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wayhavensecretsanta · 7 months
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Here's a list of all the wonderful fics that have been written for this exchange 💖 Thank you all for being a part of this!
My spirit's alive, I want you to know. by @hypnostanatos for @evilbunnyking
mysterious fathoms below by @ava-du-mortain for @wayhavenots
Resilience by @deepinotomehell for @stolenoc
devotion's shadow by @rosejellyy for @deepinotomehell
Movie Night by @sanguineverefae for @apenapaperandadoofus
This is more than enough by @lalizah for @grapecaseschoices
Imprints by @stolenoc for @thee-morrigan
by allegoric bards by @agentnatesewellfor @lalizah
Beside this fountain's brink & Covalent by @wifebeast-s for @agentnatesewell
thank you for being a friend by @grapecaseschoices for @rosejellyy
Areen's Beacon by @sunshineandviolets for @ava-du-mortain
Hold on tight by @slushrottweiler for @doulyeah
midnight, the stars, and you by @thee-morrigan for @slushrottweiler
I Can Kerry a Tune by @wayhavenots for @itsren-again
Hypersenses & Stolen Glances by @doulyeah for @sanguineverefae
Movie Night by @sanguineverefae for @apenapaperandadoofus
strawberry menthos by @ejunkiet for @sunshineandviolets
Come Night, Come Morning by @lykegenia for @ejunkiet
Campfire woes by @sustainably-du-mortain for @hypnostanatos
Familiar by @itsren-again for @sustainably-du-mortain
Shearing the Rams by @evilbunnyking for @wifebeast-s
Under the Rain by @apenapaperandadoofus for @lykegenia
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katlakitty · 4 days
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Woke up to a gifted fanfiction on AO3 earlier and I'm screaming. Could Nines be any cuter?
Thank you @intheyellowandgreen for gifting this fic to me and @cptjh-arts 😍😍
Go and check it out here:
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astheskycries · 1 year
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Desperate Times
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Things get messy once Frank's ex follows you into the grocery store, leaving your confidence shaking.
Thank you all so much for the love on Friday Nights and my little Frank series. I'm excited for you to see a bit of an aftermath of their recent date, but I'm even more excited to be back into writing again.
Masterlist Buy Me a Coffee
I hum a little to myself as I walk down the aisles, pushing a grocery cart as I search for that last item on my list. It’s a typical Saturday- a great night last night with Frank, spare the little run-in with his ex, Mary with Roberta, and Frank following up on his latest boat before he helps put groceries away. Even though I live there, I always buy the food, feeling bad for taking up the extra space despite how happy I am with them. Frank isn’t too thrilled, but I just keep going, knowing he doesn’t want to upset me by covering it himself.
“Oh?”
I startle and turn around, a little surprised as I look at the woman from last night. I instantly relax, holding myself a bit taller. She doesn’t need to see any weakness. “Can I help you?”
She smirks, and I can’t get over how intimidating she is- a man’s dream body, even if the man has a kind heart. “You’re Frank’s little friend, aren’t you? Man, what was the name…”
“(Y/N).”
She smirks. “Yes, (Y/N). I’m amazed he lets you leave the house, he’s such a possessive man, in bed and out.”
I tense a little, not liking her talking about Frank that way. “My relationship with Frank is none of your business.”
“Oh?” She smirks. “Wasn’t Bonnie Stevenson the last one to sleep around with him?”
I swallow. “Frank and Bonnie separated on good terms. We’re actually close friends. Is there anything else you needed?”
She steps a bit closer, eyes threatening as she stares me down. “Frank Adler is incapable of having a real relationship. He does nothing but drink and take care of that little girl. If you were intelligent, you’d realize that. He’s going to hurt you, like everyone else in his past, and no one will care enough about you to help pick up the pieces.” I swallow, and she smiles sweetly before turning on her heel. “Have a great day!” She calls over her shoulder, and I stand alone in the aisle with nothing but the sound of her heels tapping against the tile as she walks away.
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I release a breath as I pull into Frank’s driveway, seeing his worn truck and unsure if I’m relieved or nervous about him being home. I will never be able to hide anything from him- I never have- but I don’t want to worry him either. Like it or not, I have to put my best foot forward and act casual about everything.
I glance up to see Frank leaning against the doorway, barefoot and arms crossed as he watches me. I can tell by his eyes that he knows I’ve been sitting here, so I quickly get my things gathered and climb out, starting to grab the heavy bags before he can.
A hand suddenly grips the handle of the bag I’m holding, easing the pressure from the nearly overflowing handful, and there’s breath against my neck as Frank murmurs, “I’ll take that,” I shiver, letting him have the big ones, and I easily grab the rest before following him inside. “Everything ok? You were sitting out there for a while.”
I blush a bit, unable to help being touched that he cares enough to check on me. “Yeah, just lost in thought.” I set the bags down and start unloading everything, feeling his eyes study me as I get to work. “Isn’t it supposed to storm soon? We could probably set some movies up and have a night in.”
“(Y/N),” Frank says softly, and I can’t help but glance up at him, instantly trapped by his beautiful eyes, a stormy mixture of blues and greys, with worry and concern thrown in to make my heart ache even more. “Talk to me.”
I swallow, incredibly nervous. “I saw her again in the store.” I turn, not wanting to elaborate and instead putting some boxes away. There’s not much, since it’s just the three of us on a small budget, but it’s plenty.
I can feel Frank’s eyes never leave me, even though I can’t look at him. “What, the girl from last night? What did she want?”
I swallow, eyes stinging slightly as I put the last thing away. I’m ashamed of the burn, but it’s outside of my control- between the words and the fear of disappointing him, it was bound to happen. “Just… Talked about you. That you were possessive. That you were incapable of having a real relationship and that you would leave me hurt with no one left to care.” I feel his hand rest on my arm, and I dip my head despite letting him turn me around. His hand is on my cheek, gently stroking my skin with his thumb, and I lean into his touch automatically. 
“None of that is true,” He coos gently, voice low as he watches my face. I swallow, and he gently moves his thumb under my chin, lifting my face to his. “Hey, look at me,” He smiles a bit, clearly concerned about me but wanting to support me. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to be right here, complaining about the manufacturers of Lego to you for the rest of our lives.” I can’t help but smile, and he relaxes more, smiling when he sees my own worry fade. “I love you, (Y/N). You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
I giggle a bit, leaning up on tiptoes to kiss him gently, but he keeps me there, deepening the kiss and moaning as his tongue gently enters my mouth, exploring and memorizing every inch of it. I moan, gripping his hair, and he grabs my hips and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist, his hands tugging my shirt over my head so he can nip and kiss my check, making me moan before grabbing his shirt and yanking it off, teasing his nipples.
He tosses me on the bed, crawling up to the waistband of my jeans and tugging it off, removing my shoes and panties as he crawls back up, kissing his way up my legs before nuzzling my core. “Fuck, (Y/N),” He growls breathlessly. I whimper, soaked, and he easily inserts two fingers, crooking them and stroking my walls. “Are you ready?”
I nod desperately, lifting my hips a bit, and he yanks his pants down with a hand before grabbing protection and carefully entering me, filling me completely and making me moan. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” He moans, and I grip his hair, tugging him down so I can kiss him deeply, continuing to rock. He rolls, letting me lead, and I ride him as I kiss his neck, fingers entwined with his as I keep rocking. It doesn’t take long for us both to finish, and I collapse on his back, curling close as his fingers absently rub up and down my spine.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” I whisper against his chest, making him chuckle.
“I was thinking the same about you,” He tilts my chin to kiss me again, humming in contentment. “I can’t wait to add something here,” He kisses my bare ring finger, and I blush, smiling up at him shyly. “And then I can really prove how much I love you.”
“You already do,” I whisper, and I smile as he kisses me again, holding me close until we hear the knock on the door, signaling that we need to get dressed before Mary sees us.
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0nelittlebirdtoldme · 8 months
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I need a hot second to compose myself but everyone go read this fic my (for now) anonymous friend has gifted me
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steviebanksdeposits · 3 months
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Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kirishima Eijirou/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Iida Tenya/Uraraka Ochako Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Iida Tenya, Jirou Kyouka, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Crack, Class 1-A Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Class 1-A as Family (My Hero Academia), Pack Dynamics, Pack Bonding, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Alpha Kirishima Eijirou, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Beta Todoroki Shouto, Complete, No Smut Series: Part 1 of Call To Me, I'm Here For You. Summary:
Shouto keeps his feelings under tight lock and key. As one of the Betas, he tries his best to be there for everyone and not need anything. He has almost gone a full decade of not being comforted by an Alpha. He was only recently comforted by his two closest friends who are Omegas.
Eijirou picks up on Shouto's distress one night. He offers to comfort the Beta.
The locked case he kept all his emotions and pain in, finally breaks and overflows.
 A few side romances (BakuDeku, iidaOcha, kyoKamiShinsou)
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henrysglock · 1 year
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Happy Holidays, @drewsb12!! I was your Secret Santa, and I have a fic to drop your way <3
I hope you enjoy it!!
@bylersecretsanta
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majoringinsarcasm · 3 months
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DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON OLD FICS DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON FICS IN A FANDOM THE AUTHOR MAY NO LONGER BE ACTIVE IN. IF THE STORY IS STILL UP LET THEM KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS IT MIGHT JUST BE THE REMINDER THAT MAKES THEIR DAY.
SINCERELY SOMEONE WHO JUST GOT A REPLY THAT MADE ME WANNA MAKE THIS POST
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ficforthought · 11 months
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My Escape, My Home - cadkitten - Batman - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
Sharing this wonderful little fic gifted to me by the equally wonderful @cadkitten . My JayDick heart is very happy, because even though I'm a multishipper in the Batman fandom, these boys hold an extra special place in there. Most of you know me from the Supernatural fandom, so for context, JayDick is the equivalent of Wincest - only without the shared parental DNA! 😆 - and I love both ships, obsessively dearly! ❤💙
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westruun · 6 months
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You have given me everything.
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persnickety-doodles · 4 months
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But Korra's protests die on her tongue as Asami pulls her in for another kiss, and by the time they resurface their tea has long since gone cold.
Under Me, Over Me, Any Way You’ll Have Me by @korrasamibottles
I’m back with another inspired doodle! ☺️ Enjoy!
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rileyslibrary · 8 months
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Exhausted and in the middle of a week-long field exercise, you seek comfort and visit Ghost in the command tent.
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You step into the command tent, letting the entrance flap fall quietly behind you. The only light illuminating the place is a small hanging lamp above the worktable, filled with maps and scattered paperwork.
Your eyes gradually adjust to the dim interior, and your focus settles on the back of the figure before you. Ghost leans over the table, absorbed in a discussion over the comms about the field exercise’s next steps.
His leg is crossed in front of the other, and he glances over his broad shoulder as he senses your presence. He raises his fist, silently signalling for you to wait until he’s finished.
However, you’re not one to obey such commands from him; he knows that all too well.
You drag your weary feet across the ground, and the sound of rocks and dust echoes softly in the confined space. The lieutenant motions with his palm for you to move quietly as he continues the conversation with his comrades. This time, you decide to comply.
You walk cautiously and approach the workstation, closing the distance between you. Although behind him, you can see him better now; his head is lowered over the map spread across the table. He listens to the soldiers on the other end of the line, briefing him on safety protocols, emergency procedures, and potential hazards for tomorrow. He nods and murmurs the occasional “mhm” in response.
You place your thumbs into his pants’ belt loops and gently pull yourself closer to him. He doesn’t budge. You exhale through pieced lips, releasing the tension that had been building up, and nestle your face between his shoulder blades. You take a long and deep inhale, breathing him in. That’s the only scent you want to fill your lungs with right now—not the bitter odour of gunpowder nor the dry breeze of the fields—just him.
A stray wind ruffles the tent’s fabric from the outside, and he stiffens up. His head turns towards the source of the disturbance, and his hand retreats from the table to rest on your back as if protecting you from the outside.
“It’s alright,” you whisper into his back, “just the wind.”
He relaxes, shifting his attention back to the comms. His hand migrates from your back to your forearm, gently urging it out of his belt loops. He lifts it to his lips, kissing your hand beneath the balaclava he wears. He sets it against his stomach and holds it there. You follow his lead, repeating the gesture with your other hand and wrapping yourself around him, intertwining your fingers.
He delivers the final instructions over the comms and signs off. He straightens up.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmurs, yet still holding your wrapped hands around him.
“You shouldn’t have let me in,” You reply.
You feel his right hand moving, grabbing a pen and writing something on the map. “It’s not as if you ever ask for permission,” he remarks.
You take another deep breath into his back, followed by an audible sigh.
“What’s wrong?” He asks.
“Nothing,” you reply. “Just tired.”
He puts the pen down, lifts his right arm, and you slide beneath it. He hugs your shoulder, and you rest your head on his chest. You both look at the worktable in front of you.
“What’s all this?” you ask.
He shrugs and kisses the top of your head. “You know what they are.” He replies, his voice muffled by your hair.
“I don’t wanna do tomorrow.” You frown as you gesture at the map. “It looks... chaotic.”
His hand shifts from your shoulder to rest on your waist, gently guiding you until you stand between him and the table. You look up into his sleep-deprived, bloodshot eyes. He, too, is tired.
“Nobody does,” he replies, “but we have to, yeah?”
You nod and brush your fingers against his chest. He plants one final kiss on your forehead, then taps your hip twice with his hand.
“Off you go,” he commands. “tomorrow will be a long day.”
You pout and grumble, but he doesn’t back down. You have no choice but to yield to his authority. You walk towards the exit and lift the tent’s flap.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” You venture.
He shakes his head. “Too many eyes, love,” he says, looking over his shoulder. “Wait until we’re back at the base.”
You sigh softly. “I miss you.” You confess.
He turns his entire body towards you as he leans against the work table. The hanging lamp reveals his eyes; there’s a smile hidden within them.
He nods. It’s his way of saying ‘Me too,’ and that’s all you need. He may not voice affection openly, but he doesn’t have to. You understand each other in ways words could never express.
He extends his hand towards you, palm facing down. He makes a small, subtle wave with his wrist, insinuating that you’re standing in the middle of the entrance with the flap open, making yourself an easy target to spot for whoever passes by.
You snap back to reality, excuse yourself, and exit his tent. You make your way towards your own, longing for the moment you’ll finally be reunited at the base.
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Beg You to Love Me
"I'm surprised you even remembered, Harrington," Eddie shrugs, hoping he comes off as aloof as he wants to, instead of shaky and unsure like he feels. He was sitting atop the picnic table, arms behind him trying to look as unaffected by Steve's presence as he can, but he's been thrown for a loop ever since Steve emerged from the woods instead of Robin Buckley, like he was expecting.
"Of course, I remember. I- I've never forgotten," Steve whispers, head down and fists clenched at his sides. He looks more like a child being wrongfully scolded than a man defending himself.
The words pull a scoff from Eddie, though. Never forgotten? What the fuck ever. "Right. Something to hold over me, then, if I'd stepped too far out of line? Mutually assured destruction?"
Steve's head snaps up and he looks horrified, which Eddie will admit to almost believing. Steve doesn't seem like the type to join the drama club but his acting's pretty fucking good. "What? No! I would have never- I would never have said anything about us to anyone."
"Right. Sure. Of course. Your own reputation to think about there."
Something like hurt flashes across Steve's face before it frosts over. This is the face he's used to see on Steve. Cold and distant. "I- whatever, man. I don't even know why I thought..." but Steve doesn't finish his sentence. He just shakes his head and turns his back on Eddie, heading back the way he came.
He doesn't know why that sparks a rage from deep within him. "Yeah, that's right. Tuck tail and runaway again!"
"I ran away?" Steve shouts back, turning sharply on his heel to glare at Eddie. "You think that I ran away?"
Eddie just spreads his hands to the empty clearing as if to say 'look at all this room around me you've never occupied'. "You weren't here, were you?"
"Because you told me to not be!" Steve stomps back to Eddie but stops a couple yards away.
"Like fuck I did," Eddie argues back, because he didn't tell Steve to go away. He'd told him-
"'If this isn't good enough for you, there's the fucking door.' That's what you told me," Steve quotes, "I thought it was pretty fucking clear what you wanted."
"Yeah, I fucking thought it was clear what I wanted," Eddie snarls, lunging from the picnic table, closing those last few feet to get into Steve's face. "Yet here we are!"
"Don't act like this is my fucking fault. Like you weren't the one who forced it to be my fault. My decision-"
"Yeah, it had to be your damn decision! You were dragging it out-"
"-because you were too much of a coward to do it your-fucking-self-"
"-acting like you were. Acting too good to actually slum it with the trailer trash-"
"-so of course I made the choice that was best for me. Because I deserved more-"
"-like what I had to offer you would never be good enough for the goddman King-"
"-than just being your hookup when I wanted to be-"
"-like I wasn't good enough to be your friend, much less-"
"-your fucking boyfriend!"
"-your fucking boyfriend!"
The contrast of this sudden silence that falls following their screaming match that ends with identical sentiments is jarring. Eddie feels wrong-footed and lost. Confusion and hurt mixing in him that he can see reflected on Steve's face.
"What?" Steve is the first to break the silence, drawing into himself. Arms crossing to hold himself at the elbows as he takes several steps back, as if to be able to see all of Eddie will clear the confusion he's feeling.
Eddie just stares back, slack jawed for a moment. That's. What. No, wait. Really, what? "What what?"
"You- you said 'if this isn't good enough for you, there's the fucking door'. How was I- I thought you- you were breaking up with me!" Steve cries, "you. You said that to make me pick, because you knew I wanted more and you didn't. That's- you were breaking up with me!"
Eddie's in just as much disbelief. "No, you broke up with me! I said if this isn't good enough but, like, I meant if I wasn't good enough. And you left! You walked out because I wasn't good enough to be with you!"
Steve looks stricken and he claws harder at himself, sort of folds into himself like he's going to be sick. "No. No no no, that's- then that means I- it's all been my fault. No no no no."
Eddie stares wide-eyed and frozen as Steve talks to himself. Eddie kind of feels nauseous. There's no way that this is possible. That these last two and a half years of heartbreak have been because of miscommunication. That they both thought the other was breaking up with them and neither actually wanted to.
"Why didn't you- Why didn't you say something?" Eddie asks.
Steve laughs at that, sounding a bit hysteric. "Me!? Why didn't you! I wasn't- I wasn't going to beg you to love me like I had with my parents. You were the one who told me I shouldn't have to do that!"
Yeah. He had. When Steve had broken down and cried on his bed, in his arms, wondering what it was he had done to lose his parents' love. Eddie told him it wasn't his fault, never would be, and that he would never need to beg for love from someone who does love him. It was the same advice Wayne had given him when he'd taken Eddie in.
"I already thought you were wanting to break up. You were being so distant, I thought..."
Steve sucks in a deep breath and nods, "Yeah. Yeah I was. I was scared of scaring you away. Of being too much. Because I- what I felt for you was a lot. I was afraid I'd chase you away if I continued to be so clingy. I pulled back, to reign it in but. Fuck. Fuck!"
Eddie drops to a squat. His legs feel like jelly and he can't keep standing. He squats and looks down so his hair becomes a curtain separating him from the reality of the situation, if only for a moment. Fuck is right.
He's spent his junior and first senior year being pissed at Steve. Hurt by him and what he thought happened. And it's- if Steve's being honest, it's all been for nothing. If they both wanted a deeper relationship, they could have had it. They might still be boyfriends if Eddie hadn't been so wrapped up in his Munson Doctrine. He'd been convincing himself Steve was embarrassed of him, and was working on breaking off their- whatever they were. But he hadn't been.
He's thought such terrible things about Steve over the years. God, what has Steve thought of him over the years? No. He doesn't want to know, actually. That's not what he cares about right now.
He lifts his head to see that Steve's plopped himself onto the ground, sitting cross legged, elbows on his knees and head in his hands.
"Steve. Steve!" He calls Steve's name out until he looks up, looks at him, "why'd you come out here?"
He laughs again, slightly less hysterically, and he's shaking his head like he can't believe what he's about to say. "I. Fuck, I was coming out here to beg you to love me."
"No you fucking weren't!" his tone is filled with disbelief.
"I was," Steve repeats, sounding amused and heartbroken at the same time. "I really, really was. Graduation's coming and I know you want to get out of Hawkins the second that happens and I'm. I was running out of time trying to get you to notice me again, so I was going to beg."
Notice him again? As if Steve doesn't haunt his every waking thought. As if he doesn't dream of Steve every night while his eyes seek him across the halls and in their few shared classes like he's the goddamn night sky and Eddie is a sailor lost at sea needing the north star to guide him home. Eddie's never not noticed him, and he thinks he has to come out here and beg? "When someone loves you, you don't have to beg."
"Yeah, I know," Steve sighs, defeated, which lets Eddie know that Steve does not, in fact, know. He looks away from Eddie, down to his lap.
Fuck, it's like every fantasy Eddie's had of them making up and then making out has been handed to him on a silver platter and he's blowing it. His words are too vague, too easily misinterpreted. Again. He falls forward on to his knees, hands catching him so he's on all fours like an animal. "Steve. I mean it. You don't have to beg."
"I get it, Eddie," Steve huffs, not looking at him. Not actually understanding.
Eddie starts to crawl the distance between them. Steve looks up then, probably to see what the fuck Eddie was doing with the shuffling sounds and the chain on his belt clacking. Eddie watches Steve's eyes go wide, mouth dropping open to a small 'o'. "See, the thing is, Steve," Eddie says, pulling himself up to be just on his knees to shuffle the last few inches closer. Steve leans back to keep his eyes on Eddie's face, which opens his lap up. "You said you know, but I don't think you do." Eddie brings his hands to rest on Steve's shoulders and Steve lets him. "You don't have to beg." He uses his hold on Steve's shoulders to balance himself as he swings a leg wide, to straddle Steve, then shifts his weight to repeat the process with his other leg before settling himself into Steve's lap. Steve's hands land on his hips and Eddie isn't sure if it's intentional or a reaction to Eddie plopping himself in his laps but he's going to believe it's the first one. "You've never had to beg with me."
Steve sucks in a sharp breath and then he collapses into Eddie. Steve's hands on his hips slide up and pull him into a hug, as close to Steve's body as he can get, while Steve shoves his head under Eddie's chin, into the junction of his neck and shoulder and breaths him in like it's the last breath Steve will ever take. "We're so stupid."
"Yeah," Eddie agrees, as he lifts one hand to hold the back of Steve's head while the other drops to rub soothingly at his back. "Yeah, we are."
They sit in the dirt, the closest they've been since that summer between '81 and '82. They should probably talk about. They're going to have to, if they want this to work. Full sentences with no hidden meanings, even though the thought of that kind of vulnerability makes Eddie skittish. It's going to be difficult, but it'll be worth it. Steve has always been worth it.
Eddie wants to say 'I love you', just to get it out, in the open, and not just implied, but there's a different first step to take. One that's actually a little easier. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Me too," Steve whispers, "I'm sorry. I should have-"
"Shut up," Eddie cuts him off, voice quiet and soft as he can be. "This is, and I cannot stress it enough, a we situation."
The huff of laughter on his skin from Steve feels like the start of something. A new beginning, a start over. A re-do.
A goddamn miracle.
Later, they'll drag themselves apart and up. Make it to the back of Eddie's van in the school parking lot to talk. Going to either's house feel too much, too soon. Their big fight happened at Eddie's home, and Steve's house isn't warm enough for the kind of comfort they want to share.
They'll have a talk. Filled with long pauses, stumbling over words and fears and insecurities because this is the hard part of a relationship. Getting it all out in the open so they can learn if they'll even work. The fear that they aren't going to be compatible anymore looms but doesn't deter. They both want a second chance, to give it a real shot, by the end of that first talk. But taking it slow.
They'll discuss what went wrong the first time (diving in without talking about anything certainly played a big part) and how to avoid that.
But that's later. Right now, Eddie just holds Steve, and Steve holds him back, and it certainly feels like the beginning of something good.
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@i-less-than-three-you @nburkhardt @afewproblems
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dingledraw · 4 months
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A comic based on one of my fav fics: “The Gift” by entanglednow on AO3. Pages 1-5
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astheskycries · 1 year
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Through the Storm
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When Frank’s fears take over, he pushes a bit too far with the woman he loves.
To my dear @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​, I hope you enjoy our Frank boy today. It’s been a while since I’ve written, so I hope you enjoy!
"You're leaving?" He doesn't turn around, still fixing his boat. "Yes." "Because you're going to court." I shake my head, unable to believe it. "Couples are supposed to support each other." "You haven't met them." He stops, turning so he can see me. "I can't let them hurt you."
"Don't worry." I swallow thickly, refusing to cry in front of him. "You already did." I turn and speed walk off the dock, hearing Frank calling for me before cursing. I don't turn around. *** "(Y/N)," Frank breathes, jogging to catch up to me. "Frank," I don't stop, not even looking at him as I head home. "Please," He asks softly, catching my arm, but I shake him off. "I just want to talk." "Talk to someone else," My eyes sting, and I try to speed up, not wanting him to see. "Congratulations on getting Mary back." Frank finally stops, but I feel his eyes boring into me as I practically run home. *** The thunder is so loud, lightning making my lights flicker and leaving me trembling, wrapped in my blanket. Frank used to comfort me, holding me close and keeping me distracted with his beautiful words, but now I'm alone. Lightning and thunder go off at the same time, making me scream in panic, and suddenly my door opens, a soaked Frank staring intensely with concern, the key to my house I gave him in his hand. "What are you doing here?" I whisper shakily, hugging my blanket closer. "I know you hate storms." He locks the door and pads closer. "Are you ok?" I nod, about to get him to leave, but the thunder crashes again, making me flinch and dart right into Frank's waiting arms. "You shouldn't be here," I whisper in his chest. "I'm not leaving you." He says firmly. "I'm not losing you again." "Maybe you missed your chance," I snap, shoving away and glaring at him. "Maybe I'm done with you." He shakes his head, eyes burning as they remain on mine. "You aren't done." "Fuck you!" I hiss, moving to grab my things, but he snags my arms and pushes me against the wall, surprisingly gentle despite the anger in his eyes. "I'm not losing you too." He repeats firmly, and I see the anger break for a split second. There's a man who just regained the daughter he gave up. A terrified man, who just wants to be there for her and who wants me back. It's too easy to fall for it, but... "You left," I whisper, testing his grip. "I made a mistake." "You left!" I snap, shoving at him, and he leans in and kisses me deeply, burning and wanting as I gasp, unable to resist melting against him. He moans, deepening the kiss, and I gasp as his cold fingers slip up the hem of my shirt, teasing my breasts where I didn't wear I bra. I moan, nipples hardening for him, and he moves to nip and lick my neck, warm against the chill from where his clothes froze me. "I can't," I gently push him back, already wanting but terrified. "I can't do this." "I love you." I stare in shock, but I see in his eyes that he means it as he stares back. "I'm so sorry I never said it earlier. I love you and I can't- I can't lose you." I swallow, and then I move, tugging him down and kissing him heatedly as he moans, tugging his shirt off and nibbling his nipple before he pries me back, quickly stripping me of my shirt and falling to his knees as he yanks my pants and panties down in one sweep, instantly lapping me and teasing my clit with his hot tongue. I moan, gripping his hair as he widens my stance a bit, pumping me with his fingers and crooking his fingers on that spot he knows well, making me cry out and tug his hair more as I moan loudly. "Frank!" He quickly brings me to release before scooping me and lying me back, stripping us both before grabbing a condom and lining up, instantly filling me before slamming in, us both needing the release. We moan, quickly cumming together as he rubs my clit, and he stays buried deep inside me as we gasp and cling to each other. He catches his breath, meeting my eyes and whispering, "I love you." He lies down, still in me as he holds himself above me with his arms, and I hum, glad his body isn't cold. He kisses me again, this time savoring it as if I'm something precious, and I run my hands through his hair, scratching the way he likes. He moans as he continues to explore, pulling out so he can kiss every inch of my waiting body, ignoring my heat until he's explored everything- what makes me giggle and twitch, what makes me melt, what makes me moan- and then makes love to my core tenderly. I gasp and cum for him, opening my arms for him, and he climbs up to gently enter me again, taking his time to make love to me for the first time before we both finish. He rolls off and tugs me to his chest, rubbing my back. "I'm so sorry. I never should have left you." I swallow, burying closer. "I love you," I whisper. "I always have. And I'm going to always be here, even if it takes me a bit to get over being hurt." He tilts my chin up, studying me carefully. "Do you need more time?" I see the concern, the worry he pushed me. I smile. "No. I'm exactly where I belong."
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"Hello there, little comet."
Robin wirled around with his sword pointed, standing still just before the skin of the others throat.
"Always so tense." The person teases and Robin tuts, pulling his sword back.
"Still obnoxious as always, Wraith."
The man chuckles lightly, stepping out of the shadows with a wave. "Have you learned any slang now that you live with your father? Fitting in is one of the most important skills for an assassin."
Robin scowls. "I'm not an assassin anymore."
The man is undeniable smiling beneath the mask, green eyes crinkling. It has Damian feeling all soft and squishy, he turns around with a huff, kicking the ridiculousness of those feelings away.
"You have grown."
"I have."
"I'm glad."
Robin averts his eyes as his comm comes to life, crackling in his ear. "Robin, mugging happening around the corner from your position."
He gives his acknowledgement, turning back to the man—
Only for him to be gone.
Damian sighs. "Until then, brother."
He leaps across the buildings, stepping in as the mugging happens.
(Usually, I would put this in the tags, but I'll put it here now for some background!)
Wraith, also formally known as Danyal al Ghul, son of Talia al Ghul and Lady Shiva.
He is younger than his sister, Cass, but older than Damian. During his league days, his loyalty stayed towards Talia, always has until he met Damian as a baby.
He became his guard, much like Cass was supposed for the Demon Head, one of the few teachers Jason had after and went on missions with.
Does he reappear later again? Who knows! He is still with the League, under Talia's command while sticking close to Ra's. A spy if you will.
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