;

#replies #praise #actually I still think that one of my favorite stories I ever wrote for that fandom was the kingdom hearts AU #but it had a limited audience for obvious reasons hahaha

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streamdotpng · 1 year ago

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this is chaotic sorry in advanced.

Twin anon here! I made notes while reading on my catch-up venture

Oh my god the idea that a bunch of people have to sign a contract saying wednesday can attack them if she feels threatened is so funny. Like- something had to have happened to lead to this, right? Her team realized it was the best option so Wednesday doesn’t get jailed or bad publicity but her fans just go feral anyway anytime Wednesday puts a knife to someone’s throat

Monster fucker Wednesday confirmed !!! I mean hey was it ever really doubted…

Reached monster fucker anon and that made me laugh. From a pr perspective I honestly think with what Wednesday writes her being a monster fucker would be good. I mean- that’s who she writes for, if you really think about it. Her audience is full of monsterfuckers from the normie x monster shit she writes. Sure, she has horror and what not but the base of it is still that. The question isn’t whether she’s a monster fucker it is what monster she wants to fuck her !!!

Oh my god! I got to the stalker lore stuff and I love it!!! I’m very happy to read more of it and now I have such a better understanding. I knew enid went feral but damn !!! There is no getting in the way of Wednesday and Enid. It makes me happy though that they were able to get past all of this trauma to end up in a much better place where they both can physically be together and love each other. It really speaks to how strong their relationship is like there is absolutely nothing that could ever break the two of them apart.

I have to wonder if anyone at nevermore or hell even in Jericho remember Wednesday (she’s hard to forget) and see her as this celebrity figure. Do they talk about it? Do they bring it up? Do they try to say what happened at nevermore? Are the whispers just brushed away as an old classmate wanting to hate on them? Just rumors bubbled up to ruin Wednesdays image? Or, really, would it not even be blinked at because this is Wednesday Addams after all? (some nevermore students and people of Jericho definitely have a “Wednesday Addams traumatized me” therapy group) OH or does everyone think all the old Jericho people are crazy because wednesday turned her school years into books (unknown to the public) so it just looks like they are taking what she’s written wayyy to seriously

Oh my god the short of enid in jail was heartbreaking. It cements even more how much they deserve. Like- Enid in her life has reached a state where she is so overly loved. She can play video games, laugh, smile, be jump scared and run into the arms of her *wife* at the end of it all. You did a fantastic job writing it!!!

I caught up! Only took me three hours :D

Shout out to writer anon! They’re amazing. I don’t know who you are but all the little shorts were beautiful and really well written. It’s so nice that so many people come together for fics/fandom things.

Back on my twin Enid agenda. I think my twin enid ways is just shit posting at this point. It’ll be so clear there is only one Enid and here I am in my corner tangled around in red string doubling down as if Wednesday Addams herself did not just finally announce that yes, she is married to the one and only endespair. When the Clark Kentification goes to hard smh. Doubling down by saying, you know what, actually, there is a twin and it’s just a messy triangle- No a square, because Wednesday now also has a twin. Case closed. Twin anon staying strong.

Anyway! Away from that stupidity lmao!!! Streamer enid au stays being one of my favorites! Your ideas are always so fantastic and I love thinking about these two so much. I hope you’ve been doing well!

OMYGOD TWIN ANON ITS BEEN SO LONG I MISSED YOU

i deadass thought i ran you off with how i spiralled the twin spin off into its whole thing

also no worries :) nothing wrong with some chaotic rambling so lemme read whatchu got for me

but yeah, there was definitely a scene during wednesday's early years where a fan got too overzealous and a contract had to be made bc she nearly stabbed someone

now its just normal to have these contracts if you ever want wednesday addams in your event

also clearly the monster she wants to fuck her is enid a werewolf, like cmon. Its not even a joke, the amount of wolf imagery is rampant in all her works

glad people like the stalker lore, it wont come up alot bc adult wenclair has moved past it but i wanted to use it to explain why enid is so easily strict on her boundaries esp with chat

as for if jericho and nevermore remembering wednesday? yeah no they definitely know her, with the amount of shit wenclair get up too its hard to forget the werewolf and its master staining their monuments red

they do crow abt it at times but they're so secluded its not really that noticeable. There are the occasional post from a disgruntled adult of long before but that's about it. Definitely looks like an in universe viper roleplayer though!

glad you like my short on jail enid, she's a little crazy but who wouldn't if you gone through what she did in that cell? luckily she got way better, so everything is much tolerable now :)

(also damn, you went through all that content in 3 hours?? i didn't think there was that much. Thank you so much for spending time to do so bc holyshit)

ALSO YEAHHH SHOUT OUT DEFINITELY TO WRITER ANON!! AND JD AND EVERYONE WHO HELPED ME BUILD THE AU

it was really fun :^D

ah yes, wednesday addams and her twin Viper addams. She totally has a sister who's the actor and her the author

thank you again for liking the streamer enid au so much, it was genuinely so fun building it and ot think it took like two-three months to fully build it is mindboggling!!

i'll be doing better nowadays mate, hope you have a good day aswell

#twin anon #streamer enid au

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ginnsbaker · 1 year ago

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wow. part 6 literally made me speechless the first time I read it. I literally had to take breather cause that was too much for me to deal with 😭 I'm sorry this might be too long cause I have so much to say....

• Wanda pointing out that having children would've made her rethink her decisions, I felt that, deeply. Personally, I am someone who's not sure whether I want children or not in the future so for her to say "Maybe it would have stopped me"??? GIRL F*CK YOU 😭🤮. My mind would definitely make me think of that over and over again until I start blaming myself for what happened.

• You know what hurts the most? The fact that there's no one else to blame except Wanda and Vision. In other cheating fics, the mind stone always serves a purpose why Wanda decided to cheat. It's always "there's a connection between us because of the stone". Here? nothing. Just Wanda actually making a huge mistake.

• I was feeling bad for Wanda for a bit, then I realized that she deserved all that. I read your reply to another anon about the reasons of suspicion (newly bought lingerie icks me the most cause it meant she actually made effort to look good for vision 💔). I honestly can't think of any reason (for now) why Y/N should forgive her.

• Both Y/N and Wanda badly need some time apart. Healing takes time and it won't happen anytime soon. Wanda just can't force her way to Y/N's life again cause that surely won't work.

• I don't wanna talk about the smut since I genuinely don't know what to feel about it other than Wanda doesn't deserve a single ounce of affection from us 😏 lol

It took some time for me to actually have some thoughts about part 6. My mind was like "I need at least 2-3 business days to recover from this" 😆. Once again, thank you for being so talented and blessing us with this beautiful fic. I'm a huge angst enthusiast so pls keep it coming. Hope you're feeling much better now btw. All my love 💕

- 🦄

~ I did kinda thought if I should've broken it down in two, but I just couldn't find where to cut it right. anyway, after 6, we're gonna go back to the usual length :D nah, you dont have to worry about sending me paragraphs, i was looking forward to what you 🦄 had to say

~ it's one of her worst word vomits throughout these series, i admit

~ The arbitrary nature of cheating is very much real. especially when you've been so used to the comfort and security someone provides, and you don't think it's possible to lose them when you do something stupid.

~ re: lingerie: when i wrote in flames, i wrote it as an AU from a film called unfaithful, starring richard gere and diane lane. im not sure if any of you guys saw that film, but it stayed in my parents cd shelf and was off limits. i only watched it recently as an adult lol. most of the details in in Flames were faithful to this material, i recommend you see it. the lingerie isn't because of Vision. it's about her embracing her own lust, because she got addicted to the feeling of being wanted

~ correct. they need it. something's gonna happen that's gonna force that.

~ the smut was uncomfortable to write, because im a romantic who always associate it with love and emotions and all that cheesy stuff. id pay someone to write it for me if i could. but it was necessary to the story because it showed the actual depth of R's trauma, manifesting just now.

I am feeling much better :) I saw your message like 2 hours ago, but i needed to complete a 10km run :D

Thank you so much, my dear 🦄. Please take care!

#ilgoss asks #🦄 anon

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Hi! It's the anon that sobbed like crazy and sent the ask, I've been waiting to send another because I feel like no matter what I type out, it's going to sound a little crazy HAHA

First of all, I did finish the fic and it kind of rocked me to my core and I haven't been able to open ao3 since without going back to reread the ending. It rocked me to my core so bad that song lyrics I would be listening to would relate to your fic. Like. oh my god HAHA. It had me and friend (who also read it at the same time as me) pacing around in the kitchen, while we cooked dinner and we kept saying "That was. Crazy." I still haven't moved on from this fic.

The ending was bitter sweet in such a.. I can't think of a better word besides epic. Which is kind of funny, but I'm not trying to be, if that makes sense. Sorry I'm so jumbled, reading your reply kind of made me cry, in an also bitter sweet epic way. LOL

I know what you do takes passion, because your writing like..reeked of it, so I understand to some level how you feel about writing them again. You're writing style is so full of attention and love and hurt, it must almost suck the life out of you in some way. Truely blessed to have read your work.

Oh, and I also really liked your massage fic.. it was so fucking funny. The ending.. clever. Evil, even.

Anyways, thank you so much for answering, and writing, and creating. I look forward for whatever you do, and I know for whatever fandom you write for, you'll sucker punch them with your skills.

urgh anon i'm so sorry this took me 55 years to respond to....

GOD. I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS. idk if you know this but i have a very love-hate relationship with NEF so to hear that you've been thinking about it and that you found it like WILD is!!! AHHH. i would love to hear what song-lyrics remind you of it omg

but you're right, ya know? you get it. i have this issue of always attempting to one-up myself somehow and i feel like i've emotionally wrung myself out for these boys, you know? i don't even think i can do another story for them justice. even though they've grown and changed SO MUCH. there's just... endless possibilities. like these two LOVE each other. i dont have to write another 200k fic to prove that, horikoshi wrote it RIGHT THERE AHHHHh

but like, who knows? i hadn't written for them in over a year and then i had the massage-fic idea and banged it out in a few hours lmao like who knows when inspiration will strike and who it will strike with?!

you're wonderful. thank you so much for this message - honestly you have no idea how meaningful it is to me :) thank YOU i am kissing you on the mouth full sloppy-style

#...i'm also sincerely scared i'll never write something as good as zero-sum again #writing in the comedy sphere is significantly easier than the 'heart-wrenching angst' sphere lmao #but after zero sum and litany of love and loss i've bled myself dry #metaphorically of course #i love that you hit the nail on the head 100% anon #you must be a writer and/or artist of some sort as well? because you SO get it #like yeah. you can love something but it can sometimes wring it out of you #...yes im talking about bkdk fanfiction. alas #ask #a;slkdjfalsdjf I LOVE YOU ANON SERIOUSSLY THOUGH. sorry for the steam of consciousness reply i have issues

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thespineoftherighteous · 2 years ago

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I'd love to hear your thoughts on the upper classmen being a mirror to each monster? That's not an idea I've seen before and I am Intrigued.

oooh anon this is such a scrumptious delicious concept thanks for asking. but also I definitely wasn't the first one to come up with this..there was a post I saw last year? the year before? that broke the parallels down really well. I'll try to find it

anyway so I think the basis of it is that each of the upperclassmen mirror one of the monsters in regards to the main issues they struggle with. more than that though they represent what it's like to find a way to live through those problems, that overcoming them can be done, because they're more developed, more matured than the monsters. and, because by the end of the series all the monsters have grown a lot from where they were at the beginning, you can see them at a point (or getting to a point) in life not unlike where their respective upperclassman is.

there's Matt and Aaron: both of them struggled hugely with drug addiction (influenced by their parents), both of them were at a point where shit could've gone downhill fast and both of them were forced out of it by the same person. although Matt technically got clean after Aaron, he seemed to get mentally healthier much faster (which makes sense given the difference in relationships, support, goals, etc of their situations). Matt immediately sees it as a chance given to him to start over; Aaron, perhaps because he still had something as equally consuming as drugs- Andrew and his deals- doesn't seem to evolve in that way until close to the end of the series. you can also see how they resemble each other in how they don't respond to provoking shit as much as the rest of the team (they're like the chill ones of their respective groups, with different vibes) but they will rise to violence if someone they care about is threatened.

Allison and Nicky are an easy one to see, I think. both of them had families who wanted them to be a certain way, who would rather kick them out than accept them as they were. the difference between them is that Allison has accepted it with a "fuck them" attitude while Nicky (as far as mid-trk) still reaches out, still wants to have a relationship with them. he still desperately craves that love and acceptance so much that he almost voluntarily keeps getting hurt, in a way that Allison has already decided isn't worth it.

there's Renee and Andrew: both deadly protective, these are the goalies, the protectors, the ones watching everyone's backs; both had unfathomably awful childhoods and both cover up/protect themselves from said childhoods in particular ways. Renee is on relatively good terms with the universe while Andrew, as in control as he makes himself out to be, is searching for something he thinks he could never have..for purpose, and for the nothing that he finds in Neil. with these two, it's never that Andrew's boundaries and distrust of others are things he needs to grow out of but that Renee represents a different response- she becomes the kindness she was never shown, he holds a knife to anything that could hurt him again.

Dan and Kevin: they're the ones that could've done everything right but still would've had circumstances work against them. they might be good but, according to others, they're not good enough, always dismissed, always overshadowed. the stark difference between them is that Kevin believes in the 2 on his face (until he doesn't) and Dan never does. the doubt bounces off Dan while Kevin absorbs it like sponge until someone like Andrew wrings it out of him. Kevin puts his full weight on his support (until he doesn't); Dan's never had that support to begin with so she only knows how to live without it. Dan knows her worth and will project it in bright orange writing, Kevin was taught his worth in finite numbers, so long as his feet stay on the court, and he's never certain of it (until he is). the glorious thing about this, though, is that you can literally see on page when Kevin overcomes this. it takes every fucking ounce of his strength but he gets the tattoo. he walks out with his stick in his left hand. he beats Riko, in ever way. it's magnificent. (I digress)

and then there's Seth and Neil. I think they could be interchangeable with Dan and Kevin actually but I like this one better. I don't think they necessarily mirror each other as cleanly as the others and I don't want to force it for sake of having everyone neatly paired off. but shit... they're the end and the beginning, respectively. Neil is the first success story, the embodiment of what Wymack's team stands for, Seth is an example of why that's what it stands for. Neil has no life, Seth has no use for his. Seth falls victim to the fate Neil spent years of his life running away from.

all that being said. it's not to say that the upperclassmen have completely healed from their pasts and don't have plenty issues of their own. I think anyone can see that *all* of the foxes have room to grow. it's just that they're a lot more developed in where they're at in life. and I think the monsters are not all at the same place in their healing because that's not something that's linear and it's not always as easily seen as a tattoo on the face. I think Kevin and Neil, for example, are at a more adjusted place by the end of tkm (Neil more so) but you can see all of them heading in better directions.

it's also not to say that to Heal™ the monsters have to be exactly where the upperclassmen are. that's also not how it works. but it is working. and (hot take? maybe?) I think that's something Nora does well. she lets them grow. their growth isn't always on page or in the definitive shape of a queen tattoo or finished by the end of the series but it is certainly there.

#AKSHDJAKAJSJA CAN YOU TELL I GOT DISTRACTED WITH THE KEVIN ONE #just went off like alSO my boy can do THIS and he's so good at THAT and he's so so super special #anyway anon this took me two hours to write because i was thinking very much and i just read it over and its kind of shit but i hope you #dont hate this #aftg #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #mine aftg

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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years ago

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happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

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madametrashbin · 3 years ago

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Always Yours, Forever

Disney Princess AU, as @nicebonescomrade (tagging you, as I did say through main that I had planned to write this) chose to call it. The giga brain they have, it’s great and their anons too- whew. Good stuff, indeed. (And the memes, I resonate with them because the method to my bullshit involves memes... only when I actually write, I turn them into something more coherent and proper.)

Also @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry because their Beth piece was S Grade and sublime. I’ve been reading that shit on repeat because what I would do to get spoiled or at least even a smidge of affection after traumatizing events.

Anyways, I’m going to tweak a little bit of that AU, if only to incorporate some other elements from Comrade’s posts that I thought was even more interesting and it did tempt me to go on a writing frenzy... I want to selfishly indulge in all of these situations because I’m in desperate need for some comfort.

Uhh... I guess it’s time for symbiotic relationship between Teyvat and Reader? Is that the right word? It’s 12am when I started writing this, please understand that I only get quiet time during the late hours as I suffer from insomnia + boomer back pains.

But anyways, enjoy... mightcontinuewiththisAUanothertimehah-

You run, because that’s all you can do.

You can hear the shouting behind you, your body screams at you as you narrowly duck away from another volley of arrows... your lungs burn, your legs are all but numb to the pain... everywhere is hurting.

You run, because you’re not ready to die a second time... you don’t want to die again either.

You do not understand where this aggression came from nor do you understand why they kept accusing you of imitating their God... and as far as you were concerned, you weren’t that attractive and weren’t even remotely close to looking like any of the Archons you’ve known thus far.

They were all really pretty... something you could have said when the situation was less dire and perhaps surrounded by friendly people.

(Barbatos, as far as you were concerned, didn’t have this much fanatical reverence from what you’ve seen and heard from in the game... ah, if only you weren’t in so much pain, you could be thinking about things with a clearer mind.)

Said God is watching from the sky no doubt as you could see a glimpse of green from the corner of your eye. You could see that sick amusement on his face and the same anger he held that matched the angry mob behind you.

The mockery hurt, especially from the many characters you were fond of when you were still...

You thoughts were cut off when you tripped, a noise of surprise leaving you as your foot unfortunately hit a rather solid stone embedded in the ground, making you rolling down the slope near Brightcrown Mountain and caused your hand to get a rather nasty cut... you still cannot get used to that golden color that leaves your wounds instead of the familiar crimson.

You took a moment to catch your breath, your body aching painfully yet the sound of the approaching mob had you force yourself to your feet to run again.

You don’t get that far until you reached a cliff, a dead end as you find yourself facing two unfortunately terrible choices... so all you could do was make a prayer for someone, anyone, to save you.

For what have you done to garner such hatred?

And so Teyvat answers with a dragon of blue, who soared across the sky with a powerful roar that matched its unadulterated fury for the recent events going on as of this moment.

Teyvat was born connected to the Creator... one whose face it has never seen yet felt the presence, small as it was, as a constant in its time alive.

The land, the sea, and the sky all knew that they were alive because of the Creator, and that they will continue to exist so long as they live... thus, when their master had descended upon the land, they rejoice.

They could finally see their beloved maker, they could hear and feel the very power that flowed through their veins with them... cycling through each other endlessly.

A sacred connection that not even the Gods could ever hope to achieve, even if they and the humans that walk on their lands claim to be the closest to them...

Fools, they all were.

There were no living beings that could ever hold a candle to the devotion of the very fabric of the world that lives because of them... and seeing the humans and those worthless Gods chase and harm their beloved Creator, it simply proved to be a true statement.

For in the end, the Creator’s life is Teyvat’s life... and if they die, Teyvat will die as well.

That is not something they can allow to happen, not while they still desperately wish to live with their Creator who finally graced them with their presence.

So, in response to the mess made by mankind, they sent the Dragon that was formed by their gales and skies to protect them before it was too late.

(Though, if one were to ask which living creature born not of their land, sea or sky were the closest to their Creator, one would say it was those who hailed from the land condemned by the Gods... one that remains in the form of the world’s many monsters and immortalized men.)

You had been momentarily terrified when you saw Dvalin... and yet when his form swept around you, his body of blue feathers and sharp claws of midnight skies brushing away the projectiles aimed your way, you had never felt so relieved in your life.

It had taken everything within you not to weep, not to collapse to your knees are your legs wobbled, struggling to stay standing while Dvalin had his claws hovering over you like a protective covering.

He roars, and you witness the familiar sight of the Energy Rain falling onto the mobs that had lost their composure upon sight of him... soon enough, it forces everyone including Venti to retreat... but neither of you move from your spots until Dvalin was certain they had all but left.

That was when your legs finally caved in, your whole body trembling as the tears you had suppressed finally flows freely from your eyes.

Your body hurts, stinging pain lingers everywhere on your skin... you’re dusty and covered in dirt from falling every now an again, dried golden blood that still kept its lustrous color sticks to your skin, but alas... you do not pay it any mind.

Nothing could truly beat the exhaustion that weighs down on you after days of running, no food or rest to spare after the beginning of the mob hunting.

“Creator... are you alright?”

“...no.”

You answer him after a long moment of silence, although the Dragon was hardly surprised given your current state.

You wordlessly accepted his invitation, shakily climbing onto his back before he makes his way to the tower, which you’re quite familiar with the lore that surrounded it... you immediately take notice of the hilichurls waiting, holding onto a variety of items that surprisingly did not contain weaponry.

Of course, you were skeptical at first, given your initial situation until it dawned on you that while the Archons and the Humans do not particularly like you, you still had the ones that such people would call monsters.

When the hilichurls had carefully tended to your injuries and little birds that rested on your shoulders sang songs to you to soothe your weary heart, you find yourself crying quietly again if only out of relief when you finally understood what was going on.

You weren’t hated by everyone... well, at least, you still had a place to go to when times were too rough on your weary soul.

That much, you were eternally grateful for.

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thelikesofus · 2 years ago

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Bad Things Happen Bingo for Buddie: Common Cold (sick!Eddie/caretaker!Buck please?!)

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Bad Things Happen Bingo: Common Cold

bthb master post | 7864 words | sick fic, fluff, cuddling, sharing a bed, love confessions, getting together, sick!Eddie Diaz, caretaker!Evan Buckley

Eddie knows he's not immortal or immune to the ales of man but sometimes he likes to think he is. He has no food allergies, he doesn’t get hayfever, hell, he's been shot on more than one occasion and survived, and for that, he thinks he's allowed to feel somewhat invincible.

Eddie catches a cold and Buck takes care of him while having a minor, non-platonic emotional crisis.

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Hi Anon! I am so sorry this took me so long to finish. I literally started writing it the day you sent the ask but somehow it went from a 2k one-shot to this 7k+ monstrosity. I hope it is what you were hoping for. Thank you so much for requesting it <3

It's wishful thinking though because he has a child who attends school with other children and such places are known to be a petri dish of bacteria. For this reason, it had been a surprise to no one when Christopher came home with a cold last week. Grateful for small graces though, Chris had only been off school for two days with a tickly throat and a runny nose. All things considered, it could have been much worse.

'Much worse' hits Eddie like a truck as soon as he wakes up. Every bone in his body aches and his eyes feel immensely heavy despite getting a rare eight hours of sleep the night before.

"Dad! Are you up yet?" Christopher's voice carries shrill and clear through Eddie's bedroom door and God he loves his kid but he loves his sleep almost as much and right now all he wants to do is roll over and close his eyes again.

With a heavy groan, Eddie pulls himself out of bed and puts on his best Good morning face as he opens his bedroom door to greet his son.

"You don't look so good," Christopher states bluntly as he looks up at Eddie with those wide expressive eyes. Sometimes he wishes that his son wasn't quite so perceptive.

He ruffles the boy's hair as he shuffles past him to the bathroom. "Yeah? Well, you have drool on your face."

"No, I don't!" Christopher shouts indignity and Eddie grins despite the stabbing pain behind his eyes.

Carla will be arriving in half an hour to take Chris to school and Eddie is still debating whether or not he should be calling in sick to work. He is scheduled for a twenty-four today and right now he is banking on the magical healing properties of coffee to make this groggy feeling go away.

"Go get your school clothes on Little Man, breakfast will be ready in a minute."

"By breakfast you mean cereal." Eddie turns his head over his shoulder just in time to see Chris frown at the prospect of another round of Captain Crunch . Then he grins up at Eddie in that cheeky way that lets Eddie know that he's got something to say that Eddie won't agree with. "I wish Buck lived with us, then we could have pancakes for every breakfast!"

Me too, Kid. But that is an entirely different kind of wishful thinking and Eddie very quickly shuts down that train of thought.

"Well, we don't have time for pancakes this morning anyway, because you are still in your pajamas. Come on!" He makes a shooing motion toward Christopher's bedroom and his son disappears down the hallway with a giggle.

As soon as Christopher is out of sight Eddie makes a beeline for the kitchen and starts a pot of coffee. He sinks back against the counter while he waits for it to brew and holds his head between his hands, rubbing at his temples as if to ward away the impending headache. All he needs is a couple of aspirin and a cup of coffee. Maybe two cups of coffee.

He has Christopher's cereal waiting on the table for him and is halfway through his first mug of life-saving caffeine when Carla knocks on the front door and he goes to let her in.

"Good morning Ed- oh dear, you do not look well." Her expression shifts from its usual open greeting to wide-eyed concern. Eddie can't help but let out a depreciating chuckle.

"Good morning to you too." He opens the door wider to let her into the house as she continues to direct judgment on the state of his health.

"Eddie, honey, are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, of course. Just a headache, I probably just didn't drink enough water yesterday." He brushes her off absently and is about to head back to the dining room where he can hear Chris shuffling about but he is quickly brought to a standstill by Carla pressing the back of her hand against his forehead and humming apprehensively.

"You're a bit warm." She frowns at him again. "You're working today?"

"Yeah, I'll be leaving just behind you." Still trying to shake off the shock of Carla's hand making contact with his clammy skin. The last time someone took his temperature like that, with that level of care and attention, was probably his Abeula and Eddie was probably all of fourteen. The frown on Carla's face deepens and Eddie knows he's in for a fight.

"You should stay home, Honey."

"I'm fine Carla, honestly." He turns to walk back into the house and as if the world turns against him in an instant, his vision blurs and he's suddenly very dizzy. He thrusts out a hand to right himself against the wall and manages to catch himself before he stumbles. It's too late though, Carla lets out a self-satisfied laugh from behind him.

"Okay, no you are not going anywhere." She carefully plucks his coffee mug from the hand that isn't still pressed against the wall and he barely suppresses a whine. "Go sit down Eddie, and call Bobby. You can't go to work like this."

"But-"

"Go." And she makes the same shooing motion that he made at Christopher not even half an hour ago. It does not feel so good to be on the receiving end.

Reluctantly, Eddie shuffles into the living room and sinks down on the couch. For a moment he stares blankly down at his phone in his hands. Maybe if he holds it off long enough he can convince Carla that he'll make the call after she leaves and then he can still sneak out to work, she wouldn't know.

She would know.

Bobby picks up after the third ring.

"Morning Eddie, everything alright? Is Christopher okay?" Once again Eddie is reminded of how grateful he is for the people he has surrounded himself with since moving to LA.

"Yes, no, Chris is good, he's great. I'm not going to be able to come in today though. Or more, Carla won't let me go." He leans forward on his knees, resting his forehead in one hand as he holds his phone to his ear with the other. His head still feels like it’s spinning.

"Oh? Are you okay?" Bobby's voice is filled with concern in an instant.

"Yeah, just a headache and a bit dizzy. I've probably caught Chris's cold. I'm sure it’ll clear up by tomorrow."

"Okay, well you take today and see how you get on, let me know if you need a few more days okay? You take care of yourself, Eddie."

"Thanks, Cap." Eddie smiles softly. "I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, Bye Eddie. Let us know if you need anything."

"Will do. Bye, Bobby. Thanks."

Bobby hangs up and Eddie doesn't move straight away, letting his phone fall onto his lap as he rests the palms of his hands against his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. If he's not going to work then he might as well take Chris to school himself, and let Carla have her day to herself.

He's just about to force himself off the couch when Christopher comes into the room with Carla in tow.

"Don't you even think about moving." She warns and Chris sinks into the couch beside him, gently wrapping his arms around Eddie's middle.

"Are you sick?" He has got those big eyes again, the ones the size of dinner plates that turn Eddie’s heart to mush. "Did I make you sick?"

"No, Buddy, of course not. I'm okay." Eddie promises, he tucks Chris further into his side and presses a kiss to his soft curls. "I will be okay. I just need some more sleep. But first, we need to get you to school."

Again he tries to stand up only to find Carla's hand pressing heavily on his shoulder as she all but forces him back into the seat and puts a new mug on the coffee table in front of him. The contents certainly doesn’t smell like coffee and he knows that she catches the way his nose wrinkles against his will.

"It's herbal tea. It won't kill you, in fact, it will make you feel better. And don't you worry about Christopher, I will get him to school. We've got this haven't we, Sunshine?" And Chris grins up at her.

"Yup! You stay here and get better Dad."

"Okay, Buddy." Eddie relents, there's no way he's winning this one and honestly, he's running out of willpower to fight anyway. The heavy feeling is returning to his limbs and he's starting to become concerned by the fact that there are apparently two Carlas standing in front of him where a moment ago there had only been one.

He gives his head a light shake to try and clear his vision though it has little effect. He kisses the crown of Christopher's head again and gives him a tight squeeze before letting him up off the couch.

"Have a good day, Kiddo."

"Bye Dad, love you."

"I love you too, I'll see you when you get home," Eddie replies, his chest filled with warmth and love for his perfect boy.

"Okay, bye!" And then Chris is gone from the room and grabbing his school bag from the hook by the front door.

Carla remains for a moment, watching Eddie carefully. "You behave yourself alright. Look after yourself. Have you talked to Buck?"

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Buck's working, I'll call him later, maybe. I'm sure Bobby will tell the rest of the crew that I won't be in anyway."

Carla frowns but shakes her head.

"Okay, well I need to get your boy on his way. Call if you need anything okay." She turns a soft look onto him and he relents.

"I will, thank you." And she smiles softly and squeezes his shoulders as she leaves.

"Of course Eddie, any time."

She glances around the room quickly to make sure Christopher hasn't forgotten anything before she too leaves the room.

"Drink your tea!" She throws over her shoulder just before she closes the door behind her and Eddie sinks back into the couch with a hollow groan.

_____

Eddie's truck isn't in the car park when Buck pulls up to work and already he can tell that today is going to suck. He tries not to panic though, maybe Eddie is just running late.

With a pit in his stomach, Buck grabs his duffle bag from the passenger seat, locks the jeep behind him, and traipses into the firehouse and up the stairs to the loft. Chimney and Hen are both already there, peering at something on Chimney's phone at one end of the table, and Bobby is in the kitchen prepping breakfast. There is still no sign of Eddie.

Bobby looks up as Buck comes into the kitchen and he straightens and raps his knuckles on the benchtop, getting the attention of both Hen and Chimney.

"Eddie called in sick this morning," He announces. "So, we're a man down today, at least until lunchtime. One of the guys from B-shift will be in to cover at midday but until then it's just us."

Buck’s stomach drops. That is considerably worse than being stuck in traffic or running late.

"What? Is- is he okay?"

"He said he's fine, he thinks he might have caught Christopher's cold," Bobby assures him but then he must see the stricken look on Buck's face before he's able to hide it and he sighs and pats Buck on the shoulder as he leaves the kitchen. "He's fine Buck, I'm sure he'll be back in a day or so."

Buck frowns but nods his head as he dishes himself some breakfast and takes his plate to the table. He pulls his phone out under the table and quickly fires a text to Eddie.

TO: EDDIE CELL

hey you good?

do you need me to pick you up anything after shift?

He leaves his phone face up on the table as he picks up his fork and shoves a bit of hash brown into his mouth, watching the screen closely for Eddie's reply. A reply that still hasn't arrived when Buck finishes his breakfast. He’s just about to call Eddie when the alarm goes off, the shrill ringing echoing throughout the building.

_____

For once Buck is grateful he was only rostered on for a twelve-hour shift today. Eddie was supposed to be on for a twenty-four so Christopher should be at Tia Pepa's tonight, Carla would have dropped him there after school.

After not being able to get through to Eddie all day, Buck had called Carla during a brief moment of downtime and she had assured him that she had gotten Christopher to school and would still pick him up at the end of the day. When he asked about Eddie she had said that he seemed okay that morning if very tired and groggy.

As soon as his shift ends and he's waved goodbye to the others Buck is grabbing his duffle and making a beeline for his Jeep.

He still hasn't heard from Eddie and it is becoming a cause for concern. Eddie is notorious for having his phone glued into his back pocket in case anything happens to Christopher and someone tries to contact him. Considering the number of texts Buck has sent him throughout the day to check on him, all of which have gone unanswered, Buck is more than a little perturbed.

On his way to Eddie's house, he swings past the pharmacy, buys a bunch of random things off the shelf marked Cold & Flu, and gets an astonished look from the cashier as he the piles of boxes and bottles onto the counter. He knows it's probably overkill, but he doesn't know what he is going to be walking into and he wants to be prepared.

He lets himself in when he gets to Eddie's house, leaving his Jeep parked in the driveway.

The house is quiet. The first sign that something is wrong. Eddie isn’t exactly the sort to sleep the day away. Usually, he takes any time he has with the house to himself to catch up on chores. More than once Buck has been roped into loads of laundry or deep cleaning the bathroom. Admittedly Buck did all of this without complaint because he sees any time he gets to spend with Eddie as a gift from the universe and he is a thirsty man. He did draw the line at washing Eddie’s curtains, for the second time in one month.

But still, the house is quiet, and there is a half-full coffee mug sitting on the kitchen counter and Buck’s heart rate is picking up in his chest as he tries to squash his rising panic.

“Eddie?” He calls out as he toes his shoes off and dumps his duffle bag in the entryway. Eddie will surely berate him for leaving his stuff laying around later but right now he has bigger issues. The last time he had come to Eddie’s house and found him unresponsive behind his locked bedroom door had not been an enjoyable experience for either of them and Buck prays to all things holy that he is not about to find Eddie having another breakdown.

When he does spot Eddie, he is curled in a ball on his couch with his arms tucked up to his chest and his eyes squeezed shut. He is stiff as a board but Buck can see the shiver quaking across the plains of his shoulders even from across the room.

Buck rushes to his side, quickly dropping to his knees next to the couch and trying to get his face in Eddie’s line of sight.

“Eddie? Hey man, you good?”

He gets no response. Eddie’s hands are fisted into the front of his own shirt and his knuckles are white as a sheet. It’s then that Buck takes in just how pale Eddie is. His usual olive complexion is looking washed out and creamy in the bright light of his living room.

“Eddie? Come on, can you hear me? Eds?”

Last time, when he found Eddie rocking back and forth on his bedroom floor and barely responsive with a baseball bat clutched between his hands, Buck had known better than to try and touch him before Eddie was able to tether himself back to reality. Right now though, with Eddie looking almost catatonic and completely unresponsive, Buck is running out of alternatives. Bobby had said that Eddie had claimed to have a cold that morning and so that is where Buck decides to start. Vitals and symptoms, follow protocol. That he can do.

He reaches out gingerly and lays the back of his hand against Eddie’s forehead. Buck’s not sure who flinches more, Eddie at the sudden contact, or Buck at how hot Eddie’s skin is. He’s burning up and yet Buck can still see the way he is shivering as his muscles spasm under his t-shirt.

“Eddie! Hey, come on man.” Buck rubs the palm of his hand firmly between Eddie’s shoulder blades and back and forth across his shoulders. Buck’s heart is pounding behind his ribcage and his tongue feels heavy in his mouth. Finally, he gets a strangled groan in response and sees Eddie’s eyes shift behind his eyelids.

“Hey, hey, that’s it. Hey, Buddy, you gotta wake up for me. Come on Eddie.” He continues rubbing his hand back and forth as he reaches out to brush the damp curls of Eddie’s fringe back off his forehead.

Buck swears he cannot be held accountable for the way his heart reacted the first time he saw Eddie with his new, In therapy, Working on myself, haircut. The way his palms started sweating and his throat got tighter was instantly passed off as just being happy to see Eddie after weeks of awkward phone calls and canceled plans post-Eddie leaving the 118. Now he knows better but still doesn’t find it productive to think about the way the new trim seemed to make Eddie’s already big brown eyes look wider and the way Buck feels like he would drown in them if given the chance. He knows firsthand the way the molten chocolate can suck you in and never let you go and he would be hopeless and loath to resist.

Finally, Eddie’s eyelids flutter and the barest slither of his eyes peeks through.

“That’s it. Hi, it’s me, it’s Buck.” He feels the need to clarify why anyone other than Buck would be standing in Eddie's living room on a Friday night. Eddie groans again and tries to tuck his face into the couch cushions as he lets his eyes slip shut again. “No, no, no. You gotta stay with me, Eds. Look at me, look at me.”

Buck slides his hand down the side of Eddie’s face, ignoring the clammy way that sweat sits against his skin as he cups Eddie's cheek and tilts his head back up again. He winds an arm slowly around Eddie’s back and tries to leverage him into a sitting position.

“Come on lazy bones, work with me here.” Eddie only groans again and his face screws up in discomfort. “Yeah, yeah. I’m a horrible person waking you up from your nap. You will thank me later.”

He can see the moment that Eddie starts to come around, once he’s sat upright and the blood isn’t all rushing to his head. His chin tries to lull against his chest but Buck props it up gently, one hand still firmly against his cheek while the other curls around the side of his ribs, squeezing gently.

“There we go, that’s it.”

“Buck?” Eddie mumbles though it comes out more like Buhhm.

“Yeah, Baby, it’s me. I’m right here.” The pet name slips out and Bucks rushes to cover his tracks, hoping that Eddie doesn’t notice in his woozy state. Buck already has one crisis to deal with right now. “How are you feeling? You don’t look too hot.”

Eddie grumbles something that Buck thinks is a snide remark about his level of attractiveness and as mentioned, one crisis at a time. Besides, the patent Diaz Sarcasm is a good sign.

“I can’t believe you were going to try and go to work today. Carla said she pretty much had to force you to stay home.” Buck chuckles.

“She’s scary,” Eddie grumbles as his head hangs heavily in Buck’s hold, if Buck didn’t know better he would almost think that Eddie was trying to nuzzle into him but it is just the fever reacting, he’s sure. “-feel fine.”

“Really?” Buck puts on his most astounded voice, “This is what you call fine. Wow, I would hate to see you at anything less than fine.” He’s sure that if Eddie were any more coherent he would be rolling his eyes and pretending not to be amused.

“Well, I guess you don’t need me then. If you’re fine.” Buck makes to pull away and Eddie makes a disagreeable noise.

“Buck,” He draws the name out as he finally turns those big brown eyes up to look directly at Buck. “My head hurts.” He admits, sounding like a petulant five-year-old, and Buck melts.

“I know, Baby.” Oh, sue him. It’s not often he gets to indulge in coddling Eddie. Let him have this. “Hey, I’m gonna get you some water, okay, but you gotta stay awake for me. Can you do that?”

Eddie stares at him blankly for a minute before he seems to shake himself out of the awed state he was in. He seems just as surprised to see Buck in his living room as Buck was to find him trying to become one with his couch cushions.

"Mmh, yeah. I'll try." He eventually replies.

"Okay, that's good. I'll be back in two seconds, just keep your eyes open." Buck barely waits for Eddie's grumbled affirmative before he's ducking out of the room and heads for the kitchen. He returns a moment later with one of Christopher's water bottles in one of his hands and a packet of the Advil he brought at the pharmacy in the other.

"Okay hotshot let's get some of the good stuff in you and then we'll try food yeah?" Buck crouched down in front of Eddie, dutifully ignoring how close he is to Eddie as he kneels between his knees and tucks the bottle into Eddie's hand while he pops two pills out of their foil sleeve.

Eddie hands the water bottle back to him when he is finished drinking and has swallowed the tablets. Buck takes it from him and turns to put the coffee table behind him but doesn't move from where he is kneeling on the floor. When he turns back Eddie is still looking at him and his eyes are a little bit glassy.

“Why are you here?” Eddie asks carefully, his voice barely above a whisper as if he is afraid he will scare Buck away if he speaks too loudly or says the wrong thing. As if there was anything Eddie could do to scare Buck away.

Carefully he reaches out and grips each of Eddie's knees with his hands and tips his head up under Eddie’s line of sight. “Because you’re sick and you didn’t tell me. Because you spent the last twelve hours passed out on your couch and obviously can’t take care of yourself right now.”

“I can, I’m fine,” As if to prove it Eddie moves to push himself up off the couch and Buck can see the moment his head starts spinning and he collapses back onto the cushions and brings his hands up to press at his temples. “Okay, maybe not fine.”

He sounds so resigned like he's more annoyed at being proved wrong than he is at being sick. Buck has to stifle a laugh as he reaches up and grips each of Eddie’s wrists and pulls them away from his head.

“Hey, we’ll have you up and dancing in no time. But first, you need food and a night of proper sleep. Preferably in your bed and not on this couch. It’s really not as comfortable as you think it is.” Buck isn't complaining, he would sleep on Eddie’s couch for the rest of his life just to be able to bask in the domestic, homely presence that is Eddie and Christopher's house.

“Okay.” Eddie agrees and Buck squeezes his shoulders on his way to standing. A quick reassurance that he will be back soon.

In the kitchen, he finds a tub of vegetable soup in the freezer that he had dropped off when Christopher was sick, and a loaf of bread twisted shut and left sitting on the counter. He puts a couple of slices of bread in the toaster whilst he thaws and reheats the soup. He also finds a box of Carla’s herbal tea sitting pointedly beside the coffee machine and quickly boils some water to make Eddie a cup to go with his soup and toast. No doubt Eddie will complain. Regardless of the state of his health, the man almost exclusively drinks coffee and orange juice and has been known to downright refuse to drink almost anything else, besides water.

Unsurprisingly Eddie turns up his nose as soon as he sees Buck returning with a mug of tea in one hand and the plate of toast in the other. He’ll go back to the soup in a minute when the microwave finishes.

“No, come on Buck. Carla already made me drink that this morning.” Eddie whinges.

“Well then you know it’s good for you.” He counters and Eddie rolls his eyes but excepts the mug with a resigned sigh and warms his hands on the sides while Buck places the toast on the coffee table. He takes the now empty water bottle back to the kitchen with him when he hears the microwave beep.

Eddie is still staring forlornly into the top of his cup of tea when Buck returns and the bowl of soup joins the toast on the table while Buck perches himself carefully on the couch next to Eddie.

“Hey,” Buck prompts and places his palm open against Eddie’s back in between his shoulder blades. Eddie’s skin is more than warm even through his t-shirt, which is a little bit damp with the sweat of Eddie’s flu. Had it been anyone else Buck might have found it a little bit gross but it’s Eddie . “What’s bouncing around in the empty brain of yours?”

Eddie shakes his head but leans back into his hand and Buck runs it reassuringly up and down his spine with even pressure.

“Eddie? Hey, talk to me man.” He tucks his chin down to try and catch Eddie’s eye but the other man abandons his mug of tea on the table to run the heels of his hands up his face and covers his eyes. Buck waits patiently and after a moment Eddies lets out a deep sigh and drops his hands from his face but continues staring straight ahead.

“I’m tired,” He says finally, his shoulders digging under the weight of the admission, “I’m tired, I hate being sick. And I miss Christopher.”

Since The Baseball Bat Incident a few months ago Eddie has been working on communicating his actual thoughts and feelings more. It is something Frank originally encouraged him to do to become more aware of his own emotions and to allow those around him to help him validate them. Even though it sometimes takes a moment of hesitation for Eddie to share what he’s thinking, Buck’s heart squeezes with pride every time Eddie willingly shares it with him, even if Eddie tries to downplay it or thinks it's irrational.

“I know, being sick isn’t any fun and I miss Christopher too,” Buck slides his hand across Eddies back and wraps it around his shoulders, and pulls Eddie in against his side. “But he will be home in the morning and then we can spend all day watching Disney movies and playing Mario Cart. The sooner you eat and get to bed the sooner that will be though.”

Buck tucks his chin over Eddie’s shoulder as Eddie leans further into his side and tips his head to rest against Buck’s. Buck matches his breathing and Eddie takes a few deep breaths through an obviously blocked nose, waiting for Eddie to pull away first. Though he’s making good progress with so verbal communication, Eddie still struggles to ask for physical comfort when he needs it. Thankfully that is something that Buck has no qualms in giving freely and in abundance.

Eventually, Eddie sits up straight again and reaches up to squeeze the hand that Buck has around his shoulder.

“Okay, but I am not drinking that leaf water.”

“Yes, you are.”

“ Fine .”

Buck removes his arm but stays pressed along Eddie’s side on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee.

_____

Eventually, Eddie does manage to down the whole mug of herbal tea, though he pulls a terrible face with every mouthful. Buck knows that most of it is just for show. His friend is nothing if not dramatic, and yet he has been trying to blame some of Christopher's recently developing sass on Buck’s influence.

"Feel better?" Buck prompt when Eddie puts his empty soup bowl on the table next two the empty plate and mug.

"I feel full."

"Well, that's a good start. Do you think you can make it to your room? I'll just take these dishes to the kitchen."

"Yeah, yeah I'll be fine." Eddie tries for conviction and falls short but Buck doesn't call him on it.

"Okay, I'll give you a minute." He cups the back of Eddie's neck as he stands up from the couch, he's still concerningly warm but not as bad as when Buck first arrived. He leaves Eddie on the couch and carries the dishes to the kitchen, quickly rinsing them and vowing to wash them properly before he makes his bed on the couch. He has no plans to go anywhere tonight but first things first, he needs to get Eddie to bed.

When he returns to the living room he finds Eddie still sitting on the couch. He's perched on the edge of the seat like he's preparing to stand up but his head is between his hands and his eyes are closed.

"How's the bedtime routine going?"

"Tried. Too dizzy." Eddie groans and rubs his temples.

"Okay, okay. I got you." Buck's feet carry him across the room to stand in front of Eddie as he reaches out both of his hands. Eddie looks up, takes a deep breath, and then winces as he reaches back and grabs Buck's forearms, allowing himself to be pulled slowly to his feet.

Once standing, Eddie sways concerningly and Buck quickly throws Eddie's arm over his shoulders and tucks himself into Eddie's side, propping him up steadily.

"Woah, okay. Easy, easy." He wraps his arm around Eddie's back and squeezes his side reassuringly. "Let's take this slowly, okay? One foot in front of the other. I've got you."

They make it halfway down the hallway before Eddie tenses up and he abruptly stops Buck in his tracks.

"Wait, wait! Stop." He is pale as a sheet and his eyes are unfocused.

"Okay, okay. Deep breaths, in through your nose, out through your mouth." Buck instructs trying to keep nausea at bay. "That's it, you're doing good."

"I'm sorry." Eddie whims. "I just-"

"No. No sorrys. You're okay." Buck assures him. "I've got you. Nowhere I'd rather be, okay?"

He's giving too much away, if Eddie were fully coherent, conscious enough to read into Buck's words and actions even a little bit, he would surely see every truth written plainly across Buck's face. Every terrifying emotion Buck feels towards him coating every word. Maybe he still knows. Buck is getting worse and worse at hiding it, at pretending that the way he feels for Eddie, the way he cares for him, still falls in the category of 'just dudes being bros'. The way Buck cares for Eddie has been anything but platonic for a long time now.

And Eddie being sick, Eddie barely able to stay on his own two feet, has Buck's heart breaking at every shaky step. They stand still in the middle of the hallway, the light of the moonlight and the street lamps barely spilling from the living room window.

"Glad you're here." It is the quietest whisper, barely audible over the pounding in Buck's chest and his heart leaps unbidden. Eddie sinks more heavily into Buck's hold and he quickly has to rearrange his grip to keep him upright.

“Nowhere I’d rather be,” Buck repeats and tucks his chin into Eddie’s shoulder, pressing his forehead against the side of his head as Eddie breaths deeply. Eventually, Eddie nods and squeezes his forearm and they start moving down the hallway again.

Buck sits Eddie down on the edge of his bed and waits for him to right himself and stop swaying before he digs into Eddie's draws and finds him a pair of sweat shorts and a t-shirt. He leaves them on the bed beside Eddie, instructing him to get changed while Buck does the same and excuses himself to the bathroom, grabbing a top and shorts from Eddie's draws for himself as he passes.

Once changed, Buck stands in front of the mirror in Eddie's bathroom, toying with the material of the t-shirt between his fingers as he glances from the fraying hem up to his own reflection. The material is worn soft and stretches over Buck's shoulders in an obscene way. It even smells like Eddie, like the scent-free laundry detergent that he buys because it doesn't irritate Christopher's skin, like the soft, warm scented cologne that Karen got him for Christmas last year, and like that distinctly Eddie thing that Buck can never identify but always makes he feel at home. It causes his stomach to roll and his heart to squeeze in his chest.

He leans his palms against the bench and takes a long deep breath through his nose and lets it out again slowly.

Eddie is resting back against the headboard of his bed when Buck returns to the bedroom. Buck smiles at him softly when he lifts his head and Eddie returns it quietly. His eyes look clearer than when Buck left him, the change of scenery and the cool temperature of Eddie’s bedroom probably helping to clear his head a bit.

“Are you gonna be okay?” Buck asks as he makes quick work of closing the curtains and making sure that the water bottle Eddie often keeps by his bed is full. Maybe he should find some Advil for him too. “Do you still feel queasy?”

Eddie glances up from where he has been fiddling with his hands and shakes his head slowly.

“No, I’m okay now I think.”

“Okay.” Buck takes one more quick glance around the room, “Okay, that's good. Well, I’ll be in the living room if you need me. Seriously, please just wake me up if you start feeling worse again.”

Eddie stares at him blankly and Buck decides that he’s probably too tired to process much of what Buck is saying so he claps his hands in front of himself and makes for the door.

“Right, I will leave you to-”

“Stay."

Buck's head shoots up so quickly that his neck aches. He looks at Eddie, sitting quietly in his bed, his legs half under the covers and his hands folded tightly together in his lap.

"What?" Buck says intelligently.

"Stay. You said the couch isn't comfortable.” Eddie takes a pause and after a moment, “And I want you to stay.”

“Eddie, you-”

“Buck.” Those wide, brown eyes. Oh, how Buck crumbles before them.

"You sure?" Buck presses and Eddie nods firmly.

"Please, Buck.” And who is Buck to say No to an offer like that?

Slowly he rounds to the other side of the bed as Eddie situates himself fully under the covers and lays down with the blankets pulled snuggly under his chin. Buck still hesitates as he pulls back the covers on the other side of the bed and perches on the edge of the mattress.

It's not the first time they've shared a bed. They did it for months during quarantine but that was out of necessity and short of building a pillow wall between them, they had kept to their own sides of the bed. Any accidental koala-like behavior was quickly brushed off in the morning and never spoken about.

"Buck." He glances down at Eddie and finds those comforting eyes staring back at him, nothing but softness in Eddie's expression. And when Eddie reaches over and grasps Buck's wrist, tugging lightly, Buck is hopeless to resist and quickly slides under the covers.

"You better not get me sick too," Buck says for the sake of something to say.

“No promises.” Eddie jokes and Buck hums accusingly.

They are both quiet for a long moment, laying side by side under Eddie’s soft green covers, Eddie's fingers still circling Buck’s wrist. His grip isn't very tight but it is firm enough that Buck knows he is not going to let go.

“Thank you,” Eddie whispers into the darkness. “For coming, for staying.”

“Always.” Buck replies and in a moment of complete insanity shifts his hand so that he can slip Eddie’s fingers from around his wrist and grip them between his own. He hears Eddie’s breath catch and then he squeezes back and some of the pressure on Buck’s chest alleviates.

_____

When Buck wakes up the sun is streaming through the gap between Eddie's bedroom curtains and Eddie is sprawled across Buck's chest, his head tucked comfortably beneath his chin and his arms wrapped snugly around Buck's waist. Buck takes stock and finds that his own arms are firmly around Eddie, holding him in place and even with the weight of a full-grown man on top of him, Buck has never been so comfortable.

Very slowly Buck retracts one hand from under the covers and presses the back of his hand to Eddie's forehead. The sigh of relief he lets out is completely unintentional. Eddie's fever broke at some point during the night and the color is already returning to his cheeks. God, even Eddie's immune system is a drama queen, having such a meltdown over a twenty-four-hour flu. Buck isn't the least bit surprised.

Eddie stirs on top of him and nuzzles his face more firmly against Buck’s throat in a way that means he is sure to feel the way that Buck’s pulse beats erratically against his skin. Buck takes a deep, controlled breath and lets it out slowly through his nose. His breath ruffles Eddie's hair and the other man snuffles and shifts on top of Buck.

Buck is contemplating extracting himself from Eddie's hold when suddenly wide brown eyes are staring into his own and he is locked into a staring match with a very confused and suddenly very awake Eddie Diaz.

"Buck?" Eddie lifts one arm from where it was resting against Buck's side to rub at his eyes as if he doesn't recognize Buck from half a foot in front of his face.

Buck isn't sure how he is supposed to respond either. Did Eddie's fever-fogged brain forget everything from the day before? Has he woken up with some sort of fever-induced amnesia?

"Ah, Yes?" Buck says dumbly as he continues to stare into Eddie's eyes, suddenly unable to make any of his limbs respond.

Eddie squints back at him for a moment, obviously taking stock of their proximity but also not making any moves to pull away or extract himself from Buck's hold.

"You are in my bed." It's a statement that sounds like a question and Buck's heart drops to his stomach.

"You wouldn't let me sleep on the couch." He eventually responds.

Eddie continues to watch him carefully for a moment before he nods like that makes sense and almost instantly collapses back down on top of Buck's chest, tucking himself comfortably under his chin and snaking his arms around his waist.

"Good." He says with a content sigh. "Should have told you to stop sleeping there ages ago. Your legs are too long."

Buck's barely awake brain ticks over as it tries to equate what sounds like Eddie not wanting Buck to stay at his house anymore with the present act of Eddie trying to bury himself in Buck's ribcage.

"I can hear you overthinking, Buckley." Buck squirms when Eddie pokes him soundly in the ribs. "I wasn't trying to insinuate anything."

After a moment Buck lets himself relax back into the mattress and rests his hand softly between Eddie's shoulder blades, deciding that if Eddie isn't going to acknowledge the way they have pretzeled themselves together beneath his bed sheets then he will also bask in it while he has the chance.

"How are you feeling?"

"A bit groggy, thirsty. But a lot better than yesterday."

There's a pause before Eddie continues, his voice barely above a whisper but Buck can feel the way it rumbles through his chest.

"Thank you," He presses his hand against the curve of Buck's waist, his fingertips brushing along the hem of his shirt. Buck barely suppresses a shiver as goose bumps wash across his skin. "For looking after me."

"Always."

Buck rubs his hand up and down Eddie's back, feeling the knobs of his spine beneath his palm and the way his muscles shift under the fabric of his t-shirt.

Birds chirp outside the window, a car drives down the street and one of the neighbor's kids rolls past on their skateboard. The world is waking up around them and yet Buck and Eddie draw closer to each other. Tucked together like two interlocking puzzle pieces, Buck's chin resting on the top of Eddie's head, Eddie's hands fisted into Buck's shirt.

"Hey, Buck?"

Buck hums in response, his eyes slipping shut as he lets the warmth of Eddie's embrace sink down into his bones.

"Do you wanna come to pick Chris up with me later? We can maybe take him to the park for the afternoon or watch that Disney movies he's been obsessed with."

"Encanto?"

"Yeah, that one." Eddie nods against his chest and slowly fingers at the sleeve of Buck's shirt, his fingertips brushing against Buck's bicep in delicate, unintentional strokes. "You could stay for dinner if you want and maybe here again tonight, with me? Not on the couch."

Eddie rushes through the end of his question as quickly as the words reach Buck's ear and he's suddenly wide awake and sitting upright. Eddie is thrown off of him and starts picking at the bed sheets, avoiding Buck's startled gaze.

"Eddie? Eddie, what are you-?"

"Look, I hate it when you go back to your loft, okay? The house feels like it's missing something, someone, when you're not here and it feels more like a home when you are. I want you to belong here, with us. With me."

"I just-," Eddie lets out a resigned sigh, glancing up at Buck before quickly looking away again. "I want you here, Buck. Always. So does Christopher. He was complaining this morning about having to have cereal for breakfast because you weren't here for pancakes."

There's a depreciating chuckle before he continues. Eddie's shoulders are stiff and square, the relaxed and openly affectionate state he had woken up in nowhere to be seen.

"Eddie, I -." Buck's heart is pounding in his chest and if he could find the strength he would pinch himself because surely he is either dreaming or completely misinterpreting Eddie's words.

"It's okay, maybe I read this all wrong," He's rushing his words again, covering his tracks. Buck can see his walls coming up around him in real time, "And if that's the case then I won't bring it up again. I just- I couldn't let you leave again without you knowing. Not after this, not now that I know what it's like to wake up in your arms and know that I want to be able to do that for the rest of my life."

With an almost completely closed off gaze, Eddie finally glances up to met Buck's eyes, obviously trying to gage his reaction.

"Then stay." Eddie is facing him fully now, sitting cross-legged next to Buck's hip and cupping his hand over the ball of his shoulder before slipping it up to clasp the side of Buck's neck. "Please stay."

"You- Are you sure? I didn't even know you- Eds, I want that too."

There's a glint of hope and it almost takes Buck's breath away.

"Okay." Buck can't fight the grin that spreads across his face so quickly his cheeks hurt instantly. "You mean it? Truly?"

Their heads slowly draw closer to each other.

"I love you," Eddie says in lieu of an answer, and that about covers it. Buck tips himself over the last remaining inch to press his lips against Eddie's.

In that same instant, Eddie presses his hand over Buck's mouth, stopping him in his tracks.

"No, wait! You'll get sick!"

"Don't care." Buck grabs Eddie's wrist and pulls his hand away, cupping his other hand around Eddie's cheek and tipping their foreheads together.

"You should." Eddie laughs, bright and free and the most beautiful sound Buck has ever heard. And it tastes just as good as it sounds as finally Buck kisses him.

There are no fireworks or orchestral swells, but it's warm and soft, and still perfect. Heat rushes through Buck's chest and his toes tingle as Eddie kisses back with just as much intent. Buck tips his head to the side, using the hand still resting against Eddie's chin to guide their movements and deepen the kiss. After a moment Eddie pulls away, an awestruck giggle escaping his lips.

"You really will get sick." He says again, trying to reason with him even as he fights to keep the grin off his face. "And I won't be any good at taking care of you. I can't even make you soup."

"Still don't care." He presses another short peck against Eddie's lips, reveling in the way it makes his grin widen and Buck's own smile only matches it. "But for what it's worth, you already take care of me, always."

"Always." Eddie agrees, his cheeks are glowing with warmth and his smile is still firmly in place. He looks happy, he looks healthier and Buck feels settled.

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finelinevogue · 3 years ago

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Hey could u do a blurb of someone probably Mitch or sara or Jeff or Lambert walking in on reader and Harry backstage having sex? Like reader would be so embarrassed and Harry would take it very lightly. And the person walking in teases them all the time about it. Thank you so much. Love 💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟 ur writing.

anon: What about Post-concert love making?

okay so i guess we’re doing this *smiles cheekily* ;

The “whale” was back.

Right at the end of Kiwi, Harry filled his mouth with cool water and sprayed it into the air like a fountain of energy, later it would look like a fountain of love as captured on camera by a fan.

Harry ran off the stage, fans following closely behind in what looked like a stampede almost. He grabbed a black mask from one of his security guards and put it on whilst he started running off backstage. He waved to a couple of fans and blew kisses to as many people as he could, still so very high on adrenaline. When he saw you in his line of vision, his adrenaline only increased. He thought about all that he was about to do to you and swore his cock had never ached so desperately.

He ran past you, grabbing tight onto your hand as he did so forcing you to run with him. Luckily for you, you were only wearing trainers so didn’t feel like you were about to fall over in heels.

“What….” You laughed, not knowing whether Harry could even hear you behind your mask but you underestimated him.

“Just come w’me.” He pulled you further backstage, passing Jeff along the way.

“1 hour before we leave.” Jeff made clear to Harry, knowing your boyfriend had a track record of not keeping an eye on time when it came to intimate activities with you.

“Got it!” Harry shouted back as he continued to run, you behind him.

“1 hour!” Jeff shouted again, emphasising every syllable. Harry laughed and waved him goodbye as he rounded a corner with you.

You both ran down the corridor and took another left, before Harry punched in the code to his dressing room door rapidly and pushed you both in so fast everything was a blur of bodies and pink. Because yes, Harry’s outfit was pink. As soon as the door shut behind you, Harry pushed you against the door, unhooking your mask and throwing it in the bin - same with his, before smashing his lips to yours. His lips were sweaty and the unshaved hairs were bristly against your mouth, but you loved it so fucking much.

“Fuck baby.” He leaned against your lips, pinning his hands either side of your head on the door as his lips took control over yours. His body was a distance away from you, but you pushed yourself into him by gripping the back of his neck and caving yourself into him. He felt so good against you. His body so wet and hard. His torso was glistening in the golden light and he looked so much like a God.

“Did so good tonight, babe.” You talked against his lips.

“Ssh ssh.” Harry whispered, making you stop for a brief moment to listen to him, “Praise me later, love me now.” And you smashed your lips back onto his, pulling yourself even further onto his body so his arms had to go around your waist to support you both. His hands felt warm and flush against your cooler skin and it gave you so many goosebumps it was unnatural. He lifted you up with the strength of his muscular arms and carried you over to the dressing table, kissing you continuously. He put you down safely in a clear spot and untangled his arms around your waist to spread open your legs. Lucky for him, you were wearing a skirt.

His face looked up at yours and smirked. That damn smirk.

“Gonna ruin you m’heart.” How could his words me so corrupted and so sweet at the same time? You didn’t have much time to continue mentally answering that question though, as his fingers pulled aside your panties and his tongue was straight to licking you dry.

“Shit!” You screamed out and Harry brought his other hand up to cover over your mouth to keep you quiet, not needing this moment to be disrupted by someone barging in because they thought something was wrong.

“Shut up and take it like the good girl you are.” He whispered against your sensitive pussy, making your folds flutter and your insides swarm with butterflies. No one could ever make you feel the way your Harry did. Ever. “Taste too good.” He moaned against you, swirling his tongue all over you. In and out. Up and down. He concentrated on your clit until he could feel your legs already beginning to shake. Clearly you had already been close to your release just by watching him perform. He felt the same way just looking at you whilst singing songs like Watermelon Sugar and She.

His tongue destroyed you, pulsing in and out of you so fast until you could barely remember where you were. He was too fucking good at this, no wonder he wrote a song about it.

He left your cunt alone, standing up and making you whine in annoyance. His hand de-clamped from your mouth and he gave you a look like you thought too little of him if you thought he would just leave you this high and no release.

“H, please.” You begged, giving him your best puppy eyes. You were too focused on his hungry expression for you to notice that he was undoing his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring up against his chest. It was the wet noise of his cock hitting his toned abs that made you look down, gasping when you did. It was so thick and the veins were pulsing so proudly. You were so desperate for it, your pussy between your thighs wanting some sort of attention.

“See what you do to me?” He asked rhetorically but you nodded anyways, licking your lips as you looked at his throbbing cock eagerly.

“Want you.”

“Yeah? Y’want me and m’cock?”

“Please.”

He shifted himself forwards slightly, pumping his cock ready in one hand whilst pushing your panties to the side with his other. You moved forwards on the vanity so that you were perching on the edge. The first tip of his cock at your entrance made you breathless, jumping when you felt that sensitive connection between you two.

He pushed himself in slowly, making sure he filled you up completely. He took it slow so you could feel every vein and ever pulse of his cock, making you moan so deliciously when he was balls deep in you. You rested your palms on the vanity behind you and breathed out heavily to catch your breathe from this highly euphoric moment. Harry didn’t wait until you were ready to start pumping into you, pulling himself out of you only to forcefully thrust himself back in.

“Fuck.” He mumbled under his breathe, as one of his hands went to steady you at your waist whilst the other one picked up your thigh and rest it on his hip so he could angle himself better - deeper.

“Feel s’good.” You moaned out between your cries of ecstasy, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

“Feel even better wrapped around m’cock, baby. Been wanting this all night.” He continued to thrust harshly as he spoke, giving no room for adjustment but plenty for pleasure. You felt so good that you never wanted this to end. “The things you do to me… makes me wanna fuck you breathless.”

“Then do it.” You challenged him.

He took you up on that challenge, thrusting into you quicker than he had before and deeper too. You felt him in the pit of your stomach and man did he feel incredible. The wet sounds of skin slapping filled the room and you rolled your head back in the high of it all. Harry took this opportunity to lean forwards and kiss at your neck as much as he could, biting his love into your skin and staining his lips there so everyone knew you were his. He was so believably territorial sometimes. His pace was hard and fast, you high approaching quickly.

“Y’gonna cum, hm?” He asked, already knowing it was a yes.

“Please, need to. Please.” You begged him, moving your arms off the vanity and up around his neck to be closer to him. The movement made you both moan at the difference it made to your pleasures, feeling so warm and desired within the moment to thinking about much else.

“Yeah? Then cum f’me. Only f’me.”

“Just f’you.” You whispered, before kissing him tight as your orgasm overtook you, knowing your moans would’ve been overtly loud otherwise. He kissed you back with so much passion, you couldn’t work out whether it was love or lust or maybe both.

You felt cloud high.

Your lips parted and you both were trying your hardest to breathe, listening to each others heartbeat to sync up and calm down together. Harry kept pecking your lips as his release was still pulsing into inside of you, coating you with his thick cum that you’d no doubt be told to keep in you until he got you to the hotel room to lick it out. Your release left your toes tingling and your head empty, well apart from the dirty thoughts about the wonder man in front of you.

“Well that was—”

The door swung right open and in waltzed Jeff. Harry covered your body with his, still so deep inside of you. You tucked your head into Harry neck to hide you of this terrible and embarrassing moment. Harry’s arms tensed around you at the thought of someone seeing you right now, even though he was the one with his trousers down to his ankles.

“Jesus fuck…” Jeff shouted closing the door behind him over as he walked straight back out. “Lock the door next time.”

“What do you want?” Harry shouted, keeping you firmly encased in his protective hold.

“Plans changed. Need to go now.”

“How about 5 minutes?” Harry asked, knowing he needed some time to wash you clean and make sure you were alright to walk.

“Fine. But that’s all.” Jeff shouted and then you heard him walk away.

“That did not just happen.” You tried to convince yourself, laughing into Harrys neck.

“Just can’t help myself around you, can I?” Harry laughed, kissing the side of your head before he knew he had to get you two ready. Jeff would be back if not and he didn’t need his manager to see him buried deep inside of his girlfriend again.

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animeomegas · 3 years ago

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MY FELLOW ANON ARE VIOLATING MY EMOTIONS TODAY 😂 god I’m acc crying. Your writing is amazing. I’m gonna combat the sadness with a wholesome thing of them finding a pup in a bin (or something) a few months after the loss of the first pup (Neji is currently shut down entirely) is like “lol gimme”. Proceeds to take the pup home, put it in his nest scent the lil bean (gender is your choice) and just be like “yeah this mine now”. Any nay sayers are ignored bc it’s still his baby (maybe almost like his pup reincarnated 👀👀) regardless of how baby was obtained. Idk I just think my guy needs some positivity after life kicking the ever loving shit out of him

This is beautiful and you’re right, Neji deserves the world, but I’ll settle with a quiet life and some happiness for my boy!

Okay, so things haven’t been…good with Neji since you had to let your pup die to save him.

It has been two months and still he lays in his nest every day, sometimes crying, sometimes whining, but mostly just staring at nothing. He had incorporated a bunch of baby stuff (blankets, toys etc.) into his nest before he went to the hospital, in order to make his pup feel more at home in the nest when he was supposed to bring them back. You had tried to take them out to stop him having to be confronted with what happened in his safe space, but Neji almost attacked you for doing so, so you let him keep them.

But it’s very concerning when he spends hours at a time just stroking the pup's blankets and staring at nothing.

So, you decide to take Neji on a walk to get him out of the house. It would be his first time leaving the house since the funeral.

You go at night time, because Neji is still refusing any contact with anyone he knows and this way he’s less likely to be confronted when he isn’t ready for it. To make extra sure that you can be alone, you decide to walk around the edge of the woods around one of the quieter training grounds.

Neji doesn’t speak much, but he doesn’t whine or cry either, and the night air brings a little colour to his cheeks, and you’re so happy at the small improvements. It doesn’t matter how long it ends up taking him to feel better, you’ll be here with him the whole way.

…

“I was thinking about cooking something special next week,” you make idle conversation, not expecting Neji to reply. “It’s our anniversary after all, do you have any preference?”

Neji stops walking suddenly. His shoulders are tense.

“Neji?”

He hushes you harshly.

“I can hear…”

Without another word of warning, Neji makes his way a little further into the trees. You follow him, confused and worried.

“Byakugan!” he calls, scanning the area. He gasps as he scans over a nearby bush and immediately he drops to his knees beside it.

“Neji?” you ask, now more than a little concerned. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You watch as Neji pulls something out of the bush. He turns around with a bundle in his arms.

“It’s a pup,” Neji says, obviously shocked. You can’t blame him, you’re feeling more than a little shocked yourself. What on earth was a pup doing out here? “They’re freezing. Give me your jacket.”

Without hesitance, you quickly slip your jacket of and hand it to Neji who promptly bundles up the pup in it and brings them to his chest. The pup is making small whimpering noises that had been almost impossible to hear over the wind. Neji must have hear them, thank goodness.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Neji coos to the pup. “You’re safe now, I'll take you home and make it better, I promise.”

“We need to get them to the hospital asap," you say, shaking your head. "They must be freezing and they look underweight as well. We’re not mednin, Neji.”

“Our home is closer.”

“Neji…”

“We need to make sure they’re warm,” he argues. “We can bring them home and alert a medic to make a home visit.”

You look at the earnest look on his face and know that he won’t back down, and now isn’t a time for arguments anyway.

“Okay,” you swallow nervously. “We’ll bring them home.”

…

You bring the pup back to your home and before you can protest, Neji brings them into his nest with a mumbled ‘they’ll be warm in there’.

Neji bundles himself and the pup up in the corner of the nest, turning on a little heater beside him, and tucking the pup into his shirt to share body warmth.

“We’ll get you nice and warm, it’s okay, you’re safe, I won’t let anyone harm you,” he whispers while stroking their cheek with a finger. The pup wriggles around, already looking more energetic, and starts mouthing at Neji’s chest.

“Are you hungry?” Neji laughs softly before turning to you. “Go and heat up a bottle for the pup, all the supplies are in the… the nursery.”

You nod dumbly and do as you’re asked, astounded at how much life is in Neji’s eyes. It’s the most life you’ve seen from him in months. But you can’t help but worry. What if Neji gets attached and you can’t keep the pup? Of course, you want nothing more than to keep the baby, it almost seems too good to be true that she literally fell into both your lives at this trying time, but what if it is too good to be true? What if they’re sick? Or their parents are looking for them? Or… something else. Neji doesn’t deserve another heartbreak, and you don’t want to destroy the small amount of progress he’s made in the last month.

But for now, all you can do is heat up the bottle.

…

“Here, it’s a good temperature, I already checked,” you pass Neji the bottle. He checks it again anyway and you can’t help but smile at how overprotective and parental he's being. It's so bittersweet to see him like this.

“Here you go sweetheart, just for you,” Neji smiles, cradling the pup as they latch onto the bottle with fervour. “Shh, shh, shh, slow down, it’s not going anywhere.”

Neji feeds the pup and then burps them, and you pretend you can’t see him smiling when he notices that they are starting to smell like him. You need to know you can keep her before you let him get even more attached.

“I’m going to send a clone for a medic, now.”

The room became tense all at once.

“They’re fine, I’m looking after them,” Neji protests.

“I know, and you’re doing a good job, but we still need a medic, Neji.”

Neji holds the pup more tightly to his chest, tucking an extra blanket around them. He's using the special blanket you had got commissioned for your pup. You can feel your heart break at the sight. He's already attached. Now you just have to hope you can keep them. For his sake.

“I don’t want them to take the pup away like last time,” Neji admits softly. "I can look after them, I won't let anything happen like last time, I promise. They'll be safe, we don't need a medic."

“We need to know their primary and secondary gender, omega, and we need to make sure they aren’t sick after being left in the woods…”

Neji hesitates but nods his consent in the end after you explain that your pup could become ill if left untreated. You don’t tell him that you are also sending a clone to the Hokage. Naruto will be able to grant you and Neji the right to keep the pup, and you hope that as Neji’s friend, he’ll be able to see how much he needs this.

…

You have to move Neji and the pup downstairs to wait for the medic, because Neji would not appreciate someone unknown seeing his nest he made for his pup. He’s not expecting Naruto to show up as well so you go to the door to intercept and prep them both.

“Thank you so much for coming, Naruto, I can’t tell you how much this means to me and Neji,” you say, hugging him as he walks through the door.

“I’m going to do everything I can,” he promises. “If the medic finds signs of long-term neglect, I can take the parental rights away from the biological parents straight away, even if I don't know who they are, and transfer you the rights.”

Your face visibly brightens, but Naruto continues.

“But if the only injuries are from laying in the forest for a few hours, I’ll have to try and find the parents first, because the child may have been taken from them by force, when the pup was otherwise a healthy baby being looked after sufficiently. In that circumstance, I’ll have to take the child back with me and put them in foster care until a three-month window has passed. And if the parents are found…”

“I know,” you sigh. “Let’s just get this done as soon as possible.”

The three of you walk into the living to see Neji cradling the pup tightly against his chest.

“Hey Neji,” Naruto greets softly with a sad smile. “I haven’t seen you around for a while.”

Neji tenses upon seeing Naruto.

“Naruto? Why are you here?” Neji clearly misinterprets the situation, holding the pup even more tightly and turning accusatory eyes against you. “Why did you bring him here?”

“I’m here to determine whether the pup was abandoned or kidnapped to the best of my abilities, once we have that done, we can decide how things are going to happen, okay?”

“How do you decide that?” Neji asks with distrustful eyes.

“The medic will give them a check-up, completely routine, I promise,” Naruto speaks with a soft voice like he’s talking to a cornered animal. Well, you look at Neji for a moment who is coiled as tightly as spring, he’s not far off.

It takes about five minutes for you to convince Neji to let go of the pup and hand them to the mednin, and then the next fifteen minutes involve you holding him in your arms to stop him wrestling the pup back from the mednin.

And then, rather ominously, the mednin pulls Naruto aside to talk.

Neji is shaking in your arms.

“It’s okay, calm down, Neji,” you try to comfort him.

“I can’t-“ Neji chokes, hands fisting in your shirt. “He has our pup, you let them take our pup.”

You don’t bother to correct him on his use of ‘our’, knowing it would only upset him more.

“I know baby, but they need to see that they’re healthy, nothing’s wrong, just breathe.”

Neji doesn’t take your advice.

"Last time they took them-"

"This isn't like last time, omega. Come one, try and settle down a little, that's it."

...

Naruto eventually walks back in, holding the pup securely, the mednin nowhere to be seen.

“So,” Naruto says seriously. And then his face breaks out into a wide grin. “Am I right in thinking you want to adopt?”

You can almost feel your relief in the air. Thanking every power that be for this stroke of luck. Losing this pup could have easily meant losing your mate, and the gravity of the situation all comes crashing down at once. Neji looks as though he is feeling much the same.

“Give me them,” he orders, arms out.

“Her,” Naruto corrects. “The mednin said she’s a female alpha.”

Tears start welling up in Neji’s eyes as he takes her. Their bio pup was a female alpha, too.

“Thank you,” he whispers to no one, holding his new pup as tightly as he dared. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe and sound with me, I won’t let anything hurt you ever again.”

Naruto slips out of the house without a fuss, dropping the mednin’s recommendations for feeding the underweight pup on the coffee table.

...

You and Neji take your new pup upstairs and bundle her back into the nest. Neji lays down with her, stroking her cheek as he watches her sleep.

“You need to get some rest too, omega,” you suggest, running a hand down Neji’s back.

“Guard?” he asks in response.

“Yes," you smile at his protective instincts. "I’ll guard the nest while you sleep, I promise.”

“Okay, alpha…” Neji settles down, still with one hand resting on the pup. “But if I don’t wake up when she cries, wake me… I want to be the one to feed her.”

You laugh gently, “Of course, now get some sleep. I’ll guard you both.”

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