#not too sure if I should put this in the actual tags

[creeksandsocks]

Lovefool (A valentines special)

New to being a couple, you and Eddie enjoy your valentine's day home alone with movies, roses and whipped cream…

Pairing: Inexperienced!Eddie x Inexperienced!Reader

[6.3K words]

A/N: Happy valentines day! I hope you guys like this - i've been working on it for a while!

Tags: Smut, 18+, MDNI, groping, blowjobs, eating out, protected!PiV, kissing, eating food off each other, nervous sex, saying “I love you”.

You finish applying a final layer of Pink Lemonade Kissing Potion Lip Gloss as you hear 3 solid knocks on your front door. You already know who’s knocking, you've been nervously awaiting his arrival all morning - doing your morning routine with extra care, tucking in your freshly washed sheets, making sure you have a brand new pack of condoms waiting in your nightstand drawer - From your mirror, you peer over your shoulder and see the clock on your nightstand reading 4:00 PM exactly. You appreciate that the heartthrob on your front porch is timely.

You bound down the staircase, familiar stairs taken two at time -anything to reach the front door faster. Once you reach your entryway, you quickly compose yourself and smooth your hair down before you reach for the front door handle and swing it open. As planned, standing outside is Eddie, your boyfriend(!). He's sporting a rom-com pose with his hand braced against the door, leaning into it, and a red rose stem gripped between his teeth and his left arm hidden behind him. “Hello valentine” he swoons through gritted rose-biting teeth.

“Hi Eddie”, you greet him sweetly as you both swoon at one another - this is the first time you've seen each other for three days, you've both been busy during the week. This only adds to the nervous anticipation for tonight. He removes his arm from the door frame, takes the rose from his mouth and nestles it behind your ear. He uses his now free arm to cup your face and kiss you hello. It’s very solid and sweet, you both know it’s not the last time that you’ll kiss each other tonight. Once you separate lips, you're still hungry, you place both your hands on his neck and pull him forward, kissing him again, this time open mouthed and harder, pressing into each other.

“Mmm”, he hums when you part, licking your lip gloss from his lips, “strawberry?”. You shake your head, “strawberry lemonade, actually, maybe you should get another taste? Just to make sure?”. He doesn’t hesitate when you give him permission to kiss you again. He leans in and gives you several earnest pecks, all over your mouth. He's aware of the fact that you're both perched in your front door frame in plain view of all your neighbours, doing nothing too R rated, yet. You're both giggling by the time he pulls back and puts on an exaggerated thinking face.

“I don't know if i'm getting lemonade, babe - you gotta give me another taste”, he jokes and jumps into you, teeth bared like he's a vampire coming to get you. You play with him, and jump back from the door, back into the entryway of your house- he follows you right in and drops the shopping bag he was holding in his hidden arm and closes the fron door all in one smooth motion. He stretches his wingspan fully and clutches your wrist as you scurry away. He pulls your wrist into him and he spins your bodies into the door. He's got you caged in, hands on your waist and wall keep you stuck. Eddie bears his teeth once again like he's going to bite you and lunges for your neck, instead of sucking your blood, though, he starts sucking bruises into your neck. Once his lips have traveled down the expanse of your throat, he's reattached himself to your mouth.

It’s wet and hard and he's using his hips to press you into the door frame. You eventually start slowly sliding your back down the door, bringing him down with you. Your mouths stay connected until you've reached the floor. Your legs are parted and bent and his body is slotted between them, he's sitting rather pathetically on his knees before you. You raise yourself and shuffle forwards and onto his lap. From your new seat you press your chest into his own, kissing his head down and laying him down in your entryway. You massage one hand on the taught expanse of his chest using your nails to scratch at him through his sun-bleached band tee and the other holds you up. You disconnect your mouths momentarily and take the moment to appreciate the man splattered out beneath you. His hair has fallen around his head like a halo and his lips and cheeks are flushed sinfully red. He's got a defeated look on his face, though, ever since you pulled away. So, you decide to soothe him and kiss him again. You're sitting on his stomach, just above his belt, letting the feeling of his torso beneath you ground you as you kiss each other senseless. You’re near fucking him five feet from your front door when your kitchen clock starts blaring.

It shocks you both, regretfully separating. He lifts his chin to peer into your kitchen as you raise your head to look at. You are suddenly reminded that you've got something to attend to in the kitchen and start climbing off him. “MY CINNAMON ROLLS” you say as you stand to your full height above him, legs still bracketing his sides. You reach forward with both arms to help Eddie stand up and he graciously takes your hands to aid in pulling himself up. He’s not even balanced himself when you start dragging him into the kitchen, dropping his hand to place oven mitts on and snatch the oven open. You sigh with relief to learn that your baked goods haven't burned and are perfectly golden brown. When you're distracted with taking them out of the oven, Eddie takes the moment to readjust himself in his jeans, hoping to cover his straining cock.

You turn around with the baking sheet in your mitted hands, showing off your creation, perfectly round a gooey cinnamon buns. You bashfully say “They cooked well! They aren’t super even, like, that one's huge- but I think they'll taste good”. Eddies having none of it, “no, baby they look great! Really, you did a good job, they're gonna be delicious". You smile to yourself and spin to place the patinaed baking pan on the stove. Eddie parks himself next to you, placing his hand on your ass and caressing you as you both admire the dessert in front of you.

You drizzle the glaze over them (not without immature jokes from both of you comparing the icing to cum), and plate them up. Eddie, ever chivalrous, demands that you feed each other. So, you eat while standing face to face gently placing the buns into eachothers mouths. You're glad to see you did in fact do a great job on them, they are perfectly baked and taste great. You feed each other the rest of your deserts with awkwardly twisted arms, and sticky mouths from missed bites, but neither of you would change for the world. Tonight alone with your lover (however cringey it may be to say), feeling like real adults and taking advantage of the hours of independence you've been granted with each other. After placing your dishes in the sink and rinsing off your hands, you share a sticky sweet cinnamony kiss before rinsing the lower halves of your faces in the sink, too.

Feeling tired and heavy from your decadent desert you and Eddie bundle up on the couch, the ending of winter's cold still biting you in your revealing dress. Sitting with your butt tucked in the corner of the couch, and your legs folded over his lap, you tuck your arms around each other and wait for your movie to start. My Bloody Valentine, your pick. It’s the perfect movie for the occasion, holiday accurate? Check. Gore and thrill? Check. Romance? Check… All the depictions of love on the screen remind Eddie of the bag of goodies he's brought to your house. He kisses you “goodbye” before he leaves sprints to his shopping bag and back to you on the couch with it in hand. You're both giddy about what eddies got in his mystery bag as he reveals the items to you slowly. First, revealing a beautiful bouquet of hand picked roses. You smell them once he’s given them to you, enjoying the honeyed floral scent. You thank him and gently place them on the coffee table, readying yourself for your next gift. He’s taking his valentine out “okay, I poured my entire heart and soul into this, my fair maiden. Please read it after I leave, I'm embarrassed.” you promise him “I'll wait, cross my heart. To be honest, I wanted you to read mine in private, too”. You hold your hands out and receive an intricately handcrafted card in return. On the cover, you find an illustration of you and Eddie as zombies, the drawing is titled “to death do us part (and not even then)”.

Eddie’s a talented artist, at least when it comes to eldritch horrors and hobgoblins for his campaigns, so its clear that the decaying loves depicted are definitely you and him, paired with a heartfelt caption his most badass handwriting font, the card couldn’t be better. “You made this?” you ask. Even though you know it's definitely him who put the hours into creating it, “Eddie I love it! It's amazing! I'm putting it on my wall, or in a safe protected by lasers!”. He’s bashful “well, i just love you. And I'm grateful for you, and that you think stuff I think is cool, is cool. Like zombies in love and stuff”. He's blushing, he’s known to put up a hard exterior, preventing people from seeing how sensitive and kind he really is, but he lets you see. He lets you know how he really is without protection, he's funny and nerdy and smart and hot and romantic and perfect for you. You want nothing more than to show him how you feel, too. You let your eyes focus on floorboards as you mull over how much you want to let him read your possibly embarrassing (though he won't think so) valentine that you too spent hours creating. You want to let Eddie, your Eddie, know how loved and perfect he is, and how deserving of a perfect valentine's day he is. “Eddie, I want to give you mine now, but it’s upstairs”. You return your gaze to him, with a devious smirk on his face, and a bottle of whip cream in his hand - “I’d love to see it, but, oh baby, I was planning on taking you upstairs anyways”. You both laugh at the absurdity of what he’s proposing, but, yeah, you want to fuck him real bad. So, you take his hand (the one that's not holding the whip cream) and bound up the stairs hand in hand.

After you breach entry into your bedroom doorway, you're once again being pinned up against it and kissed. Hes curving down into you, stray curls tickling your cheeks and forehead, your hands are grabbing at each others clothes and pulling, praying that the one in, like, fifty billion chance of particles perfectly lining will just take his shirt off and reveal his skin to you without having to disconnect lips for even a second. But, (this time at least) his shirt isn’t coming off like that - and you have to stop kissing him and pull his shirt off yourself, he aids you and raises his arms so that he can be disrobed in one smooth motion. He’s pressed you back against the door and is kissing your neck as you grope each others bodies - he takes his hands through your hair, down your ass, squeezing as he glides his hands over your flank. He moves his hands to your outer thighs and starts hiking up your dress, using his hands to pool it around your waist and uncover your painties to him.

You allow him to fist at and pull ar the fabric around your waist with one hand as he breeches the elastic of your underwear with his other, sliding the lip his pointer finger under the elastic that covers your hip and moving it in an arc shape just under the edge of it, moving closer to the mound you really want him touching. He likes the feeling of your sensitive skin below his finger and he pushes it further into your panties, touching just above your inner slit. He’s not teasing you on purpose, he's not really in the mood for being mean - but as his fingers are exploring your sensitive skin you feel depraved, like he is teasing you.

You press off from the doorframe. Keeping mouths locked as you walk him backwards to the ledge of your bed. You climb over him on all fours and arch your back instinctually as you mouth at the sensitive skin below his ear. Once you've left him a sufficient hickey you pull back and give him a lusty look that would send him to the floor if he wasn’t already laying. You grab your hair, collecting the locks that had fallen around your shoulders and twisting them behind your neck, you slide off eddie and present your back to him, he springs up and starts mouthing at the nape of your neck and shoulders, leaning his body over the contour of your while his fingers slide between you two and start unzipping your dress. As he slowly reveals the delicate and freckled skin of your back, he kisses each newly revealed part until he cannot bend down any further without fully readjusting himself on the bed.

Eddie stays sitting up, but reclines on his extended arms as you stand up and face him, letting your dress drape off and revealing your more-exposed form. You've got some tricks up your sleeve too, and are now standing in a brand-new matching set, a triangle bra and cheeky panties, made of a combination of carmine red cotton and mesh. You smirk to yourself, knowing you’ve got him entranced. He tilts forward on the bed and rubs his hands over the small of your waist. Taking in the intricacies of your hosiery. His voice is rough with want as he appreciates you “your gift’s got me beat. You look… beautiful”. You shyly smile to yourself, and rush to your vanity. Thankfully it's located just next to your door, Eddie was able to abandon his can of reddi-whip on it earlier instead of dropping it to the floor, risking an explosion. 

You shake it as you walk back, preparing the can to be sprayed over your bodies, while really you had no tempting intentions in your actions, the way you stride back over to him, tits shaking with the bottle Eddie is pinching himself, reminding himself that this perfect, fantasy girl is here and his. He unbuckles his belt and slides his black jeans off, appreciating that his throbbing cock is now under less constraint.

You perch yourself on his lap, and place your hand over his demon tattoo as you push him back. You're no longer sitting on his stomach though, you placed yourself right on the tent in his boxers, which are a red striped pattern, he’d been saving them for today. “Are you ready?” you ask him, as you uncap the can, give it one more shake for good luck (this time giving an extra shimmy in your shaking giving hopelessly-in-love-with-you Eddie a rice picture of your rack). “Ohhh yeah!” He exclaims, “this is actually fulfilling a big fantasy of mine, honey - you better do a good job”, he jokes with you, he doesn’t actually put pressure on you like that. 

You decide to go all in, spraying a thick stripe of whip cream from the base of his ribs to his nipple. His muscles tense at the cool sensation as it sits on his abdomen. You once again reassume your position on all fours, you stick your tongue out and lick halfway up the stripe on his ribs, stopping halfway through to swallow. You softly giggle to each other, but you're enjoying how the little wet spot on his boxers grows as you lick over him. You finish the last of the whip cream with more confidence, biting his nipple once you licked over it. You were gonna joke with him, say something like ‘was it worth being sticky?��� But when you make eye contact, his eyes are so dark and he's looking at you with stars in his big eyes that you just dont - you dont want to take him out of the moment so, instead you earnestly ask him “so, was it everything you wanted?”.

“Yeah, actually it was - I've been wanting to do that since I read it in playboy in like ‘eighty four! I wish I actually didn’t say that- so ignore that part - but, yeah that's definitely gonna be fueling my spank bank for the rest of my life”. You giggle and assure him “oh, we're nowhere near done”. You crawl down the edge of the bed and settle on your knees between his thighs. You spray some below his belly button and over the tip of his cock in his boxers, right under where you were sitting. You use one arm to press him into the mattress, gently guiding him back down as you work your magic below, rubbing your face into his boxers and inhaling as you lick the cream off his body, ending with dipping your tongue under his waistband. At the motion Eddie lifts his hips off the bed and helps you shove his boxers off, revealing his already fully hard cock to you. It's dripping with precum, one drip has already traveled inches down to the base, leaving the soft matte skin glossy and sticky.

“Baby, you know you don’t have to right? Only if you want to - I’m happy, honestly, with whatever you want to do. I promise it’ll feel good for me”. He’s sitting up now at 90 degrees, pushing your hair behind your ears, you lift up and kiss him sweetly, promising Eddie, the ever insecure gentleman, that you know he won’t force you to do anything, and that you want to suck him off. You go back to sitting on your calves and get to work. You bend down lick him hard at his pelvis, in the junction between his boner and stomach, at that he's laying down again hissing in pleasure. You start working your mouth up the side of his shaft, almost kisses following the wake of your hand as you slowly stroke upwards. Once you’ve reached the tip, you run your tensed tongue over his dripping head, and swirl it once. At that, Eddies stopped pleasurably hissing and started taking deep breaths - he lets out a full while and bucks his hips up, wanting more. You oblige, spitting thick saliva onto his cock and jerking him off until his entire cock is lubricated. You put your mouth back to work, covering your teeth with your tongue and lips and taking him into your mouth. The heat and feel of your mouth makes him moan, bucking his hips up for ore. The weight of his cock in your mouth makes you drool, such an intimate weight - known only to your body. Your mouth is like magma as you suck him down further, pulling off before you gag before returning to suck him again. You let the slimy trail of your spit connect your lower lip to his cock as you pull back for a real, deep breath.

You're about to go back in, hopefully take him further down your throat and lick his balls when he gently taps your cheek and rasps your name, “Baby - I-” he takes a deep breath and tries again, “you gotta stop, or else this is gonna be over real quick. It’s good - feels really good”. You pull back fully now, giving him space to regain stamina. Without warning, he bursts up from your bed and speeds on shaky legs to your bathroom down the hall. You barely get a glance of his bare ass before he’s gone. “Eddie? Where are you going?”. He hollers from down the hall, but it’s obscured by the sound of your sink faucet blasting. He comes back, still on shaky legs but a bit more stable as he scurries back onto your bed, a damp maroon towel in hand. He starts wiping himself down, using the cool rag to clean himself of any stick remnants - he’s barely cleaned once of his pecs before you ease the rag from his hand and clean him off yourself. He obliges you, and hums as you clean his body for him. His face is wet all over, droplets hanging from his jawline and his bangs are stuck together into thick strands. While a nice blowjob definitely gets Eddie all sweaty, you hadn’t gone long enough for him to be so fucked out already. You decide not to comment on it - but you know that he’s splashed his face with cold water in the sink as he was preparing the rag.

Once you’ve decided he's been adequately cleaned, you toss the rag onto your bedroom floor close to your bed. Figuring you could use it later. Eddie’s kissing you again by the time you return your full attention to him, using tongue and spit to kiss you as deep as he can in the moment. He wraps his arms around you, still on your knees, and fumbles with your bra clasp before he eventually unhooks it, humming into your mouth when he does so. You stand up and sit on his lap again. He’s moving to lay over you, easing you into your back as you did with him moments before. He desperately kneads your tits, wiping his thumbs over your nipples as he continues to kiss you breathless. If you allowed yourself to dwell on it, you could almost get teary-eyed at moments like these; feeling so warm and safe and loved under the weight of Eddie - him doing everything he can to make sure you have a good time with him. The heat of your love filling the room. You softly pull his face from yours and confess to him “I love you”. This isn’t the first time you've said it- but this time it feels different, like, saying it now makes you want to cry, because you love Eddie and Eddie loves you. His brows pinch together above you, and he sincerely responds “I love you, too”. You admire his face before you reach up and kiss him again, sealing your promises with true love's kiss. He confesses to you “I love you baby - every part of you. I want to show you. Can I?”. You nod, you're at a loss for words, if you speak now, you risk crying. Crying at this perfect man who just wants to show you he loves you.

He slowly starts moving down your body - kissing every inch of you as he goes down, mouthing at your neck, collarbones, your inner elbows and palms. He spends time licking at your tits, your ribcage, your bellybutton. He eventually lays down on his stomach between your knees, kissing your inner knees and maneuvering your legs to kiss the top of your feet. The action makes you both giggle, but it doesn't remove you from the moment. Eddie lays his head on your inner thigh and looks up at your face through the valley of your breasts, though he makes sure to get an eyeful of them, too. He gives you a cheeky smile as he sneaks his hand under your bent knee and grabs the whip cream, still uncapped on your bed. He shakes it, preparing the can and squirting some into his mouth. He offers you some too, holding out the can and spaying it into your mouth as you hold it open for him. He climbs back up to quickly kiss the mess of whip cream from your mouth and repositions himself between your thighs.

He dips the tip of the bottle in your belly button, and makes a childish swirl around your abdomen. You're both belly laughing now - taking in  you looking like a diner waffle, piled high with sugar. But, he wastes no time burying the lower half of his face into the mound of whip cream, easily breeching through it and lathing his tongue against your stomach. While at times it's ticklish, it does feel good - the best part though is the visual, his eyes closed as his jaw works open to clean you off. It only makes you clench the muscles hidden beneath your panties, waiting to be really touched. By the time he's eaten it all, his entire lower face is sticky, covered in a layer of whip cream. He blindly reaches one arm off the bend and feels for the rag. Still damp, he wipes it over your stomach and then his mouth, taking care of you before he even thinks of cleaning himself off.

Eddie throws the rag over his shoulder and makes deep eye contact with you, he's asking - asking if he can show you how much he loves you like he promised he would before. You wantonly nod your head and roll your hips forward, almost glazing your covered clit over his chin. He understands what you want from him and focuses his eyes down into the gusset of your panties. A damp wet spot has accumulated there, almost covering the entire expanse of your slit. Eddie reaches his finger under the crotch of your panties, and parallelly strokes his finger against you, collecting your slick on the back of his knuckle and bending his finger when he ghosts over your clit, giving you a taste of the pleasure he's gonna give you.

He reaches his hands onto the hips of your panties and pulls them down. Placing them gently next to you before he wraps his left arm around your thigh. His face remains drooly and focused as he drags his pointer finger over your pussy, softy dragging it over your hole to collect your arousal before gently rubbing it against your clit. He’s new to this, you both are,  but enthusiastic, and you are more than happy to learn with him. He kisses the inside of your thigh once before asking “can I taste you? I've never done this before- so please tell me if you like it”. You feel pathetic when you can only reply “uh huh”. But, all thoughts of embarrassment are lost when he buries his face in your pussy - immediately sliding his tongue up and down your sensitive and drooly slit. What he’s doing is passionate, nothing like in porn you've seen: disconnected and carless tongue flicks made to appeal to the camera - his entire face is buried between your legs. His hot breath is at equilibrium with the body heat being expunged from your spread legs and his mouth, too, is liquid hot as it almost cups your entire pussy. He flicks your clit with his tongue when he pulls away. You whine at the loss of pleasure and the wetness between your legs quickly cooling to room temperature. “Is it good? Like- that's the right spot right?”. “Yes- Eddie it's really good, please don't stop”. You throw your head back into your pillows and fully relax into them, allowing yourself to moan and gasp as he feasts between your legs. He grips your thighs tightly as he humps into your bed, rubbing this throbbing cock for some relief.

He eventually latches his mouth over your clit and sucks, the suction is incredible, you arch your back lifting your shoulder blades off the bed. He slowly slides his right arm from  around your thigh and teases your hole with his pointer finger. Slowly breaching your entrance and sinking his digit into you knuckle by knuckle, twisting at the wrist to give you pleasure. He continues lapping at your clit as he starts fucking another finger into you, he’s at a steady and solid pace when the pressure in your core builds. White hot pleasure Feeling better with every time he moves his head or hands. “Eddie-” you warn “im close-”. He speaks into your wet heart, something that sounds like ‘really!?’, but you're unsure, The hum of his mouth sending you over the edge. The muscles in your pussy clamp even tighter over his fingers as they pulse in orgasm. You clasp your hand over your mouth and moan his name. Once you've finished with the brunt of your pleasure, you wince at the raw sensitive feeling in your clit, ha hasnt  stopped touching you, even though he's watched enough porn to know you've come. The overstimulated feeling causes you to grab his hair harshly and pull his face up to meet yours. 

The entire expanse of his entire lower face is covered in your slick, you're both desperately panting. He’s got more energy than you at the moment though you both feel fucked out, so he bumbles “Babe, that was good - really good. I liked it. Did you like it?” and he softly smiles when you hum and nod in agreement. He admits “ It tasted… good by the way. You taste good”. You both laugh at the sentiment, though you know he's being honest and he flops down over your body. You feel his throbbing erection brush against your leg, and you're reminded Eddie still hasn't come yet.

With a remarkable amount of strength, you twist and flop both of your bodies closer to the edge of the bed, arms length from your nightstand. You're sitting on his hips, as he paws at you from below. You look over him, taking in the intricacies of his chest, tattoos, his heaving chest and blushing ears. You look down below you and see your perfect man, your Eddie who did everything he thought to do to make you cum first, to make sure you aren't sticky. He got you flowers and met up with you at your house. You decide right then you're about to give Eddie the ride of his life.

You snake your arm behind you, and peer over your shoulder. You gently jack him off behind you. His cock has gone red, now, irritated from being humped against your bed frame. You look at him again, he’s staring at your exposed tits, bare skin and the peek of your slit that's been revealed to him. You put your arms on his chest, on either side of his sternum and press up. You try not to cringe at the gushy sound your dripping cunt makes as it separates from his happy trail. He whines at the sound, desperate to enter you. You lean over and pull open the top drawer of your nightstand, Eddie securing your hips with strong hands as you lean over him, making sure you don’t fall. You blindly rifle through and ‘ah-ha!’ when you find the plastic-sealed box of condoms that you've stashed in there the day before.

You return to your seat on Eddie and attempt to rip the plastic seal of the teal blue box, shaking hands proving your unwrapping efforts to be futile. You press the box into his chest, and give him begging eyes, importing him to open it. He grasps the box and ravages the plastic, using his teeth to break the seal of the plastic and tear the cardboard closure. You then take the box back from him, digging around for the roll tucked into the box. 

You finally pull it out of the box and rip one off the chain, tossing the others onto the floor. You're nervously  fumbling with the package when Eddie lifts one of his arms up, and wraps it around your back pulling you down to him and kissing you desperately before releasing you and letting you sit up. You take a grounding breath, and shuffle down his body, now sitting on his thighs, just below his shaft.

You roll the condom onto him, looking up assuredly once its guarded his entire length, making sure you've done it right. Eddie takes one of his palms that was just gripping the sheets and strokes himself twice, making sure the rubber is secure. It doesn’t budge so he lifts his liberated hand out you, aiding you and you shuffle up him and hover above his lap. “Eddie, y’know i've never done this before either - tell if it's bad or you don;t like it or something”. Eddie promises you, singsoning you your nickname, “i'm gonna like it - but i'll tell you if that impossible situation comes to be”. He knows you're nervous to please him, he feels the same way with you - praying that he can perform for you even though you're still new to sex. He holds out his pinky to you, and you wrap yours around it. A pinky promise from him is all you need before you reach your arm behind you and line his tip up with your hole. Slowly you sink down onto him, giving the most delicate parts of your body time to adjust to the harsh intrusion.

You’ve reached the base now, his entire length seated inside you. You feel so full, it’s almost hard to breathe. He’s feeling the same way, staining when he asks “You good so far?”. The ache has started to subside, and the throb of him inside you has started to soothe your want. You adjust your hips on him, making sure you really are okay before you confirm “yeah- im okay”. With one final deep breath, you lift yourself on his cock, barely two inches up before sitting back down onto him. You look to his eyes for assurance, but they pinched shut. His mouth is gaping open as he makes a punched out sound. That's enough motivation to continue, you start gently rocking your hips in circular motion. You can tell Eddie feels fucking fantastic, labored deep breaths and small moans. He walks his hand from your hip to your hand, grasping it tightly to his chest as you ride him.

You're gasping and groaning from above him, the seat of his cock inside you feels like the best massage of your life or itching a hellish scratch - finally some relief. You get more confident now, lifting up higher and slamming down onto him as you go. Eventually you adjust your hips slightly, rolling your hips, you stop feeling really good and start feeling great. His cock ramming into your sweet spot as you moan like you're in heat. After just a few minutes of riding, Eddie tightes his iron grip on your hand warning you “im gonna cum. Can I? Inside?”. You moan out an assurance as you start giving it your all, arching your back and relaxing your head out behind you - giving Eddie, with eyes now shot open, a perfect view of your bouncing tits. His eyes drifting from your rack to see your blissed out face did him in. As he cries out, you feel the condom fill with his release. 

You slow down the rock of your hips and  you feel the throbbing in his cock dissipate as his orgasm finishes. You stop the movement in your hips entirely and he stops gasping out. You can’t tell if he's laughing or moaning or crying - but you know he's tired. You use your leverage on his chest to push yourself off and let his softening cock slide out of you and you gingerly lay down beside him. You both stare up at the ceiling, catching your breath when Eddie grasps at your hand again, grounding himself as he gently squeezes it. You hear his hair slide against his pillow as he turns his head to look at you. He asks “you've never done that before? It was insane. You gave me the ride of my life!”. You chuckle at this joke and tease him “you know I haven't!” you tease. “I love you” he says and wets his chapped lips with his tongue. You decide to a hard time, making a huffy face and wrapping your arms over your chest. “What?!” he questions, latching his fingers into your sides, making you curl up as he tickles you, realizing your sides once you admit that, fine, you love him too. He peels the soggy condom off himself, holding it by the tip like it's a lab experiment, allowing you both to be intrigued by the item before he sings it into the trash. He stretches, almost falling off the bed, but doesnt, so that he can grab the now barely wet towel from the ground. He’s unsure if you want him to clean you up - so he hands it to you and lays back as you wipe the sweat and arousal from your inner legs before you hand it to him, he does the same thing.

You curl up on his chest and trace his tattoos, basking in the sweaty air of your bedroom. You revel in his warm arms, softly rubbing and scratching your back until you've both got enough energy to put clothes back on, finally give Eddie your valentine, feed each other chocolate and eat dinner. But, until then you're more than content to just rest with him.

[bookworrm1999]

How Far Away? Part 7

Caleb x Mc

Tags: unplanned pregnancy, presumed death, depression, miscommunication, miscarriage scare

Summary: Mc and Caleb fight right before he goes on a long mission into space. Caleb ends up MIA while Mc finds out she's pregnant. She struggles to deal with the grief while Caleb is fighting for his life to make it back home to her.

AO3

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Caleb awoke to a very dry mouth and a pounding head.

It felt like a really nasty hangover and he had had plenty of those back in flight school. His memory was hazy for the moment so he wondered how much he had drank to feel like this.

He stretched his arm out and met the cool metal of some sort of rail.

What is this? He blearily opened his eyes and focused on his surroundings. A window with ugly green curtains, a wall full of cabinets and drawers, a small sink, a patterned curtain in front of the door, then the machines.

The pain in his arm made him hiss as he moved the wrong way. There was a needle and a tube in his arm, he followed it up to a bag full of liquid dripping down the tube.

Oh, it’s a hospital. Now it’s coming back to him, the shouting, the frantic energy of nurses and doctors trying to keep his heart beating.

He knew this hospital, it was Willow Medical Center in Skyhaven. How did he end up here?

The worst hangover he’d ever felt and it was no wonder. A few weeks of constant evol use on low food and not drinking as much water as he should have.

A recipe for disaster but he was here, he was alive.

It was dark from what he could see through the curtains drawn over the window. Other than the pounding in his head and dry mouth, he was otherwise uninjured.

His crew had actually gotten him safely out of the deepspace tunnel.

A warm feeling in his chest made him cough in embarrassment.

They had somehow gotten him out of the Fleet’s clutches, away from Ever’s influence to a safe place.

All that effort he had expended in getting them home must have left them feeling indebted to him.

He was very grateful for it, if he had been left to Ever’s clutches. They would’ve fixed his chip and taken advantage of his weakened state to upgrade him even more. Sinking their slimy fingers even more into whatever individuality he had left.

He’d worked so hard to fight the chip, it was at 50% integrity now and going down without a fight wasn’t an option.

His crew deserved something in return as thanks but he’d have to think on that more.

Where was his stuff? Only dressed in a hospital gown without a stitch of anything else, Caleb felt very exposed.

Oh there’s his stuff, a neat pile on the side table. His phone off to the side of his clothes.

Caleb really wanted to see her face, even if it was through a picture. Cell phones glitched weirdly in the deepspace tunnel, so he usually relied on his memory and the hidden photo in his pocket to keep her with him.

Then a nurse came bustling in, keeping the light low, he could see a clock behind the curtain she had just pulled aside.

2 am, well, not the worst time to be alive.

The nurse noticed he was up, looking a little shocked before recovering.

“Hello Colonel, how are you feeling?”

He grimaced

“My head has a band playing inside it and I really need some water.”

“Well, I can go and get water for you right now, I’ll send a note to the doctor to put in an order for some pain medication too. Okay?”

“Right.”

“I actually came in to grab some blood for labs, we need to make sure all of your levels are normal now.”

“Go ahead.”

She quickly took out her butterfly needle along with a few vials, sanitizing his arm and quickly drawing blood out.

Snapping her gloves off, she asked

“Anything else I can get you?”

“Can I have my phone from that table?”

“Oh sure, here you go!”

After handing Caleb his phone, she went back out into the hallway. Hopefully to return with water and something for this headache.

There was a universal charging cord attached to the hospital bed for his convenience. Plugging it in, it only took a minute to boot back up.

He saw the day, the fact that it was still a few days shy of his original return date made him a bit relieved.

That is, until he saw the slew of messages from her.

100’s of them, his phone kept going off and it felt like it was going buzz its way out of his grip.

What in the world?

Caleb was very concerned now, she almost never sent him this many. Not while he was gone and couldn’t respond.

Very worried at this point, he opened the earliest message.

Watching it left him in a daze, her bright smile seared into his mind as she had proudly proclaimed that you were pregnant.

Pregnant with his baby?!

He sat in astonishment for just a minute before it really hit him.

Caleb was going to be a father!

He eagerly opened each message after that.

All her cute little complaints about being sick, wanting food but not being able to eat it, her pants not fitting.

The weight loss did indeed worry him but he was reassured just seeing the way she struggled to wear pants now.

Hearing about stealing his clothes made him a bit feral to be honest but also stoked his male pride.

Then Caleb got to the point where she showed him the newest ultrasound, the little bean had little arms and legs now.

He stared at the image for a long while, the heartbeat of his child, his little baby, in the background.

All the joy came to a halt as the love of his life’s crying face came into view.

He had been pronounced MIA and presumed dead?

Oh no.

He noticed the background was now only showing her at his house in all the videos after that, her eyes hollow, her face limp, only the thought of their baby keeping her going.

He clenched his fist, the one that could punch through walls to get to you.

Caleb desperately wanted to call her now, but he didn’t want to do it over the phone. Not to mention that it was still the middle of the night.

He played the next few videos, his heart breaking as his love’s decline was put on display for a man that she thought was dead.

The last video though, it was only yesterday that it was sent.

Oh, oh now he wanted to rip the building apart.

Zayne, that sly bastard swooping in as soon as he smelt blood in the water.

Trying to take advantage of a grieving woman.

The confusion, the phone was laid down as he heard faintly, is that blood.

The word blood made his own run cold.

She was hurt? No, something worse as sobs came over the phone.

“Please don’t let me lose you, you’re all I have left of Caleb. Please baby, just stay with me!”

Desperate pleas came over the phone before the camera was back in her face, utterly wrecked as the video ended.

What the hell?

That’s how it ends?

He needed to leave now.

He started to rip the IV out of his arm and the nurse came back in, carrying a packet and a cup of water.

“What are you doing?!”

“I’m leaving!”

“You haven’t been cleared yet!”

“I’m going and you can’t stop me.”

He stood up and towered over her. The nurse shrank a bit before standing firm.

“Why?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“I do if you’re going to leave AMA! You were in bad shape when you first came in. You’re still recovering.”

“She needs me and I’m going!”

“Wait she?”

He grimaces at the slip before spitting

“Yes, she needs me, there’s something wrong happening and I need to be there.”

“Maybe I can help.”

He stared at the small woman before shrugging.

“If you can tell me what hospital she went to, sure.”

“Are you referring to the woman listed as your emergency contact?”

“Yes.” He grits out impatiently.

She goes to the monitor in the corner of the room and looks at few pages before pulling something up.

“You’re in luck, she’s here in the labor and delivery ward.”

“Great, I’m leaving.”

She stops him with a hand to his chest.

“What is it now?” Snarling at the interruption.

“You can go, but in a wheelchair.”

So thus, Caleb is rolled all the way from intensive care all the way to L and D.

She had bandaged his arm up from where he’d ripped the IV out, he hadn’t even noticed it bleeding.

The nurse asks the night nurse working where she is and they’re directed to a room at the end of the hall.

He’s wheeled through the door and there she was.

Sleeping, looking so small and weary even in the dim light.

The nurse whispers

“I’ll have to go back but just hit the call light if you need anything, ok?”

He nods but doesn’t dare disturb the peace of the room with his voice.

But as the nurse leaves, he’s desperate to touch you.

So he pushes the chair forward by the wheels until he’s by her side. Caleb can now see something miraculous.

A baby bump, a true proof of their love.

Were they okay though? There was no one to ask, but he spies a chart at the end of the bed.

Grabbing it eagerly, he reads

‘Patient presented with mild bleeding at 18 weeks of pregnancy. Scans done and slight placental abruption was found. Mildly invasive procedure done to correct issue. Patient to be kept under observation for 24 hours.’

A very short summary of the situation but it was enough.

The baby, their sweet baby, and her were going to be okay.

Shoulders shaking as a few tears escaped his eyes as he laid a gentle hand on their child.

“Hello little one, I’m your daddy. I’m sorry I haven’t been here so far but don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

A slight bump against his hand and he was instantly in love.

Caleb wanted to scoop them both up and never let them go. His two loves in his arms forever.

A slight noise behind him made him turn his head from the beautiful sight.

Zayne.

His gut tightened.

“What are you doing here?” Caleb tried to keep his voice low but the protectiveness came through.

Zayne pushed his glasses up before answering

“They called me here to check on her heart and so that she’d have a member of her care team here. She couldn’t make it all the way down to Akso hospital so her OB told her to go to Skyhaven’s hospital for now.”

What a perfectly reasonable explanation but he’d heard what Zayne had been doing while he was away.

“You sure move fast Dr.Zayne.”

A raised eyebrow was the only response he got.

“She’s not yours.” Caleb made that clear with a growl.

“From what I hear, she wasn’t truly yours either. Scared of commitment, colonel?”

“That will soon be rectified so you can butt out.”

“Fortunately for you, she told me to butt out before you even came home. I have no plans to stay where I’m not wanted.”

“Good.” The baby bumped against Caleb’s hand again, making him smile.

“But if she needs me again, don’t think I won’t come running.”

With that ominous warning given, Zayne turned around and left the room.

Well, at least that’s done. Where does Zayne get off telling him that though?

She was more important than that sly bastard anyway and Caleb settled in to stay with her until she woke up.

He knew he had to take care of Ever somehow, he had been steadily wearing the chips integrity down so that they wouldn’t have hold over him anymore. It seemed that it was time to move the timeline up.

His two babies deserved him at his best and without these shackles.

He could wait for her eyes to open though. They had a lot to talk about after all.

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[deadbeatbirdmom]

Happy Valentine's Day my fellow RWBY fans. This should be a day focused on love. Which is why I'm going to talk about something that's been troubling me for a while. This isn't about any single post, and I'm not singling anyone out. I'd put this under a read more cut but I think it's important enough not to do that. Scroll down for TLDR and a poll.

One of the common courtesies of tumblr etiquette is: don't tag hate with things like a ship tag or character tag. Or should be common, but let's face it, it's more like uncommon.

A good chunk of tumblr users who I end up blocking are those who post hate in tags like the 'Bumbleby' tag, or 'Yang Xiao Long' tag (it'd be the 'RWBY' tag too, but I don't often go there and rarely post in it). No, it's not toxic to block people, it's how you control your tumblr experience. It's how I avoid seeing hate, or try to.

But there are some tumblr users who I don't want to block but also end up putting hate in the tags: some of my fellow fans. It's not intended the same way as those who do it out of spite, but the end result is the same: your fellow fans end up seeing stuff they might prefer not to.

There's another rule, an old one that predates tumblr: don't feed the trolls. Don't give them attention. Please delete anon hate rather than answer it, although I definitely understand how trolling trolls can be fun. Just please don't tag it with the main tags or you'll do the anon's work for them if it's hate about a ship or character.

I see all too much fan art around that gets far less engagement than posts trying to fight back against hate (and unfortunately share the hate at the same time, especially when it's something from elsewhere like reddit or twitter). If you like the art, don't only hit that heart button, reblog it too!

RWBY fandom isn't dead, but we do need to do our part to encourage artists to make and share more art. Likes alone don't help the art get in front of more fans. I don't think everyone looks in the tags to find art, some will rely on those they follow reblogging art. This goes for sharing fic too! And giving fic writers comments (and kudos on AO3).

This is an appeal to keep negativity out of the main tags. I'm not saying you can't post whatever you want, just when it comes to tagging: please spare a thought for your fellow fans who are incredibly tired of negativity. If all else fails, maybe include a tag that can be added to filters? 'Wasps' for posts about Bumbleby hate, maybe?

I don't know about anyone else, but if I wanted to see hate and get angry, I'd be on twitter or reddit. I check tags here on tumblr to find fan art, and to see fellow fans talking about how much they love RWBY and its characters and ships, and find interesting theories and analysis.

I'm also not entirely sure how tumblr works with followed tags and words mentioned in posts. Do untagged posts still show up if the word appears in the post? Does that mean breaking the word with a backslash or something to avoid it showing up? I don't know, perhaps something to consider.

TLDR: please don't feed the trolls and don't tag hate with main tags. Show RWBY fan artists and fic writers some love and reblog their posts, and comment on fics!

One last thing: a poll to find out if I'm an outlier and posting hate is actually normal in this post-twitter world.

[iscdisc]

You and your gorgeous TMNT art make me ship everything you ship. You could tell me to ship the most outrageous thing, draw it, and I would ship it. Like the most grotesque thing. I would love it. You are brilliant. May I ask for the fics you are reading and/or you have read?

Well I hope I wouldn't ship anything grotesque or that you feel would be grotesque- 💀😭 Lmao

But I get what you mean and that's incredibly flattering ! I hope everybody that engages with my content knows that I'm not trying to necessarily convince anybody to enjoy the pairings that I enjoy, but if you happen to click with my perspective whether it's from my art or from me talking about them, that's really cool to me !! ☺️✨

And sure ! I'll list some that I'm currently reading or have read recently that I really enjoyed ! I'll even include some that I plan to or started but haven't gotten very far yet- :

• "And It All Starts Again" (by Non_Parsimonious | Currently reading-)

I'm starting with this one because it is absolutely peak- Are you serious?? I'm telling you right now, this should have been Season 5 instead OR if the 2012 series had ever gotten the opportunity to have a film adaptation and it actually be well done narratively, this should have been that movie- I'm TELLING YOU, this story is absolutely phenomenal and I'm already in the process of making art for it to promote it ! 🫶 || I'm not going to spoil too much because I really want people to read it for themselves, but there's so much stress and angst that kind of pushes the narrative for that I'm just eating up because I enjoy those kinds of stories ! But if that's not your cup of tea, then feel free to skip this one-! 👍✨

• "Thoughts About A Boy" (by @jaywritezshitz | Currently reading-)

Maybe I talked about this one enough already, but I'd love to talk about it some more because it's a really great 2012 Jonatello story and I think it's incredibly well written !! I love the premise, I love the character interactions (Especially with April and Donnie, which says a lot in regards to myself because that's usually something I don't particularly enjoy because of canon / not fanon- /,, 😭), I love the build up and the constant anticipation that I feel waiting for confessions or for Donnie's letters to be weaved back into the narrative in the least expected way possible (Not to give too much away, because I really encourage you guys to read it for yourselves-), like !! There's just so much to enjoy with this one, and I really encourage people to read it cause I personally think it's really phenomenal !

• "Oh, Where'd All The Time Go?" (by Tae_rhymeswithslay | I plan on reading this one-)

My memory is kind of foggy with this one, because I swear I started reading the first couple of chapters but when I went back to confirm that I have read the story before it didn't feel familiar-?? So maybe I meant to read it and I thought I'd started it but I hadn't yet? 😭

But you're going to see a couple of Tae_rhymeswithslay entries on here, because I do enjoy their stories ! I also know that they're on here (Tumblr) but I couldn't @ them, so if you're reading this Tae, I'm sorry !!I did not tag you on purpose or anything like that-! 👍✨

• "Purple Hokey" (by Ani_Wagner_7w7 | Have already read-)

The setup for this particular 2012 Jonatello fanfiction feels very authentic to the show, in the sense that this is a situation I can absolutely see the writers putting them in (Not that they were the biggest Jonatello enthusiast, but you get my point-), you know? LMAO / It sort of felt like a cliche trope but done well ! It does ramp up a little maturity wise towards the end, just to give a heads up for that-! But otherwise it's just a cute story in my opinion ! ✨

• "Of the Same Cloth, the Same Coin" by Kazegami | Currently reading-)

Another incredibly peak story- Are you kidding?? I genuinely get so happy every time the story gets updated because it's one of my favorites ! The premise is that Casey asked Donnie for help with his school tutoring since April's going on a trip with her father for a few weeks, so of course they build a better relationship through constantly being around each other due to this tutoring situation ! Another kind of trope-like premise, but how the author tackles it is my favorite thing ever- I also really enjoy how April is written in the story as well and the sort of subplot that's going on with her ! I swear these writers do such an incredible job with her character and it makes me both happy and upset at the same time because why couldn't she have been like this in the show? I don't know- 💀 Lmao / But another story that I highly recommend !!

• "Technicolor" (by SecurityTape | Have read already-)

This is one that I genuinely was not expecting to read, since I'm not the biggest fan of crossover pairings (Not that they're necessarily bad, they just don't always interest me in the way I feel the interest of the people-!), but this one was really charming !! I really enjoyed the writing of both Rise! Donnie and 2012 Casey in the work of fiction ! It really reminded me of how much I missed the energy of Rise! and that I need to rewatch that version more because it genuinely is very funny- 😭✨

• "A Kiss As A Prize" (by Mili_8a | Have read already-)

This is one of the few 2012 Raphril fanfictions I've read / found on AO3 that I really enjoyed ! It's pretty short, but the premise was really cute and there's such a shortage of Raphril content in my eyes, so anything that I find I'm pretty much going to eat it up immediately- LMAO ❤️💛

• "Northampton Echoes" (by Gladrial | Currently reading-)

I barely started a chapter of this last night, and I already love the writing so far ! It takes place at The O'Neil Farmhouse (So far at least-), which I find particularly enjoyable because a lot of my Raphril centric thoughts in regards to building their dynamic / better establishing a connection between them starts in The Farmhouse in my head (I actually have this whole comic that I was trying to make talking about how I felt certain things during The Farmhouse Arc should have played out differently in my opinion and it mostly focuses around April and Raph- Maybe I'll bring that up at some point on here !), so I'm already pretty enthralled in this story set up so far ! I don't have much to say about it besides that though, because like I said I haven't gotten too far into the store yet-! But there's 19 chapters so far, and I already know that that's probably not going to be enough for me- LMAO

• "The Day The World Broke" (by @saladmix | Started reading this one-)

I feel like an asshole, because I started reading this one like months ago and I just never picked it up again and I don't know why- I think I might have gotten distracted with other things going on? I genuinely don't remember- But seeing people talk about it on here (Tumblr) reminded me that I need to go back and read that because the story is incredible ! I genuinely loved the first couple of chapters that I read ! I love the dynamic that they were setting up between the Mutant Mayhem Brothers in the beginning of the story, especially since I feel like (at the time anyway-) the MM / TOTTMNT brothers weren't getting a lot of love or attention from people?? I didn't get into the more plot focused chapters yet, but I believe I was close ! So hopefully I'll go back and read that soon I'll have more to talk about ! 👍✨ (Sorry for the abrupt tag by the way, Saladmix ! I hope that was okay-!)

• "My Best Enemy Is You" (by Aethernight | Have already read-)

I didn't think I was going to like this story as much as I did, because I'm not super into vampire stories, but this story was really good !! I never knew how much I needed Vampiric 2012 Jonatello (But in the context of the story, Donnie's the vampire, where Casey's a vampire hunter-) set in like the 1800s (??) before now, it's wild- 🦇💜🖤

• "Something Dumb To Do" (by Aleaf737 | Have read already-)

This is another really short and sweet one for 2012 Jonatello ! It's about a marriage proposal and it honestly was really wholesome ! ✨

• "One Nice Moment" (by Tae_rhymeswithslay | Have read already-)

Another kind of short one but it was really cute ! 💜🖤

• "Make Me A Promise Here Tonight (Love Like A Tidal Wave" (by Imthebest_ever | Have read already-)

This one spoke to me immediately because it involves a sort of aftermath to the episode, "The Power Inside Her" ! I really liked the narrative here ! ✨

• "Ink On Paper" (by Tae_rhymeswithslay | Have read already-)

This is another short story, but it felt so in character for Donnie towards the end it's so upsetting- LMAO

• "Arnold Bernid "Casey" Jones" (by Tae_rhymeswithslay | Have read already-)

I feel bad for saying the same things about a lot of Tae's works, but they really are just short and sweet most of the time and I enjoy reading them a lot !! This one in particular had a lot of humorous moments as well- 😭👍✨

Hopefully those are enough ! There are probably some that I'm forgetting at this point, but oh well,, 😭 Lmao

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

hey girlie! just wanted to come on and let you know that there's an author on here that's plagiarising your work. well, she claims she's never heard of safe & sound before that's why she didn't give you any credits. but before that she said she knows about it but never read it, and only know the synopsis. which i find kinda weird? she also mentioned your fic in her authors note but never actually tagged you or anything.

she says that she was inspired by a story she read on wattpad? but some of the scenes are literally identical, and almost word for word.

her disclaimers and warnings are almost same as yours too... thought that you should know about this!

i'll link the fic in another ask because i'm not sure if you'd want to post it out there or not!!

hi anon! first of all, thank you so much for alerting me about this matter. and also to the many other anons who sent in an ask telling me about this 🥹🫶

i'm only replying to this specific ask because it's the only one that didn't explicitly state the blog of the writer. rest assured i saw all your asks, and i really really appreciate it!

i will just say my two cents here. i'm not even going to engage with the author of that particular fic because there's no age indication on their blog, and god forbid i'm beefing with a kid 😂

i went to check out the fic and thought to myself it can't be THAT simila—i am dumbfounded!

fic in qns s&s

it's not word for word but personally, i think the idea is there.

next, to address the point where they claimed they never even knew my fic existed until someone commented to let them know (this conversation with the user that brought it up took place on 13 Feb). i took the liberty to scroll through my notifs and found their username liking part 4 & the masterlist of s&s on 11 Feb...

it's definitely understandable that ideas overlap or are inspired—after all safe & sound was also inspired by The Walking Dead and The Hunger Games. and personally, i think it's okay to express the same ideas in one's own flair. but i find it hard to wrap my head around the fact that they found it necessary to claim that they didn't know that s&s existed.

they did end up mentioning safe & sound in the author's note. but only to reiterate that they weren't inspired by it, but by a story they'd read on wattpad. and because s&s and said wattpad story are "exactly the same" they gave credits to me (no tags or anything of sorts). which i find it so weird because shouldn't you give the credit to the writer of that specific story you were inspired by and not... me?

the user that was engaging with them also requested for the wattpad story link but they "deleted the app" 😅

my intention is not to be petty or put myself on a pedestal, but with the indications right in my face i think i have the right to be concerned. i also want to clear up the confusion among my readers that's taken the effort to alert me about the issue!

if you have coincidentally come across this fic, and have read it. could you let me know if you think it's similar? who knows maybe i'm just insecure or smt 🤡

however, this is not in anyway insinuating anyone to go onto their blog and spread negativity. please do not engage! i'm only here for opinions and to prevent anyone else from engaging.

lastly, if you're the author of this particular fic and you think you've been wronged and that i've misunderstood, please do not hesitate to reach out to me!

thank you.

-nat

[theblasianwitch]

@creatingblackcharacters Is currently hosting an event for Black History Month. And I for one am so for it!!

Please have a look if you'd like to learn more about their challenge and participate

Not sure who to tag as I'm not sure how many people I know on here are artists or writers, but if you make things of any kind you can still participate. @crazycatsiren @thecomfywriter @venusrrvelez

For my contribution (the word feels wrong but my brain doesn't know what word to use at the moment): Szar Rei Ra, Jay Benu, Anthony Benu, Bora, Fiona Ra, and Xana.

In my series "Different Yet Same" I have many characters of varrying backgrounds. Everyone's background, upbringing, family history, and culture are as diverse as they are. I'm going to describe all of them, but put certain emphasis on one's I feel embody Black History and have something to offer in terms of being more culturally sensitive and understanding.

Szar Rei Ra is the main male character in my story. Without spoiling too much, he is a descendant of the Egyptian God Ra and has a heart for the people that was noticed and taken advantage of. Realizing and breaking away from that leads him into making a community of diverse individuals to help him with his role as an important figure for the future of the world on a whole.

Fiona Ra is Szar's older sister who was quite literally bound to the body and whims of a man via a curse placed by their older brother. She was released once the old patriarchal system was destroyed and is now trying to live life and use her divinity to help others while recovering from her trauma.

Jay and Anthony Benu are a married gay couple. Jay is from Libya and Anthony is from a secret society deep within West Africa. The creatures they are are based off of are from various African mythology but would be recognized, I hope, by my future readers from certain pop media of the 2000s where these creatures were white washed and Asian coated. The creatures they are heavily impact their outlook on life as Jay is more protective and pessimistic and Anthony is a symbol of life, prosperity and safety and is very optimistic. They serve as a hidden Easter egg to educate others on the origins and true nature of the creatures they are.

Bora is an intersex demi god who's upbringing led them to isolate themselves from society. In my second book they are forced to face the fact that they are one of the few gods on earth allowed to actually do anything for the people who have and still are suffering from the African Slave Trade and African Diaspora. The second book is very heavy on humanity suffering the consequences of their actions via divine intervention and having to come to terms with what they do and a need to change.

Xana is a North African bouda, a hyena shifter of African folklore and mythology, sometimes called a werehyena. Her story is part of the second book as well. Hyenas are a very female led and dominate species so her character and her people are used to show the determination and strength of Black women and just how much women do for society. Her people are one of the few matriarchal societies throughout the series.

I do hope people give my story the chance when it's first book is released in April. As a mixed race person who has suffered from all ends of my spectrum it serves to show just how connected we all are and to remind people of the humanity that exists within all of us. "There is nothing in this world that humanity hasn't done to another human." That is a quote that has stayed with me throughout my life as it is repeated quite a lot by my mother whenever injustice happens. World history, TRUE world history proves that and shows why so many people seem afraid of another set of people. Fear drives people more than anything, but we should not need to fear each other because we all bleed red; we all live on the same earth; we all are capable of the same emotions and therefore capable of both love and hate. All my life I've chosen love and only suffer from those who don't.

[theotherbuckley]

Cancer sucks. Ravi’s pretty sure that if you asked anyone, they’d agree.

He doesn’t want to be the guy who says his cancer is worse than any other cancer or anything, but, well, childhood cancer is a special kind of bad.

He was diagnosed with juvenile chronic myelogenous leukaemia when he was five years old. Apparently, he’s lucky he didn’t get it sooner, but he’s not sure anything about this situation is lucky. His parents took him to the hospital after his fifth nosebleed in one week, and when he’d stopped gobbling down their prawn curry and instead would only eat one or two bites before refusing.

He doesn’t know what’s happening at first, the doctors take him to several different rooms for different tests. He’s not afraid of needles, but he wonders if he should be.

He ends up in a room with a bed, which he thinks is pretty cool. It looks over a park with trees that he wants to climb. The doctors take his parents aside, but they quickly return to him. The doctor looks upset, but he walks over to him anyway and sits down beside him.

“Ravi,” he says, coughing before continuing. “Do you know what cancer is?” the doctor asks, and he shakes his head.

The doctor sighs but forces a smile on his face. “I need you to tell your parents that you’re sick. That your blood is sick. Can you do that?”

Ravi doesn’t really understand, but he tells his parents anyway. Watches in real time as his parents' faces crumple. He doesn’t really want to be here anymore, but the doctors say he’s not allowed to go home.

The first time, he’s in and out of the hospital for six months. It feels like forever.

The treatment is not fun. He already didn’t feel like eating, but now he keeps wanting to throw up. He cries when he does. His mother rubs his back when he throws up into the toilet, whispers sweet words into his ear. She tells him how brave he is, how strong he is. He doesn’t feel strong at all. He just wants to go to sleep.

One of the nurses brings him a teddy bear during one of his treatments, the bear has a bandage on his arm where a plastic wire is attached, leading to a bag on a stand, just like the one in Ravi’s own arm.

He names the bear Violet.

When the nurse isn’t looking, he unwraps the bandage from the bear and pulls off the wire before throwing it in the bin. Violet doesn’t need to go through what he is.

Violet gets to be normal.

He hopes maybe one day he will be too.

It’s winter when his doctor tells him that he’s in remission. He doesn’t know what that word is, but he tells his parents that he’s not sick anymore.

He doesn’t tell them that he might get sick again.

His mother hugs him, cries and shakes, but she’s smiling. His father doesn’t, but he gives him a tight-lipped smile and a pat on the back.

He goes home, and he’s allowed to stay home. He puts Violet in the bottom drawer, underneath his shorts. He doesn’t need her anymore.

The doctor calls their home a week after he’s left, his mother passes him the phone. They tell him that he has to pay lots of money. He pretends he doesn’t notice the worry etched across his parents’ faces when he relays the information.

But he gets to go to school now, so he focuses on that instead. The rest of the kids have already started school, they’re all friends already, and Ravi didn’t think he could feel anymore like an outsider. When he introduces himself, the teacher tells him to tell the class something special about himself. He says that he had cancer.

The class doesn’t know what that is. Ravi thinks that they’re lucky.

Tagging some people who were interested: @whatwouldeddiedo @thelovewehad @bidisasterevankinard @084thoughts @bipitybopitydoo @laundryandtaxesworld @that-bi-fan @fangirlthreepointoh @little-boats-on-a-lake @dailyravi I’m really enjoying writing this actually I’m giving him so much trauma help 🥹😭 let me know if you wanna be tagged in future updates 🫶🏽

If I wrote a fic about Ravi and childhood cancer and how he’s always struggled to make friends/family outside of his immediate one because as a kid he was in the hospital and not at school and now he’s always the one who’s slightly on the outside never quite in a group would anyone wanna read that?

[biblically-accurate-dca]

au where moon fills in while sun is "on vacation" and nothing bad happens

[nabaath-areng]

I have way too many alts that I keep to myself (which is why I generally refrain from posting them), but I'm going to ignore that habit for a moment just because I'm feeling particularly insane about this guy.

[hypogryffin]

TELL US ABOUT THE PRINCESS KNIGHT AU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PL

ok sorry its been like two months but anyways lets talk abt the princess/knight au!!!

haru is a princess, specifically the only heir to king kunikazu. yusuke is sort of a knight, but it's more that he's haru's personal bodyguard!

his mother was a court painter. she was pretty physically weak and fell ill a lot, and after she had yusuke, she realised that, while her and her family were able to live with the royal family for now due to her work, if and when her sickness claims her, her son would no longer be welcome in the castle. since she was all the family yusuke had, that would mean hed likely live the rest of his life on the streets, and as a young child, he wouldnt have the means to make that rest of his life a very long one.

so she made a deal with the king, haru's father, and it was decided he would grow up as harus retainer.

[image ID slash written text for those who cant read my handwriting (😔):

(servant, holding a 1 year old haru in their arms): do you see him, princess? [a shot of a small baby sleeping] his name is yusuke. from now on, his job will be to protect you.

a note next to the drawing of baby haru reads "yusuke is a year younger than haru, as in canon, but it was decided very early on in his life that he would be haru's personal guard!"

a drawing of a young yusuke and haru with another note that says "he began learning how to wield a sword and bow basically as soon as he was physically able, but until he was learned enough to protect haru, he just acted sort of as an escort to her {while a retinue guarded both of them}"

end id.]

its a good thing it was decided so early, too: yusukes mother succumbed to illness before yusuke was even three years old. (he has no memory of her. haru doesnt either, but she DOES remember the funeral that was held.)

(one of the last pieces yusukes mother ever painted was of a young haru holding a baby, a man who would one day become her guard. it became a pretty significant piece for the okumura kingdom for a while, actually: it was used to mean "serve the royal family and it shall serve you, in turn". its hung up on the stairwell into the castle guards' quarters.)

anyway, so yusuke and haru grew up together. they were paired so early on into their lives that neither of them have any memory of a time without each other: for all it matters to them, they were born hand-in-hand with their roles set in place.

they were very close as children, especially before yusuke was considered sufficiently trained in his weapons. it was very common for them to walk around the castle holding hands, and they barely ever separated, only ever doing so for things like sleep or bathing, or lessons-- though the last of those wasnt always true. yusuke would have lessons alongside haru in things like etiquette, of course, but could also be found in the room for things such as history, or her music lessons. likewise, haru would watch yusuke train, though she wasnt allowed to wield a sword or bow herself and could only cheer him on.

(not until they were a bit older, when yusuke taught her how to fight with a sword himself. even then, they used wooden swords, so that haru wouldnt get hurt.)

yusuke was the only boy other than the king himself allowed in harus bedroom, since the only others given access were the handmaids responsible for things like cleaning her room, dressing or bathing her, et cetera. he used to enter as he pleased as such, and only got into the practice of properly knocking and announcing his presence as they got older. hes all-together almost completely stopped actually going into her room, opting instead to stand at her door until she leaves, herself.

as they grew up, they were steadily more and more discouraged from being as physically affectionate as they were as children. yusuke was punished for doing things like holding her hand if they were seen, and was taught to instead be a silent presence to her side or two paces behind her, seen and not heard, the way a "guard" ought to be. at the same time, harus etiquette lessons taught her the necessary decorum to be a princess and one day a queen, and there was no room for a friendship with a retainer, even if it was yusuke. though they care for each other just as much as when they were children, perhaps even more devoted, youd be fair to miss it, since neither of them are able to be open with each other anymore.

(yusukes still slightly more touchy-feely than whats probably expected of a guard. its not really physical affection in the same way, but he'll do things like brush dust or pluck lint off of haru's dresses himself or adjust her hair or jewelry or clothes-- of course, only to make sure her highness looks her best, so its forgiven to the outside observer, but still something technically not of his station.)

haru is a lot different that she was when they were children. proper etiquette is extensive, obviously, and the young girl that was considered the country's daughter, kind and open whenever seen in processions, has long since been stripped for parts. her public face has matured quite a bit by necessity, though her kindness and permanent smile remains-- it's simply that it's more of a part she plays, at this point, any of her natural disposition worn to steel, as a certain amount of control is necessary for a woman of her station.

she doesnt regret the person shes become, even if somewhat conniving-- after all, she needs a certain amount of cunning to keep her head above water in the political scene. or its more that she's not able to regret it, as she's never had any other option than to become as jaded as she is today.

still, it's hard not to yearn for the old days, when they were innocent children. shes not quite aware of it, herself, but she certainly misses yusuke, her friend. its just hard to figure that out when to this day, yusuke, her guard, remains as staunchly by her side as her best friend always has.

when i made the initial drawings for the princess/knight au, i wrote the beginning of a short story of a yusuke pov that i unfortunately must have tossed it because i dont have it anymore, but his character is defined by his devotion. hes never known anything other than being haru's, after all, and considers everything he does a labour of love for her. every moment he spends training is for her, every injury for her sake, every callous a simple, unavoidable byproduct of his servitude. he keeps the posture he learned in his etiquette classes even in private, because erring once is to live with the knowledge of his erring forever, and more than that, risking forming the habit of being anything less than the perfect knight for his lady is something he can't bear the thought of.

luckily, there isnt much danger living in the castle, so yusuke only trains as ardently as he does as precaution for the most part, but there was one incident in which the castle was attacked by royal detractors. haru wasnt actively targeted, being only 8 years old at the time, but there was a spot of trouble where he had to protect her. yusuke, being 7, wasnt fully learned in his swordsmanship yet, and sustained a few scars, including but not limited to one on his eyebrow he hides behind his hair, but considers himself barely harmed, especially considering that that was the incident that took many other castle guards' lives, as well as the life of the queen, haru's mother.

king kunikazu and the kingdom at large is currently pretty uneasy due to a war brewing just a bit away; neither the kingdom nor any of its current allies are being actively threatened, but its one of already many due to one kingdom's ancient rome-esque conquering of a path of smaller countries, and the "okumura" kingdom looks as if it will be on the warpath sooner or later. due to this, the kingdom's engaged with an alliance with a comparatively smaller kingdom that it neighbours. the alliance is going to be officiated with a marriage: haru is kunikazu's only heir, but due to some societal stuff, as a woman she's considered unfit to rule as a monarch. so, she's now to be married with one of the sons of said neighbouring kingdom, who will act as ruler with her at his side:

akira is the son of the king and technically an eligible heir to the kurusu kingdom, but due to his place as the 4th son, he's not a crown prince/not considered to be in line for the throne-- or at least, not to his home nation, as he's now set to be the king of the okumura kingdom.

he seems to be of the same mind as haru: uninterested in her in a romantic sense, but has accepted the marriage for the sake of his country. however, he also seems completely uninterested-- or perhaps actively against-- the prospect of being king, not of his own country and not of the okumura kingdom. it seems that hes grown up acting as more of a free spirit; hes pretty crafty, and has a reputation amongst his own retinue for always managing to sneak off, running away as soon as hes left unattended by his father or instructors, or disappearing overnight (much to the grief and distress of his caretakers), though he's always returned, apparently rather aware of his own limits, or at least capable of getting himself out of whatever trouble he ends up getting into, without drawing the ire of either the common people or his father, the king.

because of his nature, he either sees himself as unfit for king, or merely feels stifled by the idea of the position, and in private talks has disclosed to haru that hed much rather her take her (in his words) rightful place as the queen and head of the nation, and is more than alright with her being the brains/power of the operation, even if in the end it has to be him giving speeches when necessary.

however, while disliking the idea of being a king in general, and also disinterested in haru as anything more than a confidant (having also privately disclosed to her that he does have his eye on someone), he seems attached to the arrangement of this marriage, for “some unknown reason”.

((thats right baby its ALSO a kitashu au get fucked))

akira and haru are officially engaged at the time of the story, and are in the midst of planning for the wedding! they tentatively become friends, since theyre both kind of stuck with each other presumably for the rest of their lives. hes seemingly made a goal to make haru let her guard down, and has even convinced her at some point to sneak out of the castle with him (at a point where he and his father were visiting) to explore the surrounding town without their retinues-- something that gave yusuke specifically about 7 heart attacks, as its something harus never done before.

oh yeah, and by the way, yusuke fucking hates akira.

haru really liked seeing the town without her guards, and without having to put on the air of princess. it was freeing to act as a commoner, and the first time shes been able to strip herself of her etiquette-- something she cant do around anyone in the castle, not even yusuke, at least not to the extent she has to to blend in with the townspeople. she liked it so much that it becomes a regular thing whenever akira is at the castle and not in his own country.

some of harus caretakers have noticed her disappearances, including yusuke, who is at her side in almost every waking moment: he greets her in the morning to escort her to breakfast and brings her to her room at night. when hes not standing at her side, hes guarding the room shes in, and only leaves her when its time for him to turn in for the night, as well. obviously hes noticed this sudden habit of disappearing, and more than that, HES the one who ends up tasked with discouraging harus maids from disclosing this to king kunikazu, since haru isnt aware theyve figured her out, and their social standing disallows them from discussing it with her themselves. haru asked yusuke to keep her and akira's outings a secret from her father when he confronted her after the first time, so its his duty to make sure its a secret.

its not that yusuke resents akira for giving him more work-- hes more than happy to do something as trivial as this for haru, his princess, but its more that this means yusukes forced to be idle while distinctly aware that haru, who hes spent his entire life protecting and caring for, is off somewhere unknown, could be in danger or could be physically harmed, and hes not only none the wiser but also complicit, by allowing her to do this. though he cant ask her to stop, because its clear haru is happier with these momentary escapes. its a miserable position to be in, and he fully blames akira for being the one to put him there

(and resents him for the fact that akira is an outsider and a newcomer. despite this, its clear that hes doing something for haru that yusuke hasnt been able to, not since they started growing up. hes making her happy, and comfortable.

its anxiety over harus safety, and an intense, burning jealousy that hes not really able to identify in the same way)

[text id:

yusuke looking angry as he says "my lady's happiness is of the utmost importance to me. it is for this reason alone that i will allow these escapades to go on, without reporting them to the king or your father." "this marriage will be essential to this country's future, and i have no intention of interfering in your relationship with your fiancée, even considering my role as her loyal servant."

the second drawing reveals him to have cornered akira, seemingly pinning him to a wall, as he continues "however, if i find you to ever, ever put the princess's life in danger, then this country as well as your own be damned, i will strike you down myself, and i swear on my life to make your death ten thousand times as painful as whatever harm you have caused to her highness. do you understand, my lord?"

akira is blushing heavily, knees cowed slightly. he stutters out a "uh. uh-huh" like he's in a trance. an arrow points to him with a note that reads "his gay ass is NOT listening!"

end id]

for some actual story…

during a banquet held in celebration of akira and haru's engagement, king kunikazu suddenly collapsed and lost his life in that room. it was discovered that the cup he was drinking from was poisoned.

no one has any idea who assassinated the king-- it could very well be some of the many citizens that disliked the king's rather strict policies. the taxes are high, and punishment for crimes tend to be much stricter than in other countries. however, a common rumour among many of the townsfolk is that it was the world of the neighbouring kingdom: a ploy to get prince akira in power in order to take over the nation and subsume it as part of the kurusus' country.

regardless of whether or not that has any merit or is simply baseless rumour, the wedding has been temporarily postponed so that the country-- and haru-- may focus on the investigation. akira, at the least, seems more than willing to help. if it really the scheme of his nation, or of his father, he seems both unaware and unwilling to be a part of it, offering every aid he can to haru, even if it ends up only effectively being an open ear.

yusuke remains by her side, as he always had and as he always will-- perhaps a bit more protective of her, somehow, but the entire castle is on edge, so its not as if thats unexpected. as a knight, a simple extension of his lady's will, he cant do much for her to solve her problems, not possessing the intelligence to solve the case of her father's murder, the political knowhow to aide her and her fathers advisor who's acting as regent pro tempore in ruling, nor a magical ability to bring king kunikazu, someone who he had come to see as his own father in some form, himself, back from the land of the dead. still, he is harus humble servant, and devoted to her above all else, and whatever his lady needs, he will do his best to provide.

the story is about the political aspect of haru and akiras ascension to ruling and of trying to find a culprit, but also about the relationship between the three of them: akira getting closer to both of them, and yusuke and haru reconnecting. :)

[radioroxx]

What do you think Odile does for a living? She feels teacher like to me. What do you think she would do post canon?

HMMMM THIS IS GOOD QUESTION…

ive seen a lot of people hc her as a teacher / professor so i!! think that suits her pretty well. specifically as someone who studies + specializes in different types of craft (that would be why shes so proficient in multiple craft spells. also how she was able to figure out the loops stuff, AND to find something that could prevent siffrin from looping back).

post canon i am not sure… i am always torn between how the party would handle things post canon. obviously they would keep travelling for a bit, odile alongside her family without the stress of. constant sadness encounters + a king to kill lol. i think maybe she would get to take her time, reeaally get to know vauguardian culture when not within. a crisis. as was her original intention.

eventually. EVENTUALLY. when the family settles down somewhere (i am a “they all get a big house together” believer lol) she would get back into craft stuff. maybe go back into teaching too—surely people would be eager to hire a saviour. especially though i think it would be neat of her to try looking into wish craft etc, as a long forgotten form of craft. to satisfy her own curiosity, for siffrins sake, or just as a way of preserving the countries culture in whatever ways possible.

[rosewheresheshouldntbe]

> Rose: Confess to Kanaya!

Rose: I love you.

Kanaya: Y Yo Ati, Rose.

> Rose: Get swallowed by something that looks like Venom.

> Rose: Get sent to super hell!

> Kanaya: Have something very gay and homophobic happen to you.

Kanaya: ...

What an absolute diversity loss. You find yourself thinking "love loses!"

[randomminty]

hi i just wanted to say tytytytyyyy for drawing lance and clair with fangs 🛐🛐🛐 ik they’re like very tiny and barely noticeable but them having fangs is so important to me and you’re my fav pkmn artist so just like AHHHH thank you for that !!! and for sharing your art in general bc it sparks so much joy!!! im tempted to end this ask with smth like “i hope this anon finds you well” but that sounds like a threatening email i hope you’re having a good week bye!!! 💕💕

~love, a random appreciative anon

Jsdbkfjadbjlvdabjlfdanlkfda tysm anon omg…. Ofc i think every single dragon trainer should have at least really really tiny fangs. Theres some kind of reason relating to their connection to dragons that i cant think of but just know its so so so important. Also this ask inspired me to draw more clair bc i never do so……. Heres a sort of teethy clair sketch. Ok ty

[solaestial]

The boy with bloodied hands - A Russell Playlist

Youtube | Spotify (note that Spotify is missing some songs)

My Russell playlist that I've been working on for several months! Meant to cover basically his entire character arc to the best of my ability haha. It's a decent mix of mainly English and Japanese songs. First half is the past (based on personal interpretation), and the second half is the happy dream. I really tried to keep a good flow with the songs both lyrically and sound-wise where I could, so I definitely recommend listening in order! As well as looking into the translations for the non-English songs because they are some of the most amazing fits fr. The Youtube version of the playlist uses videos with translations for any I could find it for, to help with that a little.

It has over 70 songs, so uh. buckle up haha. Song choices are subject to change here and there ofc, especially when I find new things, but all in all I feel like it's definitely been ready to share :>

Several great songs in the second half were picked from my sibling's suggestions, so big kudos to them too!! There's also a small couple from other people out there associating them with End Roll already, but I mostly tried to avoid that overall. I had to be pretty picky to keep it from being even longer, so it's not at all everything I associate with him of course either. To anyone who listens through, I hope you enjoy!!

(Obligatory CW for, well, Russell's life)

[jurassiccraft]

Day 9: Outfit Swap

Self-indulgent prompt day with Irene and my OC, Aprius. I am nothing if not a morally questionable god enjoyer.

[skyburger]

whos your favorite of the crusaders from part 3... i think i love baofu the most tbh