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Gotham has always been weird, so when the groundskeeper at the cemetery noticed the Wayne kidās plot was disturbed, he just chalked it up to more of the same olā. Alright, so ādisturbedā may be a tad too light of a word, but whatās an empty grave in the grand scheme of Gotham? God knows in a city like this one, they could use all the burial room they could get. He figured heād just jot it down on the website and hope nobody noticed for a while.
Too bad he didnāt account for the 13 year old boy in Bristol who periodically checks the cemeteryās website when heās feeling particularly lonely.
Plot Removed.
Tim Drake stared at the two words under the heading for Jason Toddās plot number. Removed? What do they mean āremovedā? They canāt just remove a plot? Thatās a person down there! Thatās Robin down there! You canāt Remove Robin!
Calm down. Deep breaths. Assess the situation.
Robin has been dead for 5 months and 14 days. There is no reason for a grave to be removed that early, especially one of a member of such an affluential family. Chances are likely itās a simple clerical issue. He can call first thing in the morning and make them aware of the mistake. He can have it all fixed in 5 hours.
Just a phone call.
In 5 hours.
ā¦
Tim hates talking on the phone almost as much as he hates waiting.
Well it wonāt be the first time heās snuck out to head to Gotham proper at 1am. It canāt even really be considered sneaking out if thereās no one home to catch you.
Buses stop running at 2, so he layers a couple sweaters under his coat and grabs his best running sneakers so he can comfortably make the trek back.
Just a quick trip to settle his nerves. Maybe get a few shots in if he spots Batman, but really he just wants to see with his own two eyes that things are okay and Jason can rest.
Itās 1:37 by the time he gets to the headstone reading āHere Lies Jason Toddā and the gaping, muddy pit in front of it.
This- This doesnāt make any sense. This is not removal. This is destruction. Desecration. Somebody did this. Somebody-
Assess the situation.
A hole in the ground, approximately 1.5 feet in diameter.
Mud and grass flung outward but with little force.
Large chunks of earth turned over and shoved away.
No signs of tool marks or clean lines of entry into the dirt.
Dragging claw marks.
Staggering, shuffled pairs of foot prints in the mud.
A trail of dirt.
Somethingā¦ Something large clawed its way out of the ground here. Something large and bipedal and- and humanoid.
Tim refuses to jump to any conclusions he can see all the facts laid in front of him. Heās going to cautiously follow the trail and simply hope to any god listening that he isnāt the worldās first line of defense against the zombie apocalypse.
Heās been walking for 23 minutes and thereās good news and undecided news. Good news: heās closing in on the target and the trail isnāt taking him out of the way so his trip home wonāt be prolonged. Undecided news: The potential Zombie Robin is heading directly for Wayne Manor.
As zombie apocalypse news, this is very bad. From Timās collected observational evidence, his not-so-professional opinion is that Batman, faced with a horror movie level zombie of his dead son, would not respond well, and would likely not fight back.
In Batman and Robin news? Timās unsure. If Jason is simply back? What could that mean for them? Batman can have his Robin. He wouldnāt have to continue nearly killing others and himself every night in his grief. Jason could-
No. Stop. Do not jump to conclusions.
Hope only brings heartbreak.
What would Batman do? Get close and see if the target is a threat.
Target is male. Mid-teens. Dark hair. Pale skin. Leaning against surfaces as he walks. Appears injured and disoriented.
Minimal risk assessed. Approaching and attempting contact.
Target identity confirmed: Jason Todd.
āJ-Jason?ā It comes out as a croaked whisper. Jason shows no sign of acknowledgment.
Tim clears his throat, steps right in front of his path, and tries again.
āJason. Jason, stop I want to help you.ā Still nothing.
āPlease, Jason. I can help, I promise I can help!ā
Why isnāt this working?! Why canāt he just do something right for once?! He wants this to work, he wants to help Bruce, he wants to fix Batman, he wants to not be alone, he wants-
āRobin!ā
Robin jerks to a stop.
Tim reached out his hand.
āRobin. Robin please, Iām sorry youāre going through this, itās really scary, Iām really scared. But I just want to help you. Help you find Batman. Help you get home.ā
Jason just stares at him. Of course he does. Of course itās not going to work. Why did he even bother hoping he could help?
Hope only brings heartbreak.
His sight blurs as his eyes fill with tears and he starts to lower his outstretched hand.
His arm is slowed as a cold hand weakly grasps his own.
āDonātā¦ scaredā¦ Batā¦ helpā¦ Dadā¦ help.ā
A relieved sob tears out from Timās chest and he gathers himself together. He yanks his extra sweater off and gently pulls it over Jasonās cold shoulders. Jason lets Tim drag his arm over his shoulders to try and carry some of his weight.
āOkay, Robin. Yeah. Your dad will help us.ā
Batman will solve everything once Tim gets Robin home.
#Hello Mr. Batwayne forgive me for waking you but I brought your Jaybin home#Tim: Iām not jumping to conclusions!#also Tim: Holy fuck itās the zombie apocalypse weāre all going to die#I know it seems like Tim might have some bat detective training but really he just watches a lot of cop shows and asks āwwbd?ā all the time.#writing this is the first thing I did as soon as I turned 27.#this was my birthday present to myself ig#not a ship pls n thx#batfam fanfic#batman#dc robin#dcu#batman and robin#jason todd#tim drake#red hood#ficlet#batfam#jason todd and tim drake#robin#red robin#shut up grandpa#fanfiction#āāJASON! JASON STOP! LOOK AT ME! look at me. please. this isnāt youāā ass dialogue š
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oh my god. I love your slytherin reader x marauders!!!! your writing is amazing!!!! could you do like a part three I guess? but like of later in their relationship and the reader has this little first year friend (who she is forced to tutor but she actually likes him but won't admit it) and he reminds her of the boys and the boy just like brings her flowers and chocolates and stuff and the boys see it and James gets all jealous and Sirius is just like "nah just watch mate" and expect the reader to get all annoyed but she doesn't she just doesn't say anything (because she secretly finds the boy sweet and doesn't wanna be mean to the tiny marauder like man) so then they are all in disbelief and pouty
sorry that was very long
hehe...hehehe.....this request is from March 14th š«¢ thank youuuuu for the prompt and sorry for the huge wait..... [also, let this perhaps let people know that I do have old requests saved!]
poly!marauders x fiesty!reader who has an admirer [1.2k words]
p1 // p2 // p3
CW: fem!reader, reader is feisty, Sirius is upset she's not feistier
āIām not sure if you boys were aware,ā Marlene drawled as she plopped herself onto an empty wingback chair in the Gryffindor common room, ābut thereās some ickle little first year making moves on your girl.ā
Her comment was met by a snort from James, a bark of laughter from Sirius, and an eye roll from Remus.Ā
āThoughts and prayers to the first year, then.ā James commented, never looking up from the rubikās cube he was fiddling with as his back rested against Siriusā folded legs.Ā
āI donāt know.ā Marlene sing-songed. āHe seems pretty sweet on her.āĀ
āPlease.ā Sirius scoffed. āOur darling girl is the least approachable person in Hogwarts, I hardly believe thereās a wix bold enough to solicit her, let alone a puny little first year.ā
āHe didnāt have to solicit her, sheās tutoring him.āĀ
āHonestly, Marls, Iāve never been less concerned about anything in my entire life.ā James admitted.
āCould be interesting to watch, yeah?ā Sirius offered with a mischievous wink, nudging James with his knee.Ā
Remus rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, though he did close his book with a mischievous smirk. āSomeone should be there to save him from our little viper.āĀ
āDonāt say I didnāt warn ya!ā Marlene laughed as she waved them off, not bothering to hide her devious grin.Ā
It didnāt take long for the boys to find you, seeing as you were haunting what you had early on in your schooling dubbed the āmost superior tableā in the library. Youād told them what made it so, but James had been paying more attention to the way your lips were moving and less on the actual words that were leaving them.Ā
āOh Merlin, the poor sod has no clue.ā Sirius all but giggled as they crouched behind one of the aisles of books surrounding your table.Ā
āNot terrible.ā They heard you say as you looked over his work, and based on the boy's beaming smile one would assume youād given him high praise.Ā āBut youāre getting ahead of yourself and not showing your work.ā
āDoes showing my work matter if the answers are right?ā The kid asked, and James couldnāt blame the kid - heād had many-a-conversations along the same lines over the years.Ā
You simply lifted his parchment and walloped him over the head for it. āYes, showing your work matters; you will lose marks if you donāt.ā
āWell, I wouldnāt want to let you down.ā The kid said solemnly, and Jamesā heart momentarily melted before he realised that was his darling angel that he was putting the moves on.Ā
He waited for you to groan and call him a rotten toerag, but you simply shook your head and instructed him to do the next question, making sure to show his work this time.Ā
āGet a load of this kid; sheās gotta be just about ready to hex him.ā Sirius murmured.Ā
āIām surprised she hasnāt, honestly.ā James replied, causing Remus to snicker.
āThe two of you have been hexed for less.ā
The three were interrupted when the kid let out a theatrical gasp and dropped his quill. āI canāt believe I almost forgot!ā He screeched before ripping open his book bag.
After far too long spent searching the inside of his bookbag, the kid withdrew a slightly crumpled rose, letting out a disappointed groan when he saw the state of it. āMy astronomy textbook mustāve crushed it.ā
āWhy do you have a rose in your bag?ā You deadpanned, and the kid was right back to beaming again.
āI brought it for you, of course. I picked the prettiest one for the prettiest girl.ā
This was it, this was the moment they were here for; Sirius watched eagerly as Remus grimaced, each equally anxious for your no doubt cantankerous response.Ā
But it never came.
You simply let out a sound bordering a breath, a sigh, and a laugh as you gingerly took the wilted rose between two fingers.Ā
āVery thoughtful. Please get back to your homework.ā Was all you offered him, but the kid seemed no less pleased as he picked up his quill and dutifully returned to his work.Ā
āWhat in the buggering fuck?ā Sirius hissed, earning him an elbow in the ribs from Remus, but it was too late.
āCan I help you boys?ā You drawled, though you never actually looked behind you where your three boyfriends were still hiding.Ā
āYes, you can help me.ā Sirius barked, storming out from behind the stacks followed closely by James and less closely by Remus who had the grace to look a little shamefaced for his spying. āYou can help me understand what the hells all this is!ā
āThis is called tutoring and studying, Sirius, if you spent any time in a library, it might be more familiar to you.ā You offered simply, turning a glare in Remusā direction when he snorted.Ā
āOkay, swot, what I mean is why are you hear letting this little dugbog-ā
āSirius!ā You chided quickly.
āOh my gods! And youāre defending him!ā Sirius continued shrilly, earning him various shushings from surrounding students.Ā
James couldnāt help but notice you roll your eyes in exasperation, but he also noticed the faintest hints of a smile dancing on your lips.Ā
āYouāve done well, Cameron; keep practising, and for the love of Merlin make sure you show your work next time or so help me godsā¦ā
āYes maāam!ā Cameron replied as he packed up his bag. āSee you next week?ā
āJust as we always have.ā You drawled in a bored tone, though you offered him a smirk as he hustled out of the library.Ā
āI canāt believe you!ā Sirius huffed as he took Cameronās now vacated seat.Ā
āAngelā¦what is the meaning of all this?ā James asked earnestly, causing Remus to snort as he had the decency to press a kiss to your hair in greeting.Ā
āIf weād have known you were meeting with new suitors, dove, we would have insisted on accompanying you to your tutoring sessions.ā
āOh please.ā You dismissed. āHeās just a kid.ā
āUhm, and?ā Sirius pouted.
āSweetheart, weāve seen you jinx a kid for sneezing too closely to you.ā Remus reminded you, and your face darkened.
āGerm infested little freaks.ā
āThereās our girl.ā Sirius exclaimed. āI canāt believe you let him get away with any of that!āĀ
āHeās harmless.ā
āHeās a flirt.ā Sirius corrected.
āHeās you.ā You shot back, and the three boys all looked at you with various levels of bemusement.Ā
āI beg your pardon?ā James finally asked, and you shook your head as you began packing up your own bag.Ā
āHeās like a miniature version of the three of you; following me around and being abhorrently affectionate.ā
āWell, hey, I think weāre, like, an appropriate amount of affectionate.ā James tried.Ā
āNo, it's sort of abhorrent sometimes.ā Remus quickly agreed.Ā
āBabeā¦ā Sirius cooed, causing Remus and James to grimace. āAre you going soft on us!?āĀ
Your eyes immediately darkened as you glowered at him, and if Siriusā sudden flinch and the following yelp proved anything, you aimed a tame stinging jinx at him.Ā
āOn the kid? Maybe.ā You responded primly. āOn the three of you? Juryās still out.ā
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from @skepsiss: Steddie (obviously), prompt = one of them is trying to convince the other to go to the hospital for a minor thing (needs stitches from a fall, stomach bug).
"Stevie, please."
"Oh my god," Steve sighs, wrapping the gauze tight around his hand. It blooms red with blood. "It's fine, Ed."
"It really isn't." Eddie is a little pale when Steve looks up to glare at him. "Steve, please baby, I saw the bones in your hand."
"You're being dramatic."
"See," Eddie whines, high pitched and panicked. "I do understand why you're saying that. I know this is a case of boy who cried wolf. But I am begging you here. Please, let me drive you to the hospital."
Steve wrinkles his nose. "It wasn't that deep, I promise you."
"Steve."
"Edā"
And then Eddie does this thingāwhere he pulls himself up to his full height, crowding up into Steve's space, until they're nose to nose, his eyes wide and intenseāand it shuts Steve up every time. It's stupid, and horribly embarrassing, but it works and Eddie uses it to his advantage, pressing Steve into the edge of the counter and boxing him in, his hands tights against Steve's hips.
"Steve," he says, low and serious. "You can bitch at me all you want in the car, but I'm taking you to the hospital. Okay?"
"Okay," Steve says, against his will, face burning as Eddie pulls away. As soon as he has breathing room to think, he scowls at him. "But if I don't need stitches, you're on the hook to do dishes for the next month."
Eddie doesn't even grimaceāhe hates doing dishesāand gently starts herding Steve out the door. "You got it, honey," he says, distractedly. His face turns green when a line of blood drips down Steve's wrist from beneath the bandage. "Whatever you say."
Steve ends up getting 15 stitches. Eddie's stuck doing the dishes until it heals anyways.
#asks#ficlet fill#stranger things#steddie#domestic steddie my beloved#I HOPE YOU LIKE THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT!!!!#my steddies
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Halligan tool
uh, does that count as one word prompt? One item prompt?
Evan's about five drinks in, flushed red with his curls all mussed up and a damp spot of spilled beer on his shirt, when he collapses into Tommy's lap at their booth on his way back from the bathroom and announces with no preamble, "Babe, did you know Halligans were invented in - in nine-teen-forty-eight?"
He's so fucking cute. Tommy's not drunk - tries to drink less these days, because hangovers at forty are no joke, and he's long past his clubbing days - but Evan had wanted to go to a gay bar as part of his big queer life experience, so here they are. Evan drunk and flushed and relaxed, Tommy so smitten he thinks he'd follow this man to the grungiest WeHo bars in existence. His legs are gonna go numb if Evan stays in his lap much longer, cus Tommy's man is certainly no twink, but Tommy just wraps his arms around Evan's waist and raises an eyebrow. "Were you on Wikipedia in the bathroom?"
"There was a line," Evan explains. "Two - two guys were fucking in the only stall."
Ah. That explains why he looks a bit pinker than he did when he left. Tommy quests an exploratory hand over the crotch of Evan's jeans, hidden in the low light of their booth at the back of the the bar, and decides he'd definitely enjoyed whatever he'd heard in the bathroom. Tommy is instantly more interested in following up that line of enquiry, but ā
"Babe, stop it, I'm trying to tell you something important!" Evan says, shoving Tommy's hand away. Tommy takes it back, holds it up in the air in surrender.
"About Halligan tools?" he checks. It's been a while since Tommy had to carry that classic bit of firefighter gear, but anyone who's ever worked in a firehouse knows them like an extra limb, a family member, something you could find by touch memory alone in the dark. Evan's Wikipedia spirals are cute, but Tommy can't imagine he has a brand new piece of information to tell Tommy about a metal rod nearly one hundred years old.
"Right," Evan agrees. He's sliding off Tommy's lap a bit, holding on with one hand gripping tight at the base of Tommy's neck. "Yeah, I just thought about it. About - okay, like, you know how a Halligan is like, the best thing you could ever have in a crisis? It can do a bunch of shit, like, all the basics, just by itself. It's got the claw, i-its got the blade, it's got the, what'dya call it, the pick. So it's, it's not like it can't do shit on its own, you know. But - but then, right, you combine it with a flathead, and they just fit together so perfectly? Like, they interlock and everything, they're designed for it. And then you've got an axe and a Halligan, so its even better, like, you can do even more shit, but, but, they fit together so well they're actually like, one thing when they're together? So we just call them the irons?"
Tommy looks at Evan from two inches away. They're bordering on five months together and everything still feels new, fresh, insane and invigorating and like no relationship Tommy has ever had before - the sex alone is certainly making him feel ten years younger - but at the same time, it's more settled than anything Tommy's ever had either. It feels like they know each other more than they should at this point; like it's been so easy to understand each other, to creep towards that feeling of deep and terrifying love. Tommy doesn't have a clue why Evan sounds like he's writing love poetry about firefighting equipment right now, of all times, but Tommy would listen to him do it forever.
"That's a nice way of describing it," Tommy says, smiling fondly at Evan. Evan's breath smells like beer and he's uncomfortably heavy and hot in Tommy's lap, but Tommy wouldn't trade an inch of their shared space. He runs his hand through Evan's sweaty curls. "I'd buy you a fancy new Halligan for your birthday if I wasn't a little worried I'd come home to find you in bed with it, based on how romantic you're talking about it. And I feel like that would hurt."
"Tommy," Evan complains, which gets Tommy to laugh, which makes Evan snort with laughter too. One of his broad hands thumps into Tommy's chest like a reprimand, then stays there. "You're not listening!"
"I'm listening, baby, I'm listening," Tommy assures him. He slides one hand back over the seam of Evan's jeans, just enjoying how he's so flushed and broad and squirmy. "What else about Halligan tools?"
"What I'm trying to sayā" Evan pauses. Tugs on the back of Tommy's neck and looks right in his eyes, those big round baby blues drilling into Tommy's soul, his pink lips in a pout ā "What I'm trying to say, Tommy, is I think I'm a Halligan and you're my flathead axe. I - I want to fit together with you, 'cus we make each other even better. And we're good on our own, but when we're together, I dunno, I just - I feel like we're a whole new thing. Like we need a new name. Like I was designed to fit into you. Do you get it?"
And Tommy ā
"I get it," he says. He doesn't mean his voice to come out so cracked, kind of caught in the surprise of Evan, his incredible, ridiculous boyfriend - who doesn't tend to wax romantic but can make a homecooked meal or a thoughtful gesture or an offered errand feel like a declaration of love any time - confessing to him via an analogy about a titanium rod. It is so Evan that it's insane. He makes everything circle around the things he loves ā his job, helping people, his family... and, lately, that list maybe includes Tommy. And Tommy has never been top of anybody's list before. He pulls on Evan's curls. "Have I mentioned lately that I fucking love how your brain works?"
Evan leans down and kisses him with a flushed, sloppy mouth.
Tommy kisses him back, and wonders if Evan also remembers that when a Halligan and a flathead axe are interlocked, they're not just called a set of irons. Sometimes, people call them a married set.
But Tommy figures he'll hold off on mentioning that for a few more months. At least until he convinces Evan to move in.
#is this ANYTHING??? the author did not rlly know what a halligan tool was before wikipediaing it-#bucktommy#evan buckley#tommy kinard#911 fic#911 abc#bucktommy fic#ficlet#asks#mine
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Steve hates to ask this of Eddie.
Really, itās a last resort sort of thing. Robinās gone for the week, some trip upstate with her family. And itās fine, theyāre close but Steveās a big boy. He can handle a week without his best friend.
But, well, itās just unfortunate for it to creep up on Steve when Robinās gone. It beingā¦ shit, how did Robin explain it? She was so much better at keeping track of all those things than he was, all the terms filed away nicely in her head to be recalled as needed. Steveās much messierā in his head, in his life.
Touch aversion, thatās what she called it. A by-product of the severe lack of touch in his childhood she had said; not enough hugs, hand holding, the works and now Steveās grown to find it too strange. Something prickles under his skin, pulls in his gut all the wrong way, when someoneās too touchy-feely with him. Robinās said itās normal, and he believes her.
It just makes it harder when this comes by. That completely strange backward want that carves into his chest, creating a chasm that just aches. Suddenly, Steve wants to be touched, needs to be touched ā like something behind his ribs is just begging for comfort in the form of touch, any way he can have it. Like some young part of him can still remember the hunger he had for it and it comes back in full force, a tender wound between his lungs.
It doesnāt happen that often ā though, itās more frequent than ever recently ā but usually, Robinās here. She can almost always tell before Steve works up the courage to ask. Twitchy fingers give him away. He hovers closer than normal, shoulders brushing more often.
She always gives him a smile, softer than her usual snark and says, āCāmere, dingus.ā and stands on her tip-toes to envelope him in a hug. Steve canāt help but sink into it, gripping her close around the waist for as long as he needs until the hole in his chest feels a step closer to patching up.
Robin also tells him he can have as many hugs as heād like but Steve is firm with himself; he only needs one, then heāll be back to fine.
It whatās he needs now. One really fucking good hug. Still, he hates to ask, least of all from Eddie, because, wellā okay, Steve has no reason to assume Eddie wouldnāt give him a hug.
Heās seen Eddieās hugs before. Like everything he does, Eddie puts his everything into it- he hugs Robin til she wheezes, loves to lift Nancy off the ground, and the hug he gives Dustin is sweetest of all, a hand on the back of the littlerās head while he does some strange little sway. Dustin always laughs, playfully shoving him away by the end but Steve knows he loves them, that it helps in more than one way.
Steve is glad that Dustin has someone, besides his Mom of course, who can hug him, because Steve canāt give that to him. Maybe one day, but for now, hugs from Steve are a rarity ā few and far in between. Maybe, he thinks, he doesnāt want to ask Eddie specifically because of that niggling feeling that comes up around Eddie, all gooey and soft. A feeling the swings too close to a crush that Steve has no fucking clue what to do about.
So, he hates to ask. Really. On the drive over to Eddieās, a hangout organised before Steve started to feel the lack of touch creep in, he runs through any other options. Wait til Robin gets back? Steveās not sure heāll make it another 4 days. When left alone, it seems to consume him and make everything harder, everything heavier to deal with.
Heās still tossing it when he climbs the steps to Eddieās trailer. Steve decides that heāll see how it goes, see if thereās an opening to askā¦semi-naturally or something. Heās not gonna spring it on the guy.
Eddie is wonderful company as always, devilish grins and god-awful comments about the film he picked. Steve feeds off it, drinking in the infectious energy. He tries to let it be enough; their shoulders pressed together, Eddieās knee knocking his when he laughs, the way Eddie leans into his space to whisper even though itās just them here tonight. Steve wants it to be enough. But even then, he can see the way his hands twitch in his lap, desperate for more.
Steve closes his eyes. Curls his hands up so tightly his nails bite into the skin. He tries to use it to wane off the feeling, the ache that sings out for Eddie beside him and it nearly works. Untilā
āSteve? Yāokay?ā Eddieās voice pipes up, making Steve open his eyes in an instant.
āHm?ā Steve hums, hoping that his casualness will be enough for Eddie to skip over his peculiar behaviour. He blinks, tilting his head just a bit to show he was confused why Eddie was asking.
Eddie chuckles lightly, gesturing towards Steveās lap, where his hands sit still clenched, white knuckled with his self-restraint. āYou seem a bit stiff, thatās all.ā Eddie rechecks. āYou good?ā
Steve opens his mouth and then closes it, forcing his hands to unclench in his lap. āI-ā he begins, then stops, unsure of what he was going to say. He did say he would look for an opening tonight. The way Eddieās regarding him, open faced with his concern, is as good as he might get.
āThis might sound a bit weird,ā Steve starts, defensiveness already tingeing the words, his shoulders curling in just a bit. Eddie could say no. Heās allowed to say no. Steve really doesnāt want him to. āLike, if you think itās weird, thatās totally fine and we can just, like, forget I said anything andāā
āSteve.ā Eddie cuts him off, a linger of an amused smile on his lips. āI donāt think Iām going to find anything you say weird, sweetheart. Shoot. Whatās on your mind? What troubles the great mind of Steve Harrington?ā
God, itās like a whole bunch of words designed to set Steveās head spinning. āThe great mind of Steve Harringtonā makes him want to scoff. āSweetheartā makes him want to swoon. He canāt decide which one he wants to do more.
āCan I-ā Steve stammers, the words halting automatically. Itās too much of a habit to swallow them down. Coercing them out takes more work. He stares up at the ceiling as he grits his teeth, releases a harsh sigh, pulling himself together. āCan Iā¦ have a hug?ā
There a moment of silence and Steve holds his breath.
āOh,ā Eddie breathes, and Steve takes his eyes off the ceiling to see just what that Oh means. Eddieās smiling, a soft one gracing his pretty mouth, and Steve thinks, maybe, one day heāll have the courage to ask for a kiss as well. Relief moves sluggishly through his veinsā Eddieās smiling, this is good.
āWell, of course,ā Eddie grins widely and opens his arms, inviting Steve in. Steve hesitates for only a moment before he leans in gratefully, his arms tucking around Eddieās midriff tightly. Eddieās arms curl around Steveās neck, pulling him in close. Itās the easiest thing in the world, sinking into it, so much that Steve tries his best not to immediately slump against Eddie. It feels a bit too pathetic, so Steve reels himself in. He canāt make his arms relax, trying too hard to take only what he needs and not a moment more.
āCāmon, Stevie.ā Eddieās voice teases beside his ear, his breath warm. āYou call that a hug?ā
He squeezes Steve a little tighter, pulling him even closer and Steve canāt help the way he melts into itā he slumps, leaning against Eddie properly and burying his quiet whine of relief into the juncture between Eddie's neck and shoulder.
āThere we go,ā Eddie murmurs comfortingly.
Eddie takes him wholly, gives a damn good Munson hug, all warmth and comfort. He smells like, well, Eddie ā a lingering scent of weed, something musky, something Eddie. His arms around Steveās neck shuffle and Steve worries heās trying to pull away so soon, only for one of his hands to tangle in the hair at the nape of Steveās neck. He combs through, light fingernails scratching at Steveās scalp and shit, Steve really canāt control the noise of contentment that slips out his throat.
āCanāt believe you got so worked up just to ask for a hug,ā Eddie tsks, tone coloured in disbelief. Steve makes a noise of protest, trying for a moment to wind it all back in but, like Eddie can sense it, heās squeezing him tighter again. He begins to rock them, a soft sway side to side that lets Steve lean on him even more. He hums a tune Steve doesnāt know, low and soft.
āMāsorry,ā Steve mumbles in reply, though heās not entirely sure what heās apologising for. For having to ask, for taking so much, for enjoying Eddieās arms around him just a little too much.
āWhat the fuck for?ā Eddie laughs lightly, one of his hands beginning to drum against the divots of Steveās spin. It feels like heās tapping pure delirium with each fingertip, shivers that make Steveās chest glow terribly warm. It feels good, so good to be held and honestly, Steve could stay here all night if Eddie let him. Knowing Eddie, he would, because heās that fucking nice.
That knowledge alone forces Steve to sit himself up, extracting him limbs even though so much of him mourns the warmth, the touch, that goes with it. He wants the touch but heās had enough. Some scorned part of him burns bitterly to think Eddie would give him more just to be nice. Steve doesnāt want thatā Steve wants Eddie to touch him because he wants to.
āSorry, man, I just, uh, get like that sometimes.ā Steve feels the need to explain, bringing a hand up to rub at one of his eyes. He does it half so can hide his embarrassed expression from Eddieā whoās looking at him so gently and still so so close.
āJust, ahaāā Christ, it wasnāt this awkward telling Robin. Steveās hand moves to rub the back of his neck. āSometimes I realise itās been awhile since,ā He gnaws on his bottom lip, something alike to humiliation curling in his gut. āSince Iāve had some touch. Usually, Robinās around but yāknow.ā
He waves a hand, huffing another awkward laugh. Eddie hasnāt moved much, just listening intently, his brows ever so slightly inching closer together. He looks outright concerned at Steveās next words.
āItās okay, Iāveā Iāll be good now.ā Steve nods along, like the motion will help him convince himself as well as Eddie. Heāll be okay now. Usually, one hug is all it takes. He ignores the surging tidal-wave want that is still going, still aching to be held by Eddie again. It would be selfish to ask for more. Eddie didnāt invite him around to hugā itās weird, and Steve shouldnāt- canāt ask for more.
āSooooo,ā Eddie draws out the word, an impish smile beginning to play at the corners of his lips. He opens his arms wide again. āYou donāt want another hug?ā
In his lap, Steveās fingers twitch. Eddieās eyes dart to them for a second, before fixing back on Steve. He does, he really fucking does want another hug. He canāt. Heās had enough, really, it would greedy to have more.
Steve shakes his head, forces himself to huff another laugh that accidentally comes out as a strained sigh. He smiles weakly, āNo, no, Iām good, dude. Itāsā¦ Iām okay, swear.ā
For a moment, Steve thinks heās convinced him. Eddie studies his face, his mischief slipping away as he deliberates Steveās words. His eyes narrow, arms dropping just an inch before he smiles brightly and says, āOkay, can I have a hug then?ā
Which, okay, right, Steve didnāt think of that. People donāt ask him for hugs. He blinks, a bit dumbly. Eddie is waiting, face eager and for a second thereās an expression of almost smugness on his face ā like heļæ½ļæ½s about to get exactly what he wants. Because he knows Steve would never be rude and say no.
āI mean,ā Steve breathes, voice a bit tighter than heās expecting. He clears his throat. āYeah, yeah, you can have a hug.ā
āGreat!ā Eddie replies and he wastes no time. Heās all up in Steveās space, arms around Steveās waist this time. The motion takes Steve by surprise, enough that because heās not expecting it Eddieās weight pushes him back so heās lying on the couch.
If Eddie cares, he pays no mind, his head curling up into the crook of Steveās neck as he hugs him closer. His hair gets in Steveās mouth, making him splutter for a second, but Eddie just grins, wriggling closer until theyāre pressed firmly against each other. Steve would go as far as to say this is closer to cuddling than a hug, with Eddie squishing him from above, his arms around Steveās middle.
āJust so you know,ā Eddieās voice rumbles from where their chests are touching, his breath sweeping across Steveās neck. Steve shivers without meaning to, feels Eddieās responding grin even as he continues. āAll hugs requested by me are automatically 10 minutes long. Hope youāre okay with that, sweetheart.ā
Steve isnāt stupid ā he knows Eddie is doing it for him, doing it because he could see right through Steveās stupid facade, had peered his yawning hunger for touch right in the face and hadnāt blanched. Instead of feeling tricked or fooled, Steve just feelsā¦warm. Comfortable. He works his arms around Eddieās neck til their more comfortable and find the courage in him scrape his fingers through Eddieās hairā like he had done to Steve. Eddieās sighs sweetly and Steve thinks he could listen to that noise forever.
āIāmā¦ Iām okay with that.ā Steve murmurs lowly, yet he knows Eddie can hear him. Eddie noses closer, a borderline nuzzle against his neck, and further down, one his hands starts to stroke softly up and down Steveās ribs.
Steve canāt help the way it makes him freeze, the breath in his lungs holding tight as he tries to relax, tries to ignore the prickly feeling under his skin. Itās a lot. A lot of touch that Steve just isnāt used to just yet, even if he desperately craves it.
āRelax,ā Eddie whispers into his skin, a soft instruction paired with the motion, one soothing stroke up and down his ribs. Steve pushes the breath in his lungs out, forces the tension out of his body, trusts that Eddie wouldnāt be offeringā wouldnāt tell him to relax if he wasnāt allowed to.
āThatās it.ā Eddie praises, feeling the body beneath him settle and sink a little lower into the couch. āNow, watch the movie.ā Eddie instructs, jutting at the still playing screen with his chin. Steve laughs a bit, but obeys, turning his head to see what part theyād gotten up to. Theyād missed a big chunk in their hug. Steve nearly apologises for it, the words on the tip of his tongue, before he decides Eddie might smack him for it.
So, he doesnāt. He watches the film, letās the gentle touch of Eddie on his skin relax him til sleepiness starts to fill each of his limbs, heavy like lead. Eddieās hand stops moving eventually, when his breath gets heavier, lulled by Steveās scratch in his hair. A snore starts up, loud and quite frankly, annoying, and yet, Steve finds that with Eddieās arms around him, he has no trouble finding sleep.
Itās the first time in years Steveās fallen asleep in someone elseās arms. And even if he doesn't know it yet, itās certainly not the last.
now with a part two!
#woag yearning hours bro#[into a megaphone] if u project onto steve harrington put ur hands UP#i literally came home tonight like. hm might have to ask one of my flatmates for a hug#and when they go ??? whats wrong (cos this bitch never hugs)#i was fully prepared 2 be like o it has just been too long since someone touched me haha!#like thats not zeeeeeeeee most pathetic shit ever (pathetic if its me. not if its YOU)#anyways. steve get hug where ruby cannot#<3#eddie would give delicious hugs u can't change my mind#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddie#steve x eddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#touch starved steve harrington#that bitch needs a hug#ruby writes steddie#i rlly. came home and was like BLEH feeling dump and its like 2.6k. ok girl
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Iām so sorry Amy this is NASTY but from the moment I saw the chest fuzz on HL my first thought was how sensitive it would make the nips when fucking cause of the texture
18+ homelander x reader. boob stuff, body hair appreciation, overstimulation, flying sex, cream pie. never apologize to me i will always make it nastier. š¤
At first the brush of it is divine. It wrings a gasp from low in the back of your throat, has you kneading the taut muscles of his back while he pounds into you. Homelander's body hair isn't overly coarse, but it hardly matters when his chest is pressed flush to yours, his lips on your throat.
You feel his every huff and whimper more than you hear them. They pair perfectly with the desperate grip he has on your hips, holding you in place with his whole body as he fucks you against the ceiling.
Now the grind of his chest against yours is beginning to take a toll. You shiver with his every move, growing more and more tender with the friction. Your cunt quivers tight around his cock and he stifles a hot moan into the crook of your neck.
His cock, more thick than long and nicely curved, strokes that sweet spot inside you that strikes stars behind your eyelids with every snap of his hips. You fist your hand in his hair and pull until his lips meet yours.
"Fuck," he gasps against your lips, threads of saliva snapping between your hungry mouths. "You drive me fucking crazy."
"Don't blame me for that," you respond breathlessly, licking right back into his mouth. "You were there when I got here."
He grins, giving a ravenous little growl and a sharp thrust. "Fine. Crazier."
The two of you climax like that, entwined and floating high off the ground, your ascension halted only by the height of the ceiling. Only once the aftershocks fade out does Homelander begin to sink back down to the bed. You feel as if you're in the clouds, floating on euphoria and his warm, soft body.
Still trembling, you lift yourself up. This is how you had started; astride him, riding him until the wild bucks of his hips had lifted you both up, up, up.
You smooth your hands down your own chest, goosebumps erupting everywhere. You give his pec a slap, the thwap of it dulled by the padding of hair. "You rug burned my whole chest," you chastise, though your tone is colored by your smile.
He sucks in a breath, contemplating the condition of your skin as he blows out a raspberry. He cups your breasts in gentle hands and pushes them together and up, meeting the pearl-soft flesh of them with his lips. He kisses apologies all over each one, flicking his tongue over your nipples for the way you gasp and tug his hair when he does.
His spent cock, still buried deep inside you, throbs valiantly as he sucks one breast into his mouth, tonguing your nipple in slow circles. You shudder and grind down in retaliation, the both of you hyper-sensitive, moving leisurely against one another as your satiation passes and the need for more grows.
You ride him slow and deep until he comes again. You rub your clit to the feel of his mouth on your chest and his come dripping out of you until you, too, orgasm, the tight spasm of your cunt reducing the most powerful man in the world to a simpering mess between your thighs.
The two of you untangle your limbs only to jigsaw right back together, his back to your sensitive chest, your arms around him, fingers scratching through the very hair you complained about.
"I could start waxing again," he says, words lazily slurring together.
"Don't you dare," you murmur, nuzzling the spot just behind his ear, kissing the shell of it. He interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand to his chest. "You're perfect as is."
You don't need to see him to know he's smiling. You feel it in the slant of his lips when he presses the back of your hand to them.
#been awhile since i had enough inspo to drop random smut ficlets!!!!#thank you anon ilu#darling anon#ask and you shall receive#homelander x reader#homelander x you#x reader#homelander#my writing#smut
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Snuggle Company
Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley
Can be read as platonic ((because platonic love is valid!))
Summary: Umbridge has been giving everyone nightmares. You especially, given she is well aware how close you are to the twins. Has you paranoid she will hurt you in your sleep. So, who better to keep you safe than the twins themselves?
Warnings: Anxiety, Umbridge, stress, sleepy snuggles, and itās very short š£ Going through ALOT right now. Pls forgive me
Here you were again. Standing just outside the dorm doors that belonged to the seventh year boys. A pair of boys would be in there that you needed. Needed badly, because you had yet another nightmare. A nightmare about her.
You worried they would be getting annoyed by this. By you waking them up again, just to climb into bed with them. Would it be better that you just straight up moved in there with them? Would the other students in their dorm be annoyed by your presence? This wasnāt your assigned bedroom after all.
You tried to power through those worrying thoughts, as you pushed the door open. You were too scared of Umbridge to give a care about what others thought. She hated you. Hated you because those twins liked you. You were the enemy by association.
You would tip toe across the room, and would hug yourself tighter. Just worried about being a burden, and a bother. Something she would often say you were. Just attacking your insecurities. She was good at that. She was good at making people hurt. Oh she was damn good at hurting people, and getting away with it.
Finally, you reached the familiar bed. Fredās bed. Well, Fred and Georgeās bed. They never really out grew sharing a bed. Georgeās ended up being a make shift work shop table for their inventions. You found it utterly adorable how they would hold each other. They had a special bond. Magic tended to play a heavy role in that, but you still found it sweet. How that no matter how old they get they would still make sure to be there for each other. No matter what. Was comforting to see that guys donāt always worry about masculinity.
āPsstā¦.Guys-ā You gently shook Georgeās shoulder, as you tried to wake them up. Didnāt want to wake the other students up, but you also didnāt want to just climb into bed either. Could startle them. Or worse. They didnāt want you to, and you invaded their personal bubble. Consent is important after all.
āHm-?ā George would rub at his eyes, while Fred yawned. They were annoyed as hell, until they saw it was you who bothered them. George gave a comforting smile, before scooting away from his twin. Fred, in turn, lifted the blanket up. You gave a sigh in relief, before climbing between them. Snuggled safely between them both.
āThanks.ā You whispered, as they would wrap their arms around you. A tangled of limbs, just like that. Was so warm. So warm, and safe. No one could get to you now. Safe between a pair of tricksters. Just like that. The smell of fire crackers, and cinnamon. That was such a comforting scent to you. Baked goods, and fire.
āNo pink toads will get you-ā āNot on our watch.ā The twins would tease you, as they gave you a tight squeeze. A reminder that they werenāt going anywhere. Not without you, at the very least. That had you smile, and feel a weight lift off your body. Safe. Safe again.
āWeāve got plans for her. Donāt worry.ā George would reassure you, as he would nuzzle into the back of your neck. Enjoying the warmth you gave him, as his arm reached over to keep physical touch with Fred. The two most important people he has, right in his arms.
āAnd itās going to be utterly spectacular. Just you wait and see.ā Fred would echo, as he rested his head on yours. Forcing your nose into his neck, as his arm did the same thing. Keeping George close, as you were all safely hidden under the blanket.
āPromise.ā They would share, as you were already drifting to sleep. Safe in their strong arms, and knowing youāll be safe by morning all the same. No scary toads to haunt your dreams. Just a pair of pranksters to defend you. No matter what.
Safe snuggles. What a dream come true.
#harry potter#Fred Weasley#fred weasley x reader#George Weasley#george weasley x reader#Fred and George#Fred and George Weasley#Weasley twins#weasley twins x reader#x reader#professor umbridge#dolores umbridge#Umbridge#snuggles#cuddling & snuggling#because not everything has to be sex#i am so touch starved#I wish I could cuddle#I want to be held#Iām so lonely#god iām not your strongest soldier#short and sweet#short ficlet#ficlet#hp fanfic#harry potter fanfiction#I need cuddles#please sir#I just want to be loved#is that too much to ask
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I was wondering, does king Narinder have ever had any funny episode with catnip in his life?
-Im getting the warnings of becoming sick so no art but you guys can have a little idea I have!-
"What is going on? Why is everyone running out of the building?" Lambert looks to the panicked palace staff.
"The king has accidentally sniffed catnip!" One maid yells as she rushes out the door.
"Huh? Why is that a problem? Is he alergic or something?" Lambert grabs the arm of a fleeing butler, not understanding the urgency. Their grip is firm on the poor butler.
"The problem is, whoever sees him in that state gets punished the day after!" The butler answers as another maid stops by the two to warn them.
"Years ago one had seen him lick his own hand and the next day the poor butler was forced to clean horse shit with bare hands!" She says it like its the grosest thing in the world.
"And another maid had heard him purr and my god.... she was almost fired!" The butler pries Lambert's grip off of his arm as he speaks.
"That just sounds like he is embarrased of the state he is in?" Lambert understands the situation of everyone fleeing as no one would want to be fired from the palace for such reasons, working at the palace pays well, but the situation was still too ridiculous for everyone to run away.
"Yea it- eeeee!" The butler and the maid hightail it as Narinder approaches them.
He picks Lambert up, they dont even protest (were they really this light for him to easily hoist them up?) as he brings them to the garden. The sun is still up but no one is around, everyone has fleed from the palace.He purrs and wraps his hands around Lambert, who wasnt wearing their armor. He cuddles them, burying his nose into their nape and licks wherever he gets his snuggly face on while lying down as the birds chirp and Lambert looks at the blue sky all stiff, not sure what to do in this unexpected turn of events.
"Oh im so dead tomorrow..." Lambert says outloud to no one, feeling dread in their gut while they are forcefully cuddled in grass. Their heart beats fast in their chest and they think it has to be because of fear.
His nose tickles...
The next day, however, when Narinder and Lambert run into eachother in the corridor, the morning sun hits Narinder's face in just the right angle for his face to be seen behind his veil and he is... blushing? He turns away before Lambert can properly see.
How weird, he would usually give them an order to follow him or something else.
Maybe he forgot. Cute.
#ask#royal au#cotl royal au#cotl#cult of the lamb#ficlet#?#idk what to call this dbkfkf#narilamb#cotl lamb#cotl narinder#writing#small fic#royal au ask#aychama#writings
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TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog
āAh, High General Winduā, says Fox, pleasantly. āSo we meet again.ā
High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though itās getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. āIf I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?ā
Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. Itās hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. āI am willing to discuss terms.ā A bridge will do just fine.
Impossibly, the High Generalās eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. āA compromise, then, esteemed Commander.ā And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.
āWHATā, says Kote, calmly, āTHE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.ā
āYouāll short out your helmet micā, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. Heād just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.
High General Winduās face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.
Because the Galaxy doesnāt hate Fox enough already and Cody wasnāt enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. āIf you try that again, dickheadā, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, āIām going to resurrect you and then kill you again.ā
āAh, Wolffeā, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, āRemember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?ā
Wolffeās eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why thatās a bad idea. āI feelā, his oriāvod presses out between clenched teeth, āthat if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, Iām going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.ā
āThatās fairā, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.
āExcuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see whatās so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solveā, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and oriāvode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion thatās quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalkerās back like heās a race-Eopie, which is Foxā only consolation.
He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Councilās chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatineās unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-
Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.
Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, heād said. Youāre kriffing serious.
Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, youāll have to catch me first!
And catch him, High General Windu sure did.
āThe will of the Force this isā, Yoda interrupts Foxā train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. āShake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.ā
āThatād be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last oneā, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesnāt bother with either that or the green goblinās cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.
āAlright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, Iām firing all the Jedi. No offense, but youāre kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellorās office, Iām calling Dooku to let him know the warās off. And please get me Judicial, theyāll be up all night working on my datafolders - Iām having the Senate arrested.ā
āWho - is - arresting - ā, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where heās just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.
Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile thatās all teeth. āThe Senateā, he says, sweetly, wondering if heās just imagined the shiver thatās gone through the room. āIām suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.ā
#commander fox#corrie guard deserves better#sw tcw fic idea#look fox has been planning this coup for a while okay he just needed to adjust and get over the initial reaction of Fuck No#if theyāre sentient enough for their signatures to have authoritative quality on military reports and to be promoted to chancellor on a#technicality then theyāre sentient enough for everything to be victims of systemic oppression and abuse#fox still does not want this position and will yeet it the literal second bail organa isnāt watching his step religiously#a custody battle ensues between Corries and GAR oriāvode for who grts to tackle him (affectionate)#it is solved by getting a bigger room so they can all do it at once#thorn makes a point of jamming his elbow in some soft places. cody and co are disgruntled but accepting of this#he has a bit of a point admittedly and wolffe has to promise not to threaten murder again#plo makes him go to another Effective Interpersonal Communication Seminar (itās the fifth that year)#anakin is initially outraged on padmeās behalf but she could literally not be happier#fully supportive of being arrested in the name of Foxā Good#we can still do book club though right she asks. visiting hours donāt apply to chancellor probably#fox shrugs. itās his next act as chancellor#count dooku: live slug reaction#the systemic issues fuelling the war cannot be solved with a phone call but in absence of someone with two braincells to rub together#the whole thing loses steam and strategy steadily#look it was always a sham that house of cards of a republic/confederacy was waiting to be blown over by literally any light breeze#general grievous implodes from pure rage. legend has it his last word was KENOBAAYYYYY. wipes away tear#thorn laughs so hard when he hears all this he cracks a rib#another day another post of utter nonsense#ponds makes sure to give his foxāika a hug as soon as heās floated down bcs ponds is the best#which is why he didnāt get it in the last ficlet for anyone wondering#the only functional one#much like mace windu
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What about omega prison guard Steve and alpha prisoner Eddie Munson.
Steve should sue that prison for workplace endangerment and Iām so sorry for how late this is. I have others still in my inbox too that I will get to eventually!
That being said... alpha prisoner Eddie flirting with nervous prison guard Steve!!! Steve who's been told to be wary of inmates trying to intimidate him with threats, but he was never warned that he'd fall in love with the charming weirdo in Block D who's always telling him how pretty he is.
At first, Steve assumes that inmate Munson is trying to get extra time in the yard or a better work assignment, but he never does. He greets Steve like a friend, asks how his dog is, and even makes sure that other prisoners don't mess with him despite being an omega working in an alpha prison.
It feels too good to be true, but five days a week, Steve clocks in and instantly finds himself drawn to Block D. Even if it's not his assignment for the day, he makes a point to say good morning to Eddie. Sometimes he does sneak him an extra granola bar from commissary if he's feeling generous, even though Eddie would never ask.
"Morning, officer beautiful."
Steve laughs at that, sticking his hand in his pocket to quickly find the pack of gum security had allowed him to bring inside. Not necessarily following protocol, but he figures that it's innocent enough.
"Good morning, Munson," he greets.
Eddie gets off his cot and comes over to the bars of his cell, his smile widening when he catches sight of the bright pink package of gum in Steve's outstretched hand.
He has to be subtle about the special treatment, but Eddieās good about that, accepting the present and pocketing it quickly.
"Surely you can come up with a better petname than that, baby? You've had damn near a whole year to pick one for me,ā Eddie teases in a whisper.
Steve brushes it off with a laugh, putting a little more space between them.
Having a soft spot for a handsome prisoner wouldnāt look good to the other inmates or his fellow correctional officers. Everyone already thinks heās not fit for this job and he canāt afford to lose it. Itās the best paying job heās ever had and the benefits are great.
āAlright, Munson. Mind your manners.. Whatās on the agenda for Block D? Are you running your little club this morning?ā
The alpha typically leads some weird club for the prisoners on good behavior. Steve has never understood their funny game, but he always volunteers to oversee it.
Eddie smirks, throwing him a wink as he returns to his bunk and picks up a full box to show Steve.
āBig plans for today, actually.ā
He chuckles at that.
There are no big plans in prison. Every day is more or less the same. Eddie either has a work assignment or his club. Sometimes he attends a special workshop or class for some college credit, but itās not exactly the Ritz-Carlton.
āSure, Munson. Whatever you say,ā Steve says, rolling his eyes.
Eddie pouts.
āDonāt you want to know why all my stuff is packed up? You arenāt the least bit curious?ā
Huh?
He looks around the cell, suddenly noticing how bare the walls areā devoid of Eddieās monstrous drawings and plans for his game. In fact, his bed has been completely stripped and none of his books are lying around the place anymore.
āEddie? Whatā whatās happening here?ā Steve questions frantically, his heart racing now at the idea of his favorite prisoner being transferred elsewhere.
Heās had good behavior lately, but maybe he got caught in a fight on Steveās weekend off?
Eddie canāt leave. Heās unintentionally become Steveās best friend here and honestly, heāll really miss the guy. Even the extra attention and flirting too!
The alpha drops his box and comes all the way to the bars, close enough that he can reach a hand through and take Steveās. He squeezes it gently, settling Steveās panic a little with his calming scent now.
āHey now, baby. I thought youād be happy for me? Are you really that upset that Iām getting out finally?ā
Gettingā¦ out? Holy shit. Eddie is leaving prison. For good.
āYouā your time is up?ā
Eddie leans down, glancing around to make sure nobody sees him press a kiss to the omegaās knuckles.
āYeah, sweetheart. I told you I was gonna be on my best behavior for the parole board. How else was I gonna take you on that date I promised?ā
Everything he says always sounds confident and a little cocky, but for once, Eddie seems vulnerable and sincere.
He actually wants to take Steve on a date.
Steve shakes his head, but doesnāt pull his hand away from Eddie.
āYou didnāt really mean that,ā he protests. āI know you were just messing around or whatever, Eddie.ā
āOh, so now you know my name?ā the alpha teases.
Steve rolls his eyes, wanting a real answer.
āMunsonā¦ā
Eddie grins.
āAlright, alright. No need for all of that, honey. I just thought Iād give you a heads-up in case you wanted me to leave you alone when I get out. I didnāt really expect you to let an ex-con take you out, but it gave me something to aim for and I wanted to thank you nonetheless for being such a good friend, even if you donāt want to see me outside of here.ā
Steve hesitates for a moment.
Of course he didnāt realize that Eddie was getting free any time soon when the alpha joked about taking him out and āshowing him a good time.ā
But does that really change anything?
If Eddie wasnāt an inmate, would Steve be interested in him? The answer seems clear, but heād never had to think it through before now.
He clears his throat, giving Eddie a smile as he comes to a conclusion.
āI thinkā¦ I think you could thank me with dinner, Munson. Iām assuming you have a place to stay already? Do you have a number I can call too?ā
Eddie grins like a kid in a candy store and runs to grab a piece of paper out of the box, writing on it frantically before shoving it into Steveās open hand.
āIām staying with my Uncle Wayne. He got me a position at his garage since I got all my certs here. My first paycheck is all yours, Steve. You find the fanciest restaurant in town and Iāll book the table, sweetheart,ā Eddie promises. āYou wonāt regret this.ā
He blushes at the intense stare from the alpha, feeling surprisingly eager for him to follow through with this.
āIām going to hold you to that, Eddie. Donāt keep me waiting too long.ā
Steve loses his favorite inmate that day, but ends up with a different kind of mate a few months later.
#slick Sunday#steddie#steddie omegaverse#omega steve harrington#alpha eddie munson#steddie ficlet#a/b/o#omegaverse#my asks#anon asks
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YES YANDERE YUTA PLEASE
Yuta didn't mean to start stalking you. Really, it was a complete accident. His crush on youāa kind upperclassmenāhad turned into an obsession he couldn't shake. Friendly glances turned into longing stares. A bypassing thought turned into incessant fantasies. Regular concern for your safety turned into worrying when you weren't in his sights. Wondering if you were single turned into murderous jealousy at the thought of someone else having you.
So much so, that discovering your crush on Gojo-Sensei had him annoyed with the strongest sorcerer for weeks.
Yuta couldn't help but want you. Really, it was your fault he'd become so obsessed. You'd been a sweetheart to him when he'd first arrived at Jujutsu Tech, encouraging him every step of the way, offering to train him when you had time. He shouldn't have taken it personally, because you were eager to help all of your underclassmen. You wanted them to reach their fullest potential, and more importantly, stay safe. Your mentorship and fretting sparked pesky feelings in Yuta, feelings he thought would only be reserved for Rika.
Plus, your pretty smiles, soft body, lively eyesā¦all of it made you into the total package.
You'd proven his notion wrong, making him feel like an elementary student dealing with his first crush. He desperately wanted you, and Yuta would employ any means necessary to have you in his clutches. After all, he was the strongest now, second to none.
And maybe, his new body would make you more partial to his love.
#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#asks#jjk yuta#jjk yuuta#yandere yuta#yandere#yandere x reader#yuta x reader#yuta okkotsu#okkotsu yuuta#yuuta okkotsu x reader#chubby reader#jujutsu sorcerer#jujutsu gojo#fanfic#drabble#drabbles#ficlet
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hi!!!!
id love to see a poly!marauders where the reader is muggle born or atlest muggle raised , reader and remus just bond over muggle stuff while the others sit there all confused asking wtf theyāre talking about
like music, technology, maybe certain foods, certain slang and books the wizard world doesnāt have.
(ps i love ur blog and everything you write plz keep it upā¤ļø)
hahaha awe so cute - here's a sweet little scene, and thanks for your request <33
poly!marauders x gn!reader who is muggle born
James was not too proud to admit he was rather upset.
And by upset, he meant jealous, terribly jealous. And desperate, so unbelievably desperate. And also sort of pissed off.
The cause of such upset, you might wonder?
Oh, only one of his own sodding boyfriends, of course.
You see, it had beenĀ hisĀ idea to start chatting with you in order to see where things could go - you know, romantically - between the four of you.
Sirius was eager - which would seem very out of character for the notoriously territorial and stand-offish Black who was wary of anyone interfering with their already established dynamic - but Sirius was equally as enamoured with you as James was from your shared classes and your few interactions around the castle.
Of course - as would be expected - it wasĀ MoonyĀ that the two of them had to persuade to consider you in earnest.Ā
āCome on, Moons. Donāt tell me youāre worried that you wonāt be the smartest one in the relationship anymore.āĀ Sirius had teased, earning him a glare from the werewolf.Ā
But of course, James (and Sirius) had been right, and Remus was practically immediately taken with you after James had officially introduced you to his boyfriends at a Gryffindor party.Ā
It was perhaps very helpful that you happened to be muggle born seeing as Remus had a muggle parent himself, so he was able to bond with you over various muggle things.
And James thought that was wonderful! Truly!
Really.
He honestly did.
But...well, did you guys have to talk about it all of the time!?
And itās not that James didnāt like you talking about muggle things, or that he didnāt like muggle things in general.
What heĀ didnātĀ like was that he couldnāt participate in the conversation at all.
And James is sorry, but what in the buggering fuck was a āvee sea areā?
James tuned back into the conversation when he began recognizing some of the words you and Remus were saying, though Sirius looked no less confused than he had previously.
āMy favourite is probably The Sound of Music.ā You admitted somewhat bashfully, features painted with a shy smile as you looked at Remus through your eyelashes.
James didnāt know what you were so shy about, especially considering Remus was beaming at you in response. āMe too!ā He agreed readily.
āI love the sound of music!ā James chimed in readily, earning him a surprise look from you, a curious look from Remus, and a bemused look from Sirius.Ā
āDo you really?ā You asked sweetly, offering him a hopeful smile.
āI didnāt know youād ever heard of it.ā Remus added quietly.
James scoffed. āOh, come off it Moons. Of course I love the sound of music! Itās arguably one of my favourite sounds ever!āĀ
āAwe.ā You said sympathetically as Remus barked a laugh.
James looked at the two of you in confusion before he turned to Sirius in hopes for an answer.Ā
āI donāt know how Prongsie, seeing as they never really asked a question.ā Sirius started, placing a reassuring hand on his thigh and squeezing gently, āBut I think you got the answer wrong.ā
James harrumphed and fell back into his chair, feeling thoroughly dejected.Ā
āIām sorry Jamie.ā You apologized, looking particularly distraught at having caused James any grief. āWe can talk about something else, if youād like.ā
James waved you off quickly. āNo, no. Iām sorry, sweets. It doesnāt matter to me what you talk about, as long as I get to continue hearing the sound of your lovely voice, arguably my second favourite sound ever.āĀ
James may not know what sounds of music you had been talking about, but he was proud that heĀ didĀ know how to make you blush something fierce with nothing but a few simple words.Ā
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steddie request! pre steddie during a pool day eddie feels cute aggression and bites the back of steve's shoulder and surprises him
It should be ILLEGAL, Eddie thinks, for Steve Harrington to allowed out into polite company, much less in a community pool where innocent eyes could gaze upon him. Objectively, sure, Eddie knows that those little pink swim shorts aren't any more scandalous that what anyone else is wearing today. Ted Wheeler is knocked out on a lounge chair with only a speedo. But it's Steve. And Eddie's doing his best to rehab his image in Hawkins, so drooling after the local Harrington prince wasn't going to help.
Never mind that it was Steve who drug Eddie out into Satan's crack that is Indiana summer in August. He'd made a good case about it, tooāsomething, something, being seen doing good in front of all the moms at the community pool, something, something, Holly's birthday party, yada yada. Honestly, Eddie didn't hear most of it, lost in Steve's stupid, beautiful brown eyes.
What was Eddie going to say? No?? Be for real.
That was how Eddie found himself sat on a deck chair (thankfully one with an umbrella), in his jeans next to a cooler, handing little girls juice boxes and snacks when demanded of him.
Holly Wheeler must befriends with the entire elementary school, Jesus Christ.
Steve himself, in his aforementioned pink swim trunks, was playing as pool jungle gym and had kids crawling all over him. It helped a lot to keep Eddie from drooling after him, but didn't do a lot for Eddie's heart.
Worse than Steve being hot, was Steve being cute. Eddie couldn't take it. He was going to die.
Steve had one of the smaller kids perched on his hip, held safely up out of the splash zone, while the rest of the hoard took turns climbing up onto his shoulders and using him like a diving board, his free hand guiding them safely into the water as they jumped. It looked like hell to Eddie, but Steve was grinning ear to ear, rating each jump with a booming cheer that had all the kids screaming around him with each splash.
"Um, excuse me," snaps a little girl in front of Eddie. He glances down and feels like he's looking at a mini Erica Sinclair, her hands on her hips and scowling. A chilling sight.
"Whatcha need, shrimp?" Eddie sighs, flipping the cooler lid up to take another order. "We're out of red barrels, and our stock of blue is going fast."
She eyes him skeptically for a moment before her little shoulders slump. "Fine, I guess I'll take the blue."
"Here you go," he says, pulling the foil off for her since little wrinkled baby fingers have yet to manage it all day. "Now be gone with ye."
Treating him with another incredibly bitchy look for a third grader, she bounds off just as a shadow appears over Eddie. A wet arm hooks over Eddie's shoulders, just as Steve crashes into the deck chair beside him, too small for two nearly full grown men, the plastic creaking ominously. Steve is practically in Eddie's lap.
"Harrington, what the fuck," Eddie squawks, cold pool water soaking into his clothes because Steve is dripping wet.
"What the language, Munson," Steve says, still grinning, looking at Eddie with those brown eyes. His face is round and a little pink, and he's so close that Eddie can see the faint trail of summer freckles across his nose. He's so beautiful, and he looks so happy and excited to have Eddie's attention. "There's little earsāOW WHAT THE FUCK!"
Eddie opens his jaw and yanks his head back, almost as shocked with himself as Steve. He can taste pool water in his mouth. There's a line of pink teeth-marks on Steve tanned shoulder.
"Uh," Eddie says.
"Did..." Steve starts. He leans back a little, still half in Eddie's lap, to gape down at him. "Did you just... bite me?"
"Y-Yeah," Eddie breathes. "Whoops."
"Whoops?" Steve repeats, brows high on his forehead. "Why the hell did you bite me?"
"You're very bitable." Eddie's going to drown himself in the pool at this rate. "You're too cute. I had to bite you."
He watches as Steve's eyes narrow, watches as Steve begins to suss him out. Eddie's still too shocked with himself to do anything, can't even panic, because he's that much of an idiot and his brain has gone completely offline. Because Eddie bit Steve Harrington and then called him cute, Jesus Humphrey Christ.
Then Steve leans down, slowly, until his face is right in Eddie's, and an insane thought goes through Eddie's brain. I bit Steve Harrington, told him he was cute, and now he's going to kiss me.
Except Steve bypasses Eddie's face and lands his lips against Eddie's neck, where he then tries to take his own pound of flesh.
Eddie screeches.
Distantly, he recognizes what a weird blessing it is that they're at the community pool, surrounded half the elementary school, all of them screeching and screaming and splashing. Everyone is completely oblivious to whatever homosexual nightmare is happening to Eddie right now.
"You're pretty cute yourself, Ed," Steve says into the small space next to his ear. And then he's up and standing between one breath and the next. "We really gotta teach you some manners though," he says, grinning, before he turns and dives into the pool.
"Y-Yeah," Eddie says weakly in his absence. He can feel Steve's spit on his neck, rapidly drying the summer heat, the bite mark aching with promise.
#asks#steddie#pre-steddie#steddie ficlet#brought to you by personal experience as a past (unwilling) pool jungle gym i did not enjoy it as much as steve does here smh#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!!!#i hope you like it!!#my steddies
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bucktommy prompt: late-night date
"We don't have to do this if you're too tired," Tommy says, for what feels like at least the thirtieth time. "I can take a raincheck without getting my feelings hurt, I promise."
"No! No, I want to," Evan insists. The insistence would maybe land a little harder - just a little - if his jaw didn't crack on a huge yawn at the tail end of his sentence. He's quick to stifle it into the back of one of his hands, but Tommy can see the rings of exhaustion on his face, the way his big blue puppydog eyes are drooping, and feels a wave of fondness for groggy, sleepy Evan still being just as stubborn. Around his yawn, Evan continues, "Do-oon't - don't take this a-ah-away from me."
The sky is dark outside, the blinking lights of the city cutting through the inky sky outside the expansive windows of Evan's loft. LA never really gets quiet, but Tommy still feels like they're in a hidden sort of moment here, world shut down around them; the sun is down, the neighbours are asleep, and Tommy knocked so quietly on Evan's door so he wouldn't disturb anyone when he came over. Evan's been up all night and Tommy has to leave in the morning, but for now, even just for a few hours, they have some time to snatch together, a small and desperate opportunity to collide. It's been too long of their shifts not lining up lately, and Tommy feels like he's been in Evan withdrawals - a lifetime being fine alone, and suddenly he's pining when he goes a week without seeing a man he's only known for two months. He's trying to put up a good front, but the truth is, Tommy's desperate for this date. He's up four hours early for his early-morning shift just for an opportunity to kiss Evan Buckley three or four times and then listen to his snores when he falls asleep. When did life get like this?
"I'm just saying, I don't feel like you're gonna make it through more than ten minutes of the movie," Tommy says, but he starts setting up Evan's TV anyway, loading into Netflix while Evan flops down on the couch behind him.
"That's not, like, unique to it being 2AM, to be fair," Evan says. He stretches out one of his long legs to kick the back of Tommy's knees. Tommy catches his broad foot in both his hands and then works his way up Evan's leg until he can tug Evan to the edge of the couch, and lean down to press Evan into a kiss. He kisses him once, twice, wet smacking kisses that Evan eagerly leans into. No matter how tired he is, there never seems to be a time Evan Buckley isn't enthusiastic about being kissed - his hot hands slide around Tommy's waist immediately, his teeth scraping at Tommy's mouth.
"Don't remind me that you're a horrible freak who doesn't like movies just when I'm starting to get fond of you," Tommy says, when they break apart. Evan rolls his eyes with great affect.
"Can't fool me, I know you're already obsessed with me," Evan says, grinning - god, his smile is so bright it nearly hurts to look at. Then he pauses, turns flirty; "I mean, we don't...have to watch a movie, necessarily, though."
One of his hands starts creeping from Tommy's waist down to his belt. Tommy narrows his eyes. "I'll be way more insulted if you fall asleep during sex than during The Notebook, Evan."
"Oh, fine," Evan says. He pulls Tommy down onto the couch. "At least let me use you as a pillow."
"Go for it. I've been told I'm an excellent pillow. Hotel quality," Tommy tells him.
He presses play on the remote and then wraps his arms around Evan, letting Evan curl up against his shoulder. Evan's so warm, always runs hot, Tommy's personal space heater - he smells like warm skin and citrus soap. Tommy wants to smell it forever.
Evan suddenly sounds huffy when he says, "Told by who? You better not be letting anyone else sleep on top of you."
Tommy laughs, and pulls him closer. The movie starts, and sure enough, within ten minutes, Evan is drooling on his shoulder, completely dead to the world. Tommy doesn't move him. He'd take a 2AM nap date with Evan's snores over a five-star restaurant with anyone else.
#this is maybe nothing but i wanted to write SOMEthing for this so#bucktommy#ficlet#asks#evan buckley#tommy kinard#mine#bucktommy fic
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oooh, Cia, about a lil ficlet based on that post about Buck just plopping himself down on Tommy's lap whenever he wants.
Sarah, my beloved! I hope you like this <3
Buck waves his hands animatedly, from his place on Tommy's lap. He's telling Karen about his and Tommy's trip to the botanical garden the other day and how they got to go into the butterfly pavilion.
"Tommy was covered in butterflies, you shoulda seen!" Then, he turns to wink at Tommy. "And he wasn't even a little bit afraid of them."
Karen giggles, as Tommy faux glares at him and starts poking his ribs, well-versed in Buck's ticklish spots.
Buck squirms, trying to get away, but Tommy holds him in place, like it's nothing and doesn't let up.
"Okay, okay, I yield!" He shrieks. And he's glad he threw his arms around Tommy's neck because, in the next second, there's a loud crack, as the chair splinters beneath them and they're both suddenly ass on the ground.
Well, they'd had a good run, he supposes. For as many times as he's sat in Tommy's lap, he's surprised this didn't happen sooner, frankly.
He chances one look at Tommy, who is slightly red in the face. The moment their eyes meet, they burst out in laughter, and if they hadn't already been on the floor, they would have fallen over, anyway.
They laugh and laugh, until they're wiping tears from their eyes and Karen laughs too- more at them, than with them, though. "Well, am I glad I captured that priceless little moment," she smirks, shaking her phone in their faces.
Tommy almost breaks his neck to gasp at her. "Wait did you know this would happen? Karen, you wound me."
Karen shrugs innocently. "I thought I heard the chair creak just before, but I wasn't sure. Anyway, you know this was bound to happen. You two go around acting like chairs are meant to hold two grown-ass men! And Buck, I love you, but as much as you act like one sometimes, a puppy you are not!ā
She stands up from her own chair and taps at her phone with a grin. A few seconds later, their phones buzz.
Buck groans. āReally? You sent it to the group chat?ā
āWhat? I thought theyād want to see,ā she blinks at them sweetly. āBesides, I had to prove I won the bet,ā she nods smugly.
āThere was a bet?ā Tommy asks indignantly.
āOh Tommy, you should know by now, thereās always a bet.ā With that, she walks away from them and ducks inside her and Henās house.
Tommy lays back on the grass, pulling Buck with him. āWell, at least thereās a silver lining,ā he sighs.
Buck turns his head to look at him, doubtful. āOh yeah? Please do tell me.ā
āAt least everyone else went home before it happened.ā
Buck pictures Chim and Eddieās gleeful ribbing and shudders. Oh god, what if Athena had been there? āYeah, yeah I think youāre right.ā
āI often am,ā Tommy agrees, voice low and teasing.
āDonāt push it, Kinard,ā Buck mutters.
āI thought you liked it when I pushed you around, against surfaces, especially,ā he smirks.
āIāll show you pushing,ā Buck warns, before rolling over and pinning Tommy beneath him.
Heās just about to kiss him breathless, when the backyard flood lights shine on them and Hen yells from the door. āGet a room! Your room, in your home, please.ā
They both groan this time. He rolls off Tommy and helps him up instead.
Tommy wraps an arm around him, as they walk to their car. āCock-blocked by a Hen,ā he shakes his head and giggles. āGet it?ā
Buck laughs, despite himself. āOh god, why am I with you, again?ā
āBecause you looove me.ā
āYeah,ā Buck whispers, still in awe that that he gets to have this, slightly wounded pride and all. āI really do.ā
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part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")
So, hugs with Eddie becomeā¦ well, a thing.
Not a thing. Theyāre not a thing, Steve and Eddie. Itās totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddieās doing him a favour as a friend. Itās got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend ā a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they canāt tell whose are whose.
Except, Steve doesnāt really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasnāt done it ever with Robin.
So, itās an Eddie thing.
But theyāre not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steveās overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just canāt tell.
Whereās the line? Itās infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasnāt held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steveās surprised that this is so near the top.
Because, sure, Steveās had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.
And this thing with Eddieā¦ is not that.
So, really, Steve knows that itās all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. Heās being a decent dude and helping his friend out ā by catapulting himself into Steveās arms at every opportune moment.
(Steveās only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. Itās only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasnāt completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)
And heās different in other areas. Heāll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm ā and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steveās shoulder.
Steve notices though. He always notices.
Itās impossible not toā the skin, even if thereās 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddieās hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steveās collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddieās breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.
It drives Steve a little insaneā insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddieās pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.
Yeah, itāsā well, itās safe to say that the effect of Eddieās touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.
But he canāt fucking tell.
-
To Steveās credit, neither can Eddie.
Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.
Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin wouldāve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.
Steve though? Heās the fucking curve ball.
It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually ā the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and doā¦ nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.
So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddieās usual wandering hands got too comfortable ā Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didnāt matter than Eddie wasnāt even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.
Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.
But thenā āCan Iā¦ have a hug?ā There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve couldāve asked for but that? Wasnāt even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.
A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddieās need for affection seem to never be sated.
After that night, Steveās lack of touch became far more obvious. Itās always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.
Butā¦ āSometimes I realise itās been awhile, since Iāve had some touch.ā Thatās what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesnāt even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.
It had thrown Eddie for a loopā because Steve gets around. Heās nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering sheās subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steveās words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.
So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steveās pants ā not for lack of want, mind you ā he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steveās shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when theyāre side by side watching a film.
Itās good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, itās laughable, even to Eddie. Itās like Gay 101; donāt get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones youāre friends with. And yetā¦
Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; thereās still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like heās trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddieās touch eventually ā in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.
And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, heās a romantic. Itās a quiet hope but, itās there.
Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usualā several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steveās arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. āCos thatās 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when itās just the two of them, it becomes this.
Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. Itās the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steveās middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steveās chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.
It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesnāt give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie ā he trusts Eddie.
āYāknow,ā Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steveās pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddieās fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. āIām actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.ā
He leaves it there ācos he knows Steve will ask. Eddieās eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steveās head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddieās pretty sure he can see Steveās mouth twitch up into a smile.
āYeah?ā
āOh yeah,ā Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steveās for just a moment. āThink Iāve had some of the best hugs in the world.ā
Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isnāt just doing it for Steve ā that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.
āSwept up in these pillowy arms?ā He croons, giving Steveās bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. āWho wouldnāt think so? Iām a lucky guy.ā
Despite the joking tone, thereās no quick comeback from Steve. Thatās alright. Eddieās quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; letās the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if itās just a little bit. He watches the film and doesnāt read into the silence.
Not even when Steve says, āEddie?ā all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesnāt quite register to Eddieās ears.
āMm?ā
āEddie.ā Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddieās attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steveās chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.
But the moment he makes eye contact, Steveās doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddieās sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.
Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering heās currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie canāt fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hugā which, well, just wasnāt going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.
āCan I-ā Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like heās gathering courage. But heās not, because heās not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, heās not, heāsā
Unlessā¦?
āCan Iā¦ have a kiss?ā Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself ā imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss ā from him!
āOh.ā Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. Heās fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe itās his heart, which feels like itās leapt up his throat.
āOh?ā Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddieās want. Because he knows him.
āYes.ā Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. āYes, absolutely, you can.ā He affirms.
Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddieās jaw, tilting him just how he likes.
Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steveās heartbeat through where theyāre pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.
Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steveās lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddieās ever had about them. Theyāre warm and so soft ā plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddieās neverā¦ well, kissed anybody before.
Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up ā not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve ā Steve Harrington ā asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.
āYou call that a kiss?ā Steve teases and Eddieās well aware of the parallel ā of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he canāt make himself laugh even though itās funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.
āIām sorry,ā Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens ā he needs to see whatās Steveās thinking. Where heās expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.
āI havenāt- I donāt do this often.ā He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. āEver.ā
Thereās a jump in Steveās eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feelā¦ well, itās nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasnāt. He tries to take it as a compliment.
āThatās okay,ā Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddieās jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.
āDo you want to try again?ā
Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath ā the rigidness in his body.
Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, āRelax.ā
āCos isnāt tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steveās kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steveās sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.
Itās good. Itās really good. Kissing Steve is top 5ā nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, itās made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isnāt just kissing him for a heat of the moment ā that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.
And with the way he kisses, Eddieās pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.
It doesnāt take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckinā state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ācos Eddie canāt stop his stupid happy grin ācos shitā he actually gets to have this Steve.
āWhat?ā Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddieās eyes.
āCan I... have a hickie?ā
now with a part three !
#at this point call this the 'can i' series#sweet boys asking each other for things they most certainly would be given <3#but don't think they will <3#tried to flip it and make it so even tho eddie is used to touch. the romantic touch? he's got none! that's where he's touch-starved#ALSO EVERYONE'S TAGS WERE SO NICE ON THE LAST ONE#trust i am. not feelin so bad nowadays (me saying this like 4 days later lmao)#but <3 thank u all#gay ppl in my phone.... you know what to do#ruby writes steddie#steve x eddie#steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#touch-starved steve harrington#not rlly anymore hehe#does anyone notice that it ends with yet another 'can i?" question? HEHE#yet again stib gets kisses where ruby doesn't but alas <3 dis is way fluffier this time#nearly went the angst route! and went hmmmm naur#ok ok i'll be quiet now
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