Late Night Talking

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

have u watched spiderman brand new day?! if so… thoughts?

I have not! 😀😀 I physically cannot sit in theatre seats so I haven’t been to the movies in like two years 🥹🥹😭😭 I’m fighting off spoilers with a stick

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

I swear I’m alive, I’m just sick 🥹🥹😭😭😭

[velvetground-6]

explicit 18+ ……. so oh my god imagine there was some magic* doll type dildo that you bought at a random hole in the wall toy shop, label on the packaging claiming it was the most realistic one made to date and the price tag definitely reflected it. you liked the girth, the curve, the entire shape of it so much that the dent in your bank account didn’t seem to matter when you rushed to grab it off the shelf since it looked to be the only one in stock.

the magic* part of it being where everytime you suck it and ride it, clark (and only clark specifically, from miles and miles away) could feel everything you’re doing to it and doesn’t even know what’s happening. doesn’t understand why his dick starts feeling so fucking good out of the blue. first time it happens it’s a mundane Sunday night, the same night you went to the toy shop and bought it. he’s lying on his back in bed reading when he feels a velvety magic invisible tongue-like pull begin slurping on his dick. licking up his balls, gulping him down like every inch was breakfast. and it made him pause, put a bookmark on the page he left on, stare down at his dick still sitting snug in his boxers and getting wetter by the minute.

he holds his breath and pinches his brows when all the sudden the tightest, wettest hole just seemed to start fucking itself silly on his cock like it was the most primal urge that needed to get sated, and only he could provide the fill. he doesn’t know what’s happening, doesn’t know how he can possibly be feeling these things as if someone really was on top of him fucking the shit out of his dick. he gasps when his dick twitches and bobs around like it’s having the most fulfilling fuck of its life, nearly knocking clark the fuck out when he slams his head back barely landing on his pillow and clenching his fists on the bedsheet.

the invisible pussy on top of him just bounces away, switching up angles that seemed to nudge her in her favorite places, angling the dildo so his curve grazes up against her tender spots. his yells echo in his empty bedroom as he cums so hard and so prematurely it began gushing out of him, and while you’re riding away on the dildo that unbeknownst to you was somehow physically tied and connected to clark’s real dick, you start to feel the warm splashes of cum roping out and you look down, out of breath from the most satisfying workout you’ve been able to have in awhile, seeing how it starts dripping out of you. and then you end up wondering if the package of the sex toy you bought even disclosed if it came with fake cum inside……

part one + part two

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could potentially write up a whole freak fic of this if I have the inspo and the time lmfao I have so muchhh I wanna write this filth came to me in a psychic daydream ……. Magic dildo yum

[buckslasagna]

always worried about your partner but never about yourself...

[chihard20]

Okay....this is the first EVER time I've ever put something on tumblr I've written. I have used wattpad before but this is obviously different.

I've written some shorts and I've been encouraged by my lovely friend @spidermans-l-o-v-e-r to post and share them.

So without further ado here is the first one

It's an Eddie x reader fic btw

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Eddie was outside in the front garden, shoveling snow with the giant shovel he had stored I the garage for occasions like this.

He stopped to wipe his brow with the back of his hand that were currently gloved up, protected from the cold. He also had his beanie on and a sweatshirt. It was enough as he kept warm by moving constantly and shoveling the snow. The only sign that is was cold outside was the cold air that was seen as he breathed in and out.

As Eddie stopped to look at the progress and where to keep shoveling next he looked over at the living room window out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head so the window was in full view of him and he smiled. A wide grin spread across his face.

In the window he could see his wife, y/n holding their two year old daughter on her hip.

Once y/n saw Eddie had turned their way and noticed them, she looked down at D/n and told her to wave to her dad who was now looking their way as they were watching him shovel the snow.

D/n smiled when Eddie looked over, his hands now on top of the other resting on the top of the shovel handle. D/n waved with her right hand through the window, smiling wide when Eddie waved back and blew a kiss their way.

"Daddy!" D/n exclaimed. She turned to her mum and looked at her with hopeful eyes "chocolate?"

Y/n knew that was currently one way of telling them that she would like some hot chocolate in this cold weather when she first saw her mum drinking some at the dinner table reading a book and she wanted to try it. Now she was obsessed but obviously couldn't have too much in one day.

Y/n chuckled and nodded waving to Eddie before turning towards the kitchen whilst Eddie went back to shoveling snow. "Let's make daddy some hot chocolate yeah?" Y/n headed towards the kitchen with D/n on her hip but glanced back over her shoulder quickly, Eddie's back now to the window as he continued shoveling. She smirked thinking how lucky she was but also couldn't help but notice how hot he looked, his muscles flexing as he shovelled the snow, and his strength as he did so. Not to mention the way he wiped his brow. It was the simple things.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

don’t wanna be annoying but when go-gos pt 3? 😩

Oh you’re not! I’m working on it lmao I’ll open the doc again today and see where I’m at.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

I’ve got Chapters 16, 17 and 18 done of Strawberries and Cream and then I’m writing a SPECIAL CHAPTER which is also almost done like imma put it out okay and then actually have more written to put out I swear

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

i’m obsessed with the go-go’s, ur writing is insanely good

Bro I’m actually literally gonna cry that’s so nice my writing is shit but it means a lot when people like it 😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣

[buddiesblr]

eight years of buckandeddie (x.)

[eddiediaznetwork]

Ryan Guzman as Eddie Diaz 9x15 | Pick Your Poison

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

The Go-Go’s 2

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word Count: 3K

Notes: I think I’m going to stupidly start another series. Only you know I’m gonna write the full story and then post it.

Buck sits by you at dinner, and you’re both getting looks. Because you’re in between him and Eddie, and the three of you have officially become a trio, and Bobby can’t tell if that’s the best or worst thing that’s ever happened to him. 

The three of you are in your own little world, and you’re occasionally dipping into other conversations, but the drinks are fruity and flowing freely, and Buck is a sucker for a Blue Hawaii cocktail. 

The alcohol slowly creeps up your neck, flushing your face almost as much as your wheeze, laughing is. Buck has his arm over the back of your chair, and you’re fully laid against him, giggling like a mad woman as Eddie tries to finish his story. He snorts and nearly chokes on his mojito, and you and Buck dissolve into laughter again.

He’s so warm and hard against your back, his other arm comes down to wrap around your waist to keep you in your chair, and you reach for Eddie. Your hands smush his cheeks, and you flop his head back and forth.

“Finish the story!!” 

“I’m trying!” 

The restaurant had long since closed, but knowing Brad, it had stayed open as long as they wanted. Eventually, the kids had all been tucked away one by one, leaving the three biggest kids to entertain themselves and, evidently, the rest of the table. 

Bobby finally pushes up from the table and interrupts the story that Eddie was still giggling his way through, and pulls Athena up with him. 

“Hey guys- I think it’s time to turn in. You three need to rein it in.”

“But we’re not ready!” Buck whines, and you give Bobby your biggest puppy dog eyes.

“Please, can we stay here for a little bit longer?” 

The three of you make the exact same freaking face. Wide, wet puppy dog eyes and pouty lips, and Bobby crumbles.

“Really?” Athena raises her eyebrow at him, and he shrugs sheepishly. 

“Hey, why don’t we go for a walk along the beach for a bit? That way, they can close up, and maybe these three will sober up. Hen takes Karen’s hand, and Eddie stumbles up from his seat and pulls you with him. 

“That sounds like a great idea!”

“I bet I can collect more seashells than you.” Buck’s hands are hot and heavy on your waist, his words whispered and slightly slurred in your ear, and you find yourself pressing back into him. 

“Yeah, right,” you scoff, “What does the winner get?” 

His lips ghost against your ear—maybe a kiss, maybe he just stumbled forward. His voice drops, almost growling in your ear. 

“Whatever she wants.” 

He swipes a couple of empty bread baskets from the table and leaves you swaying there, your eyes wide and a shiver going down your spine. 

“He hit you with the voice thing, didn’t he? You know he practices that?” 

You flinch, and Eddie is standing right beside you, you know, where he always was, and completely and totally just saw that entire thing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrug and push past him, and he barks out a laugh. 

“Sureeee you don’t.” 

Eddie takes your hand and leads you outside to where everyone is. Buck hands you one of the baskets, and you blush and take it, not even looking at him. Buck gives Eddie a wink over your head, and he chuckles and shakes his head. 

“You ready?” He nudges you, and you nudge him back.

“Yeah! What are the rules?” 

“It’s shell picking, why do you need rules?” Hen rolls her eyes. 

“Because what if she’s a cheater?” 

“Didn’t you literally shove me backward earlier when-“ 

He shoves your face away, and you bat at his arm.

“That’s not important. Anyway, no stealing from each other’s baskets and no fighting over a shell. If we get to the shell at the same time, we leave it with Eddie.”

“Is it because you’d both run back and try to take it?” Eddie’s using his foot to draw a line in the sand.

“Yes.”

“I would definitely do that.” 

“And that’s why they have rules.” Karen stands next to the starting line. You and Buck step up. He shakes his limbs, hopping from foot to foot. You put the basket over your head as a hat.

“Should we really be so close to the water when they’re drunk…” Maddie mumbles.

“Alright, you two, play fair or else I’m taking the baskets away. You ready?” Bobby stands between you two. 

“Ready!!” You give two thumbs up, and Buck wiggles his hips.

“Ready!” 

“Alright. Three, two, one…. Go!” 

Buck takes off screaming and running with his arms flailing like a freaking weirdo… and you step over the line and pick up a pretty pink shell in front of you. 

“One!” 

“Fuck off!” 

Everyone watches you two running down the beach and collecting shells. You hadn’t really decided on a time limit, so Bobby imposes one, and you and Buck run ahead.

“Wow, you’re really good at this, actually.” Buck peeks into your basket, and you hold it to your chest.

“You gonna try and steal some?” 

“Nah, there’s other things to steal.” He picks up another shell, admiring the pretty bluish purple hue, which reminds him of a game he likes to play with Chris. 

“Like what? Mr. Kleptomaniac.” 

“Like this,” he leans down and places a chaste kiss on your lips, then drops the shell into your basket and walks away to go find more. 

Buck is worried he’s gonna get caught by Bobby at some point. But every time he sneaks up to you and you hear the little rattle of your shells when he drops one in, the look on your face alone is worth the seventy eleven years of dish duty. 

The one time you sheepishly hold out your basket to him, he literally goes weak in the knees and drops four of his shells in. He cups your cheek in one hand and kisses you longer this time, and your lips move perfectly in sync with his, and he can feel his knees shaking under him again. 

You quickly pull away, a deep blush gracing your cheeks, and practically run away from him to go find more. Eddie finds him sitting on his knees with a happy, little dazed look on his face. 

You win by a freaking landslide. Okay, maybe not that much, but Buck was more than willing to drop a couple more shells in your basket if it meant that you’d accepted his little advances.

It was never more than a quick peck, but he knows how to leave a girl wanting more, and inside he’s begging you want more. 

Especially after that one kiss that definitely cost him the competition. But before the main count, you put a small handful back into his basket, and he had to drag his soul kicking and screaming away from you before Bobby caught him fawning all over you. 

He wishes he could watch you from on his back, he knows Eddie’s a real one though and has definitely taken pictures. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck with your legs locked around his waist as he gives you a piggyback ride back up to your shared room. 

Bobby took both baskets of shells for safekeeping, and Buck headed into the elevator. He leans back against you and pushes you into the wall, and you sleepily giggle into his neck.

“Can’t wait for the aquarium tomorrow,” You mumble into his shirt as he walks down the long hallway and smiles.

“Me either. I’m really excited for the dolphin show and to see some sharks.”

“You do seem like a shark-type guy.” 

“Does that make me Shark-boy?” 

He stops in front of the room, and you pull the chain of your bag that’s around his neck and grab your room key from it. He squats down, and you swipe it and push the door open. 

“Yeah, okay, sure, I’ll be Lava-girl.”

He walks back to the bedroom, not even bothering to stop at the bathroom because you’re both about to fall over from exhaustion.

“Good, I had a huge crush on her.” He turns around and dumps you on the bed, and you immediately crawl under the covers, dress and all. 

“Hey, you uh- you can have the window side if you want.” 

Buck has enough of a sound mind to take off his board shorts and button up. It was a weird mix, but he looked cute, okay. That was all that mattered. He and Eddie took bathroom mirror pics. 

You look up at him from under your blanket fortress, and for a minute, he’s completely sober.

“You carried me all the way up here; you can take it first.” 

You’re so pretty with your hair fanned out over the pillows, your cheeks flushed from the night air and alcohol streaming through your system. You’re also the biggest raccoon ever, and your makeup is a bit streaked from the seawater from when you fell into the sand, and the waves managed to hit you.

And you’re the most beautiful human being he’s ever met in his entire life. 

“It was nothing.” 

Because it was nothing, because he’d have carried you up every single floor if it meant keeping you that close to him, feeling your soft breaths and giggles as you tried to keep yourself awake.

Wow, he was easy, he was so easy. All it took was a pretty smile and an even prettier heart, and homeboy was whipped. 

“I still appreciate it.”

You curl up on the not window side, and he gets in on the window side because you’re probably too tired to switch sides anyway, and settles in. It’s quiet for a while before he notices that you’re tossing and turning a lot. It doesn’t really bother him in that way; he’s slept with wild sleepers before, but it bothers him in a “what’s wrong?” Kind of way. Is it something he can fix? 

“Are you okay?” 

He asks it quietly in case you’re asleep, and you sigh and turn away from him.

“Can you unzip my dress? The boning is stabbing me in the ribs. This dress is cute, but it is not comfy to sleep in.” 

He doesn’t really think anything of it, just scoots closer and pulls the zipper down, and then helps you drunkenly wriggle out of it and toss it to the floor. 

“That’s so much better.” You inhale slowly and sink back into the mattress, and it’s back to sleepy time. 

He’s just dozing off when he feels you worming your way closer. His eyes blink open slowly, not quite all the way, and you’re closer to him, seeking him out. He reaches out blindly and catches your shoulder. 

Buck had left Mr. Wiggles at home; he would have died if anything had happened to his stuffed panda. But now he’s kinda regretting it because he’s not sleeping easily without him there to watch over him.

You finally make it over to him, and he pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you and resting his chin on your head. 

Mrs. Wiggles will do. 

Maybe if he’d been less drunk, he’d have noticed just what he’d done, and he wouldn’t have curled up as closely as he did.

He really should have brought Mr. Wiggles. 

He opens his eyes slowly, the sun is already shining through the thin slit in the curtains, and he feels like he got run over by a truck. He whines and goes to roll over, but rolls right into you.

Oh. Right. 

He doesn’t want to wake you, so he freezes in his spot, breathing as slowly as he possibly can without passing out. 

He looks down at you, his lil baby raccoon. Over the night, you’d both shifted around, and you had your back pressed into his chest. He gingerly lays his arm back over you, and you snuggle into him and let out a soft little sigh. 

He pulls his other fist up and bites down on it. You were just so freaking cute. He inhales through his teeth and tries not to disturb you… and it’s going well, until he realizes he’s accidentally feeling some type of way about the way your ass fits the curves of his body perfectly, and if he just lifted your leg, he could slide right in. 

Suddenly, the fact that you’re wearing incredibly little rears its very attractive head, and his hips rut the tiniest little bit into you. 

“Fuck no no that’s- no-“ He hisses quietly and starts panicking and trying to figure out how to get away from you without you waking up and once again seeing the giant morning wood he’s trying to hide.

“You know I’m awake now, right?” 

Your voice breaks his panicked silence, and he blinks.

“You’re what?” 

“I’m awake,” you repeat and practically throw your ass back into him while getting comfy again. You don’t mention feeling him rock hard against you, and he can’t tell if he’s thanking the gods or cursing them just a teeny bit. 

“Just a little while longer? I think my head is going to fall off.” 

“Y-yeah, we uh- we can stay like this… if you’re cool with cuddling. Or you know, I can give you your space, that’s cool too! Whatever uh- whatever makes you-“ 

You put his arm back over your waist and brush up against him again. This time, in a way that he knows you’re doing it on purpose. He bites back the moan that threatens to spill from his lips and instead pushes his hips into yours and grinds down in response. 

“I’m fine with cuddling.” 

And then you just fall back asleep, leaving him with the biggest freaking case of blue balls he’s ever had in his entire life. 

He’s not sure when he fell back to sleep, but when he wakes up again, you’re not there anymore. He doesn’t know how to freaking feel about that, and he’s about to get out of bed and whine to Eddie about it when you come back into the bedroom from the bathroom holding a damp cloth.

“Oh! Y-you’re awake!” 

“Yeah… is everything okay?” He takes in the crimson blush, the way you’re totally avoiding looking at him. 

“Ummm, I mean- for me… y-yeah.” Your sentence tapers off at the end, and he sits up.

“Did something happen??” 

He goes to throw the blanket off and get out of bed, already in serious firefighter mode, and you throw your hands out. 

“W-wait no!!” 

He tosses the blanket off and goes to step out of bed when he feels it, he’s not sure how he didn’t feel it before… but oh god. He didn’t. 

You shuffle over to him and hold the towel out.

“I-I thought I could um- clean you up before you woke up.” 

He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had an accident like that. Probably when he slept over at his friend Johnny’s house as a teenager, and Johnny’s dad sat him down and had an incredibly embarrassing talk about being a man and things that could happen, and that it was completely natural and okay. 

Looking back on it, he thought that was the most humiliating moment of his entire life. He also still kept in touch with him; he was more of a dad than his ever was. 

But this? Ohhhh, this took the cake. 

“How many stories up are we?” He looks out the window, and you shrug.

“Probably six or seven… You want me to delete your internet history?” 

“Nah, Eddie’s got that. But I would appreciate you destroying my Kindle.” 

“I got you, buddy.” 

“Thanks!” He gets out of bed and starts wiping his torso, and hears you snort behind him.

“D-don’t be embarrassed, please, it’s-“

“If you say it’s natural, I’m legitimately going to walk off that balcony.” 

You slap a hand over your mouth, laughing into it as he pulls his boxers down just enough to clean up.

“I wasn’t gonna say that!” 

He can hear your voice is closer, and it sends a shiver down his spine, despite the utter humiliation.

“Uh-huh, what were you gonna say?” His breath catches in his throat when your hands suddenly come around his torso and take the warm cloth from him. 

“I was going to say-“ you whisper, your hot breath against his skin causes him to break out in goosebumps.

“I thought it was hot waking up with your cum on my thigh.” 

His brain short-circuits so hard he can’t even cringe at the little whimpering noise he makes. 

“Are we best friends now? It feels like we’re best friends.” he’s melting into a puddle too fast for his liking. Time to deflect! 

“Sounds like we’re best friends.”

“Cool, now all I need is for you to call me Daddy, and we’ll really be cooking!” 

You giggle into his back, wrapping your arms tighter around his torso, and he takes the towel from you, wiping himself clean. 

“I don’t hear youuu,” He says in a sing-song voice, and you laugh.

“Buck! That’s weird!” 

“Are you calling my kinks weird? Are you-“ he gasps, “Are you kink shaming me?! In 2026?!” 

You shove his back away, and he stumbles forward laughing. He spins around and grabs your hand, yanking you against his chest.

“You’re my favorite… besides Eddie.” 

“Mhm, I know.” You smile up at him with your chin on his chest, and he giggles shyly.

“Don’t look at me like that,” He whines, and you bite your lip seductively.

“Why not, Daddy?” 

He looks down at you, blinking slowly, and gently pushes you away from him. 

You rush to awkwardly apologize, an extreme wave of embarrassment nearly knocking you over when he places his hands in front of him, and it does very little to hide the rock-hard cock in his boxers. 

“I’m just- I’m gonna- I have to pee!” He spins on his heel, practically running away from you, and you shake your head, giggling. 

“You have fun with that!” 

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

✨Strawberries and Cream✨

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word Count: 4.7k

Notes: SEE! I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE OUT THIS MONTH.

P.S: Haha I’m doing this on my iPad my nails sound so cunty on this imma be so real. Anyway, this done made me CRY okay this was SAD.

P.P.S: Hmmmmmmm I stopped re-reading after a second.

Episode 15: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Buck looks through his binoculars, adjusting the leaf-covered hard hat on his head. 

He might look ridiculous, but worry is written all over his face.

Tommy and Eddie are behind him, going through the bag they’d brought with them. 

“Alright, she’s in the water…. He’s got his grimy little hands on her hips.” He growls, “Oh, I’m gonna drown his ass, hardcore.” 

“I’m actually not mad at that one?” Eddie takes a bite from his apple, and Tommy hands Buck a juice pack 

“She can’t swim, babe,” Tommy says, and Buck takes a sip, sitting up on his legs. 

“Oh… yeah, okay, I won’t drown him for that one, but if he makes a move, I’m gonna drown him!!”

“We know Buck, we know.” 

Three days ago, they’d found the second tracker you placed and the picture you hid it with 

“That’s the cabin!” Joel exclaims, and for the first time in a week, Eddie feels hope. He’s got the military know-how, and Tommy has… the muscle, so they go to stake it out. Eddie packs all the essentials, while Buck packs the not-so-essentials, but no one complains when he passes out ice-cold beers. 

“Does she look safe?” Eddie asks as he bites into the turkey sandwich Maddie made for them, but he sets it back down, which Tommy notes. 

“Yeah… she looks really well taken care of, Eddie… I don’t think he’s hurting her.” 

“I don’t think he ever would,” Tommy says, drinking from his water bottle. “You know, Joel said how much Aurora meant to him.” 

Eddie stares at the picture of Nero and Aurora. You truly are the spitting image of her. It’s so weird to look at and kinda creeps him out. He stuffs the photo back in his pocket and reaches for the binoculars. Buck hands them over, plopping on the soft grass next to Tommy, and takes a bite of his sandwich. 

“She’s gonna kill Joel when she sees him again,” Eddie mumbles as he looks through the binoculars. He watches you scream and laugh as you run from Nero through the water, and he catches your waist, throwing you in. 

Eddie did that with you. He was way hotter when he did it too… 

Okay, maybe they were equal. If Nero hadn’t been crazy as shit, he’d be hot as hell, and he knew you’d both be thirsting over him together. 

For one split second, you stare straight into his eyes, and he feels you, he feels you wrapped up in his arms, he feels you safe and sound in his bed, and he feels himself buried so deep inside you he knows he’ll never pull out again. 

He watches as Nero picks you up again and kisses you, and he squeezes the binoculars so hard he hears a small crack. 

“Uh, what was that??” Buck asks 

“He fucking kissed her,” Eddie seethes, and Tommy takes the binoculars from him. 

“And that’s why Buck and I are the lookouts.” 

“I’m perfectly capable of being a lookout.” Eddie rolls his eyes, but lets Tommy take them anyway, and sits down in the grass, lying out and crossing his ankles. 

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” Buck gestures with his sandwich, and Eddie shrugs from the grass, closing his eyes to keep from staring into the sun, and a pair of sunglasses lands on his stomach 

“Don’t you think you should?” Tommy asks as Eddie studies the sunglasses.

“I’m fine.” 

“Come to think of it,” Buck looks over at him, pushing his sunglasses onto his head, and Eddie has to keep from rolling his eyes at the deeply worried look on his face. 

That… that sounded mean, it felt mean. But he felt mean. He felt useless and helpless and lost, and he missed you. He needed you. He’d just gotten around to accepting the love it turned out he deserved, and now it was gone.

“Eddie, when was the last time you ate, man?” 

So he’d been… skipping a meal or two. It wasn’t like it was on purpose? Maybe, maybe not. The truth was, every time he tried to sit down and eat, his mind spun out with all the ugly possibilities—what if you were out there hungry, scared, tied up in a basement somewhere? How could he do something as simple as nourish himself when you might be desperate and aching for help? Every bite felt like a betrayal, like if he took care of himself, he was turning his back on you. Eddie didn’t just feel worried—he felt responsible somehow, as if your suffering was his fault, as if he’d failed you already. That guilt gnawed at him, relentless and sharp, making his muscles twitch with restless energy.

“It’s- um-“ 

“Eddie!” Buck sounds upset, and he’s got every right to be, and Eddie knows it, and suddenly he gets slapped in the chest with the sandwich, and he sits back up. Both Buck and Tommy have their arms crossed, and he crumbles, letting a few tears fall as he eats his stupid freaking sandwich…which admittedly is actually pretty good, but whatever. Whatever.

This is stupid. 

“We’re supposed to be taking care of you, and you’re not making this easy, you know.” Tommy scolds him, “You were- you were doing so good.”

“But we do know, healing isn’t linear,” Buck chimes in, crouching down, his knees crack, and Eddie snorts. Buck shoves him over and sits next to him, putting his arms around him as he lies over him and wipes at his tears. 

“I love you, man, please, take care of yourself… Y/N would never forgive us if we stopped living. We’re gonna get her, Eddie, I promise. Now say it back, or I’ll punch you in the dick.” 

“I love you, Buck.” He shakes his head with the ghost of a smile gracing his lips and nods over at Tommy.

“Love you too, man.” 

Buck shouldn’t have gone into town, but he didn’t have a choice. The spare batteries for the flashlight had been dead, and they needed the flashlights since they couldn’t start a fire at night. 

“Is that all?” The girl at the counter smiles so sweetly at him, and he blushes 

“Yup! That’s-“

The bell above the door rings, and Buck looks back for a second before doing a double take. Nero has his arms around you, and you’re giggling as you both walk in. He jumps over the counter, and the girl shrieks. 

“Shhh!!! Sh sh!! I’m undercover! I’m with the LAFD.” Buck shushes her quickly, and she covers her mouth 

“Is everything okay?” Nero asks from the doorway, and she gives him an awkward thumbs-up 

“Uh...yeah!!! Yeah, no, I just thought I saw a mouse, sorry!! Go on!”

“Alright… if you need anything, I can help you,” Nero offers as he pulls you off towards the freezers to grab drinks. 

Buck peeks over the counter, then sits back down. He reaches into his pockets frantically and pulls out a grape airhead and hands it up to the girl.

“When they come up here, you give her this. You insist she takes it, okay?? Please, this is important,” He hisses, and she nods quickly, taking it from him. 

It takes a few minutes, but you and Nero finally come up to the counter with a six-pack of beer and a few other things. He sets them on the counter, making small talk with her, and Buck makes himself as small as possible. 

“Oh! Um, here!” The cashier bites her lip, “T-this is for you.” She giggles, and you blush 

“Oh! Um? Thanks? I-…” you stare at it, blinking slowly before you look up at her. 

She winks at you, “Just somethin' sweet for someone as pretty as you are.” 

You take the airhead and stuff it in your pocket. Nero is now glaring at the girl.

“Come on, Ari, let’s go.” He holds his hand out, and you take it. 

“Bye, sweet thing,” She winks again, and you stare at her like she’s got six heads. 

“B-bye…” 

She’s silent for a few minutes, watching out the window, she gives you a seductive little wave, and then turns to Buck. 

“Okay, they’re gone.” 

“You’re sure??” 

“Absolutely” 

He stands up and brushes off his pants. He hugs the girl tightly before writing his name and number on a piece of paper. 

“If you see those two any other time, you tell me. It doesn’t matter if it’s day or night alright? You tell me right away. What did he buy??” 

She grabs the receipt from the till and hands it to him. “Just some beer, some birthday candles, and a pack of cigarettes. Nothing really interesting.” 

Buck takes the paper anyway and thanks her one last time before heading out to the car and driving off to their campsite. 

Eddie and Tommy are looking at a map when Buck comes speeding up. He gets out and runs over to them, nearly crashing into the table. 

“I saw them!!! I saw them.”

“Where?! Did they see you?!” Eddie holds onto his shoulders, and he gasps for air 

“No!! No, I hid behind the counter. But Eddie, Eddie, I made contact, she knows we’re here.” 

“You did what?!” 

“I gave her a grape airhead!! I made the girl give her a grape airhead.” 

“Those are literally so gross,” Tommy says, and Buck points at him. 

“Yeah!! She hates those!! I don’t. I’m, and I quote, “The only person she knows who eats them,” so I gave her that!!!”

“That was slightly genius, but what if Nero knows that about you?” 

“Oh, trust me, no one knows that about me! That’s totally obscure!! And I always eat the whole box of them!! So you wouldn’t know it was my favorite unless you were Y/N!! Or Maddie!!!” 

“Or me,” Eddie says, and Buck stomps his feet excitedly, “Exactly!!” 

“So she knows we’re here for her? What if she tries to make contact back? What if she gets caught!?” Eddie asks 

“She’s not gonna try anything, Eddie,” Tommy reassures him. “She knows we’re here and she trusts us to take care of her.” 

Buck calls Athena to coordinate with her, and Eddie sits in his lawn chair, running his hands through his hair. 

“This is bullshit. I’m sitting at a campsite, making s’mores while my girlfriend has been kidnapped by a psychopath and is three miles away.” 

Tommy takes the marshmallow from Eddie’s stick and traps it between his graham crackers.

“I think we all know she would be doing this exact same thing if she were here and you were in there.” 

“Nah, she can’t eat chocolate. I think she’d be force-feeding us marshmallows because she likes to cook them, though.” Buck shakes his hand trying to throw the burning marshmallow off.

“Why are you two so calm about this?!” Eddie gets up and flings his chair backward, and Tommy sighs, grabbing his shoulder. He’s definitely starting to understandably lose his cool. 

“We’re not Eddie. But we can’t freak out, we- we have to stay calm and wait for the plan and-“ 

“Let’s just go in guns blazing!!!” Buck cheers, and Eddie rolls his eyes and smiles a little 

“Yeah…okay, maybe you have a point, Tommy.” 

“You have to trust us to work together to get her out. You can’t go in alone, you need a team… and I think that’s something you know.” He points to Eddie’s heart, reminding him of his army squad, and he sighs, shoulders slumping, and lets his head fall on Tommy’s shoulder.

“Okay” 

You sit in the front seat of Nero’s car, rolling the airhead back and forth in your hands. 

“I can’t believe she had the fucking nerve to flirt with you in front of me.” He rips it from your hands and throws it in the backseat, and you stare at your hands. 

Only Buck eats those. 

Like religiously. 

Did they finally find you???

“Ari?? Aurora, honey??” Nero slides his hand down your bare thigh and grips it softly. He’d dressed you again today, this time in tiny denim shorts and a red gingham top with spaghetti straps, and a red bandanna in your hair. 

Another Aurora special 

“Hm?” You look at him, and he looks at you for a second, before turning his attention back toward the road 

“You okay, baby? She didn’t upset you, did she? Because if she did.”

You can hear the threat in his voice, and you know he means it; he can make her disappear. You put your head on his shoulder and hold his hand in yours. 

“No, babe, of course she didn’t, I was just surprised, that's all. Made me feel pretty… confident, you know?” 

You’d gotten better at that, slipping into pleasing him. You just hoped it was working. He’d also slipped into mostly calling you Aurora, or Ari. He didn’t bother with your name anymore.

Good. He was getting comfortable. 

And comfortable meant mistakes. 

“Do I not make you feel pretty enough?” He scoffs a little, and you look at him 

“Hey,” you whack his chest, and he looks at you. 

“Of course, you make me feel pretty! You make me feel beautiful… It’s just nice to hear it from a stranger occasionally. Don’t you feel good when a girl thinks you’re attractive?” 

“All I need is you, baby,” he smirks, and you grin. 

“Good answer” 

You arrive back at the cabin, and Nero grabs the bag from the backseat before opening your door for you and taking your hand. 

“My love,” He winks, and you laugh, taking his hand and getting out. He pulls you into him, kissing you softly, and you look at him. He stares into your eyes and sighs softly. 

“I missed you.” 

“I’m right here,” You say quietly, looking up at him through your lashes. “I’ll always be right here.” 

He smiles lazily at you and rubs your arms. He lifts your palm, trailing little kisses down your arm before slowly wrapping them around his neck.

“I have a surprise for you,” He whispers, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into him. 

“And what would that be?” You clasp your fingers behind his neck, and he pecks your lips again, making you giggle. 

“We’re leaving. At the end of the week. I chartered a plane and everything… we’re going to the Virgin Islands, just like you always wanted. And then from there wherever else you wanna go… I know you have a soft spot for Japan… or maybe even Korea.” 

As if shit wasn’t already serious. You try your hardest to act as excitedly as possible. It kind of helps the fact that your anxiety is now through the freaking roof. You kiss him breathless and do a little spin in his arms and squeal.

“This is gonna be awesome!!!” 

It was. Okay, like not gonna lie, it was if things… didn’t go well and you weren’t saved first. But you know?? Hey! Vacation! Wooo…

It’s difficult, dancing around in the kitchen with Nero as he makes dinner. It started out perfectly fine, you were even enjoying yourself for a minute there, he took your hand, making you do a little spin and come back into his arms. 

And then the song changed. 

“God, she loved this song,” He laughs as “My Boo” plays through the Bluetooth speaker. He wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck as he dances with you. 

Eddie did that, on one of the best nights of your life. You let him hold you as you danced together, but it’s not Eddie, it’s not the same, this isn’t okay, you can’t-

“You’re crying,” He says quietly in your ear, and you break from your thoughts.

“Hm?” You wipe at your eyes quickly. “Oh, I just got a little overwhelmed, that’s all.”

“You miss him.” 

“Miss who?” You turn to look at him, and he glares right through you, and you sigh, pulling away from him. He grabs your wrist and pulls you back into him, holding your face in his hands. 

“I love you. I love you more than he ever will do you understand me, Ari?” 

You nod as the tears keep falling. Eddie is so close. You know he is. But he’s so far away, and you just want him.

“I know, Nero.” 

“Just let me take care of you, let me love you,” he whispers against your ear, pulling you close to his chest. He holds you while you cry, rubbing his hand down your back and kissing your head softly.

“You’ll love me one day, I know you will… You wanna know the best part of all of this?”

He pulls away a little and cups your face again. He wipes at your tears gently and looks into your eyes.

“What?” You mutter, and he kisses you softly, sliding his hands down your hips.

“I get to fall in love with you all over again and maybe, one day? You’ll love me too.” 

You look up at him, really looking, and for the first time, he has a light in his eyes. For the first time, you truly can’t bring yourself to hurt him because this man has suffered enough, so you give him something. 

“Maybe one day I will” 

You go back to enjoying yourself with him, because you’d been so focused on survival, you never realized the toll it was taking on you. 

How hard was it for you not to have Eddie around? 

You absolutely smoke his ass at Uno and Clue and Old Maid after dinner, and he’s pouting by the time you get around to CandyLand.

“You’re so bad at games.” You giggle from your spot on the floor, and he rolls his eyes and picks up a card.

“Maybe I’m just letting you win.” 

You watch him move his piece around yours, and he winks. 

“You wouldn’t do that!” You pick up your card, and he watches you closely, gasping when you dramatically kick his piece over with your own and go past it. 

“I know how much winning makes you happy.” He leans back on his elbows, crosses one leg over the other, and you glare at him.

“Are you actually letting me win?” 

“You tell me, baby.” 

“No, you tell me!” You push CandyLand aside, grab Uno again, and start passing out the cards. He tips his head back, laughing, and sits up. 

“Just remember how much I love you.” 

Half an hour later? Nero was absolutely letting you win. 

You’ve lost four Uno games in a row, and he’s giggling as he beats you at the fifth. You throw your cards down when he hits you two, his last draw four, and flop back on the floor. 

“I hate you.”

“Awwww, Ari, are you pouting?” 

He moves over to sit by you and lies down with you, your side pressed into his body.

“I’m not pouting,” you cross your arms over your chest.” 

“Really? Because it looks like you’re pouting,” He slides his hand under your shirt, his warm hand resting on your bare hip, and you flutter your lashes, looking at him.

“Are you ready for this?” 

His voice drops an octave, and you gulp. Because Nero was a patient man, but you knew it was running thin, and if you truly were identical to Ari? You would have definitely slept together a million times over by now. 

Eddie was a testament to that. 

“Tomorrow,” You put your hand over his, guiding it higher just to brush at the soft roundness of your breasts and give him something on purpose. He groans into your neck, and your breath hitches.

“You promise me?” 

“I promise” 

Tomorrow was the day you decided to escape, dead or alive; you were getting out of there. 

“Y/N?” 

Your eyes flutter open, and you let out a sharp breath. 

You’d been dreaming about him again. He held your hands in his, promising he’d come get you, that he was coming for you, and suddenly, he was being pulled away from you, the rings of Saturn dragging him further and further from you, and no matter how hard you ran, it’s like you were turning the rings yourself. 

“What the fuck was that?” 

You’re shocked back into reality by Nero, who’s sitting up now, the covers falling away from his torso.

God, why were the psychos always so hot? 

“What’s wrong??” You sit up with him, rubbing at your eyes, and he reaches down and slips his pants on.

“I don’t like this.”

“Nero??”

“Y/N?” 

You hear it again, and your entire body freezes. You shoot out of bed, scrambling for your shoes and running to the window. 

“O-oh, my god.”

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. No!” 

There’s a mini army outside the cabin, and Eddie is standing right in the middle with a bullhorn and calling your name.

He’s here. 

He’s here. 

“Hey, I’m here too! It’s me! Your cousin! Buck!!” 

“I hate that guy,” Nero mutters under his breath, and you let out a crazed laugh. 

“H-he’s here.” 

Nero looks over at you, blinking slowly, and you look at him. He looks livid, and that almost doesn’t even do it justice. 

No, maybe it doesn’t. He looks murderous. 

“N-Nero?” 

“Do you want to go with him, Aurora?” He’s stalking toward you now, and you start to back up. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Is that who you want now? Am I not enough for you anymore? Does that ring mean nothing to you?” 

He lunges for you, and you shriek and dodge him. Spinning on your heel, you run from the room, heading straight for the front door.

“Get back here, Aurora!” He roars behind you, and you hear the heavy footsteps of him running. He’s on you faster than you ever expected, tackling you to the ground and skinning your knees.

“Nero!” The wind is knocked out of you, but you twist and turn in his arms, still fighting to get away.

“Did you forget I lettered in track?” 

Wow, that was actually really impressive. 

“Let me go!”

“You want to see them?? You want to go to them?? Fine! Fine, let’s go.”

He gets off the floor, gripping your hair in his hand, and drags you kicking and screaming outside. 

His heart sinks when he sees just how many people are there for you. How many people aren’t going to let you two run away together? 

“As cliché as this is, you’re surrounded,” Buck shouts from the barrier, and Eddie rolls his eyes as hard as Edward Cullen did in that one scene. 

“Thanks, dipshit! I can see that!” Nero grips your hair tighter, and you hiss in pain.

“You know I don’t even know you! Why are you so mean to me?!”

“Is this seriously the time for this?!” Eddie whips his head back, and Buck shrugs.

“The guys surrounded, what if I never get to ask?” 

“Because it brings me great joy,” Nero deadpans, and Buck gasps, slapping his hand over his mouth.

“Hey!!” 

“Can we get back to the fucking hostage situation?!” You struggle in his grip and try to rip away, hair be dammed but he’s got you. 

“Oh, right.” 

“Nero just let her go, and we can talk about this.” Athena watches you struggling, giving you a look, and you weaken, sitting still again. 

“Talk?! There’s nothing to fucking talk about. I know what I’ve done! I know there’s no coming back from it.” 

“It was just kidnapping, it’ll be okay, we can talk about it,” you whisper, tears sliding down your cheeks, and his grip lessens; he doesn’t want to hurt you. 

He sighs and lets go of your hair, gripping your shirt instead and helping you off the ground. 

“I’m not letting you go; I thought I made that very clear.” 

“If you let me go, we can negotiate something we can-“

“Do you not understand the words coming from my fucking mouth?! Aurora. I lost you. You were my soul, you were my light. I have nothing if I don’t have you. I will never give you back.” 

Eddie pushes past the man holding him back, and Buck tries to grab his shirt. He’s had enough of this shit.

“Eddie!” Athena yells at him, but he ignores her. He walks straight toward you two, because two can play at this game. Nero won’t give you back? Fine. He won’t stop trying to get you back. 

“I’m tired of these games, Nero. Y/N is not Aurora. She never was, and I’m done letting you ruin my life just because yours isn’t what it used to be. Give me my life back.” 

“You take her from me, and I’ll kill her.” Nero yanks you into his arms and flicks out a knife. The schink! Echoes around the trees, and he holds it up to your neck. 

“You wouldn’t do that, you wouldn’t watch her die in your arms again.” Eddie’s voice wavers as he stares at you; he can feel his heart in his chest, and he knows it’s you there as he blinks the tears away. 

Nero stays silent for a moment, looking at his reflection in the shiny steel. He doesn’t even know who that man is anymore. He sees your reflection staring at Eddie, tears streaming down your face as you whimper quietly, and he knows how this is going to end. 

“You know… you’re right, you’re right about that.” Nero chokes, because no, he can’t watch you die again. He puts the knife away, and the tension releases from your body… until you feel a cold metal circle pressed against your temple. 

“There are enough bullets in here for both of us. You’re right, Eddie. I can’t watch my angel die again, but I can go with her this time. I can go with her, and we can be happy.” 

“Are you insane?!” Buck shouts, and Nero gestures to him with the gun 

“Clearly!” He yells back, placing it back against your temple, and Eddie can feel his entire world crashing in on itself. 

“Please! Please don’t take her from me. You had her, Nero, you had your fucking time with her, now give her back!” 

“Why! Why did my time get to be so short, and you have forever with her!” 

“No one has forever! She could die tomorrow! Fuck, I could die tomorrow! I’m a firefighter! But having her purposely taken from me? That’s the cruelest thing that could ever happen.”

“What happened was an accident,” Joel says, and he’s got tears streaming down his face. 

“I miss my daughter every single day of my life.” 

“Joel, what the fuck!” Buck yells as he watches him walk toward the two of you slowly, his hands in the air. 

“I can’t do this again. I can’t bury my little girl again. Let us go… just let us go.” 

“Why is it so easy to get past you guys??” Buck shoves Celina’s shoulder.

Nero turns his back on everyone, because this ends now. You look at him as he stands in front of you, cupping your face. Tears fall onto your cheeks as he bends over and kisses them away.

“I lost you once, Aurora. I won’t lose you again.” 

You’re not even sure when you hit the ground, but the shots that go off ring in your ears. You feel dizzy as you claw at the rocks in front of you to try and pull yourself away, but you’re stuck; you feel like molasses as the body falls next to you. 

You roll onto your back and turn your head, coming face-to-face with Nero.

“B-baby?” He coughs, and blood trickles from his mouth. You stare into his eyes as his hand comes up, falling onto your face. It’s warm and wet, and you know what it is. 

“I’ll see you soon,” You whisper, putting your hand weakly over his. He reaches around, pulling your head closer, and you let him as he rests his forehead against yours. You can hear screaming all around you, and you can just see Joel out of the corner of your eye, trying to stop the bleeding. 

But you know.

And he knows.

“I love you, Aurora Pike.” 

“I love you too, Nero.”

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Christine, 1983

Buddie x hybrid!reader

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Notes: And so ends Kinktober 🥹🥹 I hope you all enjoyed it and you know found some new favorites idk I don’t know you maybe you hated the entire thing. Either way, happy Halloween!!! 😭😭😭 my favorite holiday

P.S I’ve already started on kinkmas thank god…. Though you know lord knows I ain’t gon finish on time it’s fine it’s whatever it’ll be Christmassy probably.

Buck walks into the house and drops his stuff at the door, dragging his feet over to the fridge for a beer and whatever he can eat before passing out. 

It wasn’t late in the day but it felt late. Today was rough, it was call after call after freaking call and he knows in his heart he’s gonna beat Ravi over the head the next time he sees him because he definitely said the Q word. 

He swings open the fridge door ready to eat a sandwich when he sees a pink Tupperware bowl and a little note with a heart on it. 

He smiles with the sticky note stuck to his finger and pops the bowl in the microwave. It’s written in your pretty little loopy handwriting, it says you hope he had an okay day and you made him dinner in case he was too tired to pick anything up after. 

He cracks open his beer, knocking it back while wondering where you are anyway. He knew you were somewhere in the house, unless Maddie had come to take you out, you only left the house if it was with him or Eddie. He’d only just started allowing you to go with Maddie… but only if you’d told him exactly where you were going.

He pulls up the tracker app on his phone and looks for your little ping… You were apparently in the house. But god you didn’t usually fall asleep until sometime after one or two in the morning so what gave? 

He takes his bowl from the microwave with a pot holder and wanders over to the couch, plopping down and grabbing the remote to watch his Great British Bake Off. 

He’s scrolling through Netflix when he feels two little paws on his pant leg. 

“What the fuck?” He looks down and there’s an adorable little brown bunny at his feet. He stares blankly for a second before setting his bowl down on the coffee table and pausing his show.

“Uhh hey there little guy! Where did you come from?” He slowly reaches his hand down, gently petting its little head and it hunkers down for him to continue petting.

“Wow you are really trusting,” he says. He reaches out his other hand and scoops the little furball up into his chest. It settles down in his arms and he blinks rapidly.

“You-you have no self-preservation whatsoever do you? What if I were a hawk! I could be eating you right now!” The little creature looks up at him, staring him right in his eye sockets and he raises an eyebrow. 

“You don’t think I’d eat rabbit stew huh?” He chuckles and the rabbit launches itself from his arms and down onto the couch, it stomps indignantly and he fake gasps.

“Hey! Don’t you stomp at me! You’re the one who just climbed into a stranger's arms.”

It stomps again and he rolls his eyes, reaching out and patting its little head again. 

“You’re fine, fine. I’m sorry I said you have horrible survival skills.” 

He picks his bowl back up and turns to the TV again. 

“I need to talk to that girl about her choice in pets” He mumbles under his breath and earns a tail to the face. The rabbit runs to the other side of the couch and sits down like a little loaf, staring at him. 

He rolls his head, looking over at it before narrowing his eyes.

“You know, you shouldn’t be on the couch you might pee on it” 

It stomps again, and he flicks it off. “What is with the attitude! We just met! I don’t even know your name!” 

He’s distracted by his phone ringing and he picks it up off the couch, opening Eddie’s FaceTime.

“Hey” He faces the camera toward the little loaf and Eddie coos 

“Awww, who’s that!” 

“I have no freaking clue. I think Y/N adopted a pet without telling me.” 

“That sounds like her. Actually, I was just calling to ask her a question, but she isn’t answering my texts” 

“She’s not?” Buck sits up and the rabbit perks up? Hopping over to him and putting its paws on his thigh. He strokes its back soothingly and opens his app again.

“She’s not around… I actually haven’t seen her at all yet.” 

“That’s weird? It says she’s home.” 

“I know I’m looking. What the hell? You don’t think she left her phone at home do you?”

The rabbit jumps up in his lap and starts to climb up his shoulder and he sighs, taking it off and putting it back on the couch.

“Stay.” 

“No I don’t think she’d do that, hey! That rabbit listened!” 

Buck looks back down at it and it’s staring right back at him. “Yeah I know, we’ve been arguing. God, it’s like the little thing understands every word I’m saying.”

“Yeah sometimes they do… it must be pretty well trained. Can it do any tricks?” 

“I don’t know. I’m not really worried about the thing?? I’m trying to find my girlfriend.” 

“C’mere little guy! Let Uncle Eddie see you!” 

Buck watches it hop right over to his phone, putting its face all in the camera and Eddie laughs, crooking his finger at the screen.

“Oh hey! You came! God, you’re adorable. Buck, he’s adorable.” 

It stomps its foot and Buck gives its little booty a tap.

“Hey! Stomp somewhere else that hurts. I don’t know Eddie, I think she’s a girl. Every time the word “boy” is mentioned she gets mad.” 

“Are you a girl sweetie? Are you a cute little lady?” Eddie asks and she starts to spin around and do little happy hops. 

“Okay, that’s a yes. Wow, she can really understand what we’re saying. Have you seen Y/N cutie? Do you know where Y/N is?” Eddie asks and Buck chuckles.

“You’re talking to her like she’s a dog. I don’t think she-“

The rabbit hops off the couch and immediately races away. She runs right to the stairs and Buck gets up curiously.

“I think we’re supposed to follow her? Huh.” He starts up the stairs but the rabbit doesn’t. She sits at the bottom expectantly and Buck turns around.

“Oh, I’m sorry your highness” he comes back and picks her up, cradling her carefully as they walk up the stairs.

“I think she was afraid she’d hop through the stairs,” he tells Eddie when he sets her down on the bed. 

“That’s really perceptive of her.” Eddie trails off and they both watch the little bunny hopping on the bed for a second. She starts arranging the blankets, pushing them away and spreading them out before stopping suddenly and shaking her ears. She looks around the room, her ears perking up and she hops down to the mirror and parks her behind right in front of it. 

“I know this rabbit did not just make me carry it up the stairs to come up here and admire its fur.” 

Buck turns on his heel and grabs the railing. “I’m leaving your ass up here” 

“Wait-“ Eddie says, and the little rabbit stomps again. Buck groans and turns back around. 

“What?” 

“Buck, she's looking into the mirror.” 

“Okay and? She probably wants to fight herself or something.” 

“No Buck, she recognizes herself. Look!” 

He stands in front of the mirror looking down and the little rabbit is standing on her back paws, her front ones placed on the mirror and staring at herself.

“Buck. She knows it’s her. Rabbits can’t do that, most animals can’t.” 

“What are you getting at?” He says warily and Eddie’s voice is almost eerie. 

“She’s self-aware, Buck.” 

“Okay. So, that’s weird.” He chuckles awkwardly “like really weird. Hey, little weird bunny girl, where’s Y/N? She’s gotta know something about this.” 

She turns her head to Buck, and then back to the mirror, hitting it with her paws.

“Eddie…” 

“I’m on my way.” 

Buck and Eddie stare at the rabbit as she gently cleans her paws on the coffee table. 

“So.” Eddie’s hands are in a little triangle. 

“So” Buck mimics him and they both sit quietly. You look up from your cleaning session and tilt your head.

“Your girlfriend is a rabbit”

“My girlfriend is a rabbit”

“Are you just going to repeat everything I say?” Eddie smirks and Buck throws his hands in the air.

“What am I supposed to say?!?!! My girlfriend is a rabbit who can’t communicate with us to tell us what the fuck happened!”

“Well, maybe we can ask questions? Simple yes or no ones and you know, thump once for yes and twice for no!” 

“That’s your plan?” Buck looks exasperated and Eddie slides off the couch, sitting crisscross in front of you.

“Have you got anything better?”

Buck sighs and slides down next to him, running his hands over his face.

“No. Alright… Y/N do you know how this happened?” 

Thump! 

“You do?!”

Thump!

“Have you been like this all day?” Eddie asks and you thump again. 

“I’m a horrible boyfriend, I should have panicked more when you weren’t responding” 

You hold out your little paw and Buck takes it. “This is actually really cute” He sniffles and Eddie rolls his eyes. 

“Okay so, you’ve been like this all day. You know how you got like this, you just aren’t sure how to tell us. And I suppose this makes us both horrible boyfriends for not checking on her sooner.” 

Thump! 

“After the day we had you couldn’t have done anything about it, Buck. But now… you’re stuck with a bunny girlfriend.”

“Maybe it’s because I called her bunny. Maybe I created this.” You hop into his lap and climb up his chest, putting your tiny paws on his face.

“She’s right.” Eddie takes you from Buck and holds you close to his chest, you automatically snuggle up under his neck and he leans back on the couch to keep you from falling.

“Are you both saying I’m being dramatic?” 

Your ears twitch and Eddie strokes your back.

“Yes”

“Quit petting my girlfriend!” He yanks you back and you make a little squeaking noise. 

“It wouldn’t be the first time…” he winks at you and you turn and hide in Buck’s shoulder. 

“I know you did not just make a rabbit blush. Can we just get on with this?” 

He pouts and you nuzzle into his face and lick his cheek. He kisses the top of your head and you look at him, batting your little bunny lashes. 

“Are you guys flirting?” Eddie gags and Buck holds your little furry body in the air and kisses your head again. 

“My little baby bunny girl, look how cute she is, look at my little girl.” 

He sets you in his lap and lifts your paws, making you do a wiggly dance. 

“We should make her eat raspberries! So her lips will be all red. It’s so adorable when they do that!” 

“Okay before we experiment with fruit, don’t you think we should try and figure out if she knows how to turn back?” 

“I mean I guess if you wanna do it the boring way…” Buck sets you back on the table. 

“Alright baby… can you change back?” 

Thump! 

“Can you do it now?” Eddie asks and you tilt your head like you’re thinking about it.

Thump! Thump!

“I guess we’ll just have to wait for more definitive answers” Buck sighs and reaches out to rub between your ears. 

“Maybe we should sleep on it.” 

That night Buck brings you up to his bedroom. 

“Uh…fuck this is weird.” 

You’re sitting on his bed, listening to him talk and watching him pace almost uncomfortably. 

You make a little squeaking noise and he sighs, running his hands through his hair. 

“I know alright? I know. Just- just let me get all the freaking out done now… you’re a rabbit. You’re not- you’re not human and I just need a second to process that. 

He sits down heavily on the bed and you hop over to him and put your paws on his knee. He sighs and rests his hand on your back, rubbing it gently. 

“It’s okay, everything is gonna be okay.” 

You give his hand a little lick and he smiles and rubs between your ears. 

“So… I made you a little bunny's room? Uh- basically I set out a litter box for you in the bathroom. I’m getting a litter box for my girlfriend.” 

He shakes his head and scoots back into bed, you hop over to him and settle on his chest. He puts one arm behind his head and gently strokes your back again with the other.

“Don’t worry baby girl, we’ll figure this out. 

Buck wakes up to a much heavier weight on his chest. You’re curled up on him, nuzzling your face gently into his shirt and snoring softly.

“Y/N! It’s you! It’s human you!” 

You wake with a start and Buck gathers you in his arms, holding you close and kissing you. He hums happily, trailing his hands over your body and you let out a soft moan. It’s too dark to see you with the moon hiding behind the clouds. 

“H-hi” you moan again as his hips roll up into yours and he smirks, his hands gripping your ass.

“Hello there gor-“ his hands freeze as they come into contact with something round and fluffy. 

“Do you-“

“I do, yes. I don’t think that’s going away…” 

Buck's hands explore your body, feeling over your soft skin, the dips and curves that make the woman he loves. You giggle when he massages your breasts, squeezing them and rolling your nipples in his fingers before continuing his journey. He cups your face, running his thumbs over your cheeks… and then he gets to your hair. 

“Oh my god.”

“I uhh… don’t think those are going away either.” 

He sits up and holds your waist, squeezing it and biting his lip.

“So… is it true about rabbits having like… a fuck ton of babies?” 

You laugh into his shoulder, letting your forehead rest there and he can feel the soft, silky fur of your ears pressed to your head. 

“Yeah, it’s true. But I’m not really… like that you know? As in I can’t really have that many.”

“I mean duh….So you don’t get the urge?” 

“Um,” you hesitate and Buck's hands slide under your shirt, pushing it up higher and over your body. He kisses across your bare collarbone and wraps his arms around your back.

“Oh, you do, don't you bunny. Does my cute little itty bitty bunny get the irresistible urge to be bred? Hm? Is that what my sweet little hybrid was made for? To be bred over and over “ You feel his hard bulge grind against your core and you’re dripping already for him. 

“Y-you seem to be in a much better mood this morning.” 

“I’ve had time to reconsider.” 

He kisses your neck, nipping and sucking. His tongue lavishes that sweet spot on your neck, biting down and leaving his teeth marks. You let out a sharp whimpering noise and he hoists you off his lap and pins you to the bed. 

“Such gorgeous prey underneath me. Because that’s all you are right? Bottom of the food chain.” He rolls his hips downward and you moan, wrapping your arms around him. Your fingers tangle in the curls at the base of his neck and tug. 

You raise your hips, meeting his eagerly and he growls deeply in your ear. It sends a dark shiver through your body and your heart races faster than normal. Buck pulls away enough to grin positively wickedly and your eyes widen. 

“You scared of me?” He whispers, sliding his hand down the front of your panties and cupping your pussy. Your jaw slackens and he chuckles darkly, his fingers slipping between your soaked folds. He rubs your clit, watching your eyes roll back, and speeds up. 

“O-oh my god” You whisper and he smirks, moving his fingers faster. He watches you writhe underneath him, your legs opening further and inviting him in closer. He sinks two fingers inside you, curling them up and brushing against that spongy spot, and making your back arch off the bed. 

“B-Buck slower!” You pant, wriggling and trying to push his hand away. He goes faster, watching his fingers disappear inside you with a satisfied look in his eyes.

“Bunny if you’re gonna take me… you’re gonna need to be warmed up first. You’ll be fine.” 

You finish on his fingers, moaning his name like a sin, hot, heavy, and desperate. He leans down, making out with your clit sloppily and pushing your torso down. You buck against his lips and he works you through your overstimulation, pulling another orgasm out of you. 

He finally pulls away, panting softly. Your juices are dripping down his chin. He gets up and grabs a towel from the bathroom, he watches you lying there, legs spread, pretty lips glistening in the moonlight streaming through his window. 

“It’s not enough for you is it? No you need cum don’t you?“ 

He’s the one talking, when he’s looking at you like the little prey animal you are. His eyes scream every bit the predator he’s feeling toward you. Your eyes get impossibly wide as he slowly climbs up the bed toward you again and fixes the towel underneath you. His cock is thick and sways heavily between his legs, making you practically drool over him. 

“You ready for me bunny girl? You ready for my cock?” He strokes it slowly, tapping the wet tip on your clit and you jump a little, squeezing your thighs around his length. He moans lowly, letting his head drop, and slowly pushes into you. 

“Jesus fucking Christ” He gasps, burying his face in your shoulder and you moan in his ear. 

“S’too b-big” you whimper, your thighs shaking and he thrusts shallowly, teasing you open. 

“You’re a fucking menace” He growls in your ear with a rough thrust, pushing in all the way to the hilt and your legs come up, locking around his waist as you cry out. 

His hips speed up, and he groans, listening to the sound of your pussy taking his cock so perfectly. Sweet praises fall from his lips and he’s lost in the feeling of you. You grip him like a vice, he sinks into you so easily with how wet you are. His hand finds your clit again, pinching it and making you squeak. 

“Fuck you’re so pretty wrapped around me.” He balances on his hands, letting his head hang down to watch where you two meet.

“Look at us baby, come on.” 

You weakly prop yourself up on your elbows, watching his cock slide in and out of you, your juices glistening along it. He rubs your clit in slow circles and you drop your head backward, moaning his name. 

“That’s it, pretty bunny, let me take care of you. Come on, look again. I want you to see yourself cum on my cock.” 

You lift your head slowly, eyes heavy and hazy. They’re so wide and wet with little tears, he can see the little hearts radiating and he speeds up, his fingers playing in a perfect rhythm and you scream, finishing around him again. 

He thrusts harder, and you finally fall back onto the bed, your body completely jelly, and Buck smirks, sliding his hand under your back and holding you in position. He cradles your head, holding you close to his chest and fucks into you faster, using your body like a pretty doll he can’t get enough of. 

He cums with a deep growl, thrusting his cum into you over and over, deeper and deeper.

“That’s my good bunny, my pretty bunny. Fuck take it all” He gasps, grinding his hips to the hilt. You pull your knees up with a soft keening noise and he hugs you tighter before finally relaxing. 

He stays on top of you for a moment, keeping it inside you where it belongs before carefully rolling off of you. He cups your core, giving you a sweet forehead kiss as you turn in his arms and nuzzle into him. 

“You gonna keep your hand there all night?” You mumble into his chest and he snorts and puts his arm around your shoulders.

“I’ll eventually get you into a pair of underwear, don’t worry.” 

“Alright let me get this straight.” Buck flips the pancakes down on your plate and Eddie holds out his taking the others.

“You knew turning was a possibility and just… didn’t tell me?” 

He wasn’t mad. He wasn’t any kind of upset in the least when you told him everything. He texted Eddie to come over and you spilled the beans- or hay. 

“It’s a generational curse, my mother was sure it had been broken before she had me! That’s why I never brought things up cause you know how do you bring up “Hey my grandma didn’t actually break the curse like we thought she had!”  

“How did you find out she didn’t?” Eddie’s eyes roll back as he takes a bite of the chocolate chip pancakes and Buck winks at him.

“I’ll send you the recipe.” 

“So about that” You blush and Buck puts a pat of butter on his, watching it melt. 

“You can tell us anything, baby girl I promise okay?” He boops your nose and you giggle, your ears flatten against your head again and he melts into a little puddle and spins around, doing a silly little dance. 

“Oh dear god, I’m trying to eat. Can you just tell us??” Eddie chomps on a piece of bacon and you give him double middle fingers before going back to Buck. 

“Well, remember how um… last week I’d said that you couldn’t touch my butt because I’d bruised my tailbone?” 

“Yeah….?”

Eddie looks between you two, his bacon hovering in the air. 

“I got my tail last week.” 

“That must have been a fun way to wake up.” Buck cuts into his pancakes and you cross your arms over your chest.

“You guys are way too calm about this!” 

“My girlfriend is standing in front of me with the cutest, fluffiest tail on this planet and the most gorgeous set of ears I’ve ever seen”

“Are you a furry?” 

“Shut the fuck up.” He points his knife at  Eddie. “I’m saying that I’m not going to condemn you for something you can’t control… which is clearly this. It’s just, you know, a new challenge in our relationship!” 

“She’s a rabbit hybrid and that’s just y'all having to go to a lil couples therapy for a week or two huh?” 

“You know you are zero help in this entire situation. Besides now she has a killer Halloween costume for tomorrow” Buck narrows his eyes and Eddie smirks, popping a blueberry in his mouth and reaching out to put one in yours. You stare at him as he places the blueberry on your tongue, you kitten lick the tip of his fingers and he bites his lip. 

“I don’t know… I think I could be a lot of help.” 

Your ears perk up and Buck rolls his eyes, watching you rest your chin on your hands and stare lovingly at Eddie. He knows if he saw your face you’d have little hearts radiating in your eyes. 

“So I’m standing right here!” 

“I’m not opposed to sharing.” Eddie’s voice is deep and smooth, he’s definitely knocked it down a few octaves and Buck knows you’re a puddle in your panties.

Which, same! 

“Wouldn’t be the first time…” He trails off, eating another blueberry and you’re practically wriggling in your seat. 

“Animals shouldn’t be at the table.” He flicks his head and your eyes nearly burst out of your skull. You slowly get out of your chair, your toes touching the floor and you sink down, sitting in a little W shape. 

Eddie looks down at you, a sweet smile on his face. “That’s a good girl, it seems only one of you likes to listen.” he looks over at Buck whose jaw drops. 

“Good boys get on their knees, Evan.” 

“A-am I-“

“A good puppy? I don’t know yet. You’re not really good at listening so far.” 

Buck comes around the counter and drops right next to you. Your little tail wiggles and you bounce a little in excitement and Eddie reaches down, petting your head. 

“Awww, you’re so cute. Can you be cute like she is?? Hm? Can you show me how cute you can be? What about a trick, let’s see if you can spin in a circle!” 

Eddie waggles his finger and Buck swallows before crawling around in a circle and panting softly. 

“Fuck, this is too much.” Eddie chuckles quietly, he reaches down, continuing to pet your head softly. “Kiss her for me…put on a little show.” 

Buck practically tackles you over, pinning your body to the floor with his and kissing you. You hold his back, dragging your nails down and rolling your hips up into his. 

He deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours. His lips move sinfully against yours and you’re moaning into his mouth. He pulls away to look up at Eddie for approval, panting harder this time and Eddie sits back, palming his cock through his jeans. 

“I have an appointment I have to leave for in 20 minutes, I won’t be able to join you… So make it good.” He takes out his phone, hitting record and a new flush of arousal floods your body. 

Buck carefully turns you over, running a large, calloused hand possessively over the curve of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Fuck you look good enough to eat.” He growls appreciatively, giving your tail a little tug and you squeak and raise your hips higher. He bends forward and drags his tongue along your slit, moaning at the taste of you. He licks and sucks at your folds, slipping his tongue inside your tight hole, fucking you with his mouth until you’re left shaking and mewling with need.

He pulls away, inhaling your scent and relishing in your juices dripping from his chin. He places a hand on your back, keeping you down, and splits you with his cock. Your nails dig into the floor and you shout his name, your legs coming in a little froggy position and he slams into you, feeling your tight walls grip him hard. 

“This is what you needed, isn't it baby? He snarls, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. “To be split open on my fat fucking cock, used like the desperate little whore you are.” 

Eddie lets out a soft humming noise and Buck lays his body over yours. He wraps an arm around your neck and rolls his hips, grinding his cock deep inside you. Your hands come up and claw at his arm and he just smiles wickedly.

“Too deep baby? Too bad. Such a good little bunny cock sleeve, so tight and wet and perfect for milking my dick. You were made for this you know, made to be bred and used and filled with cum.“

Buck’s hips never falter, driving into you with passionate enthusiasm as he takes his pleasure from your pliant body. 

“Touch her, I wanna see her cum around your cock.” Eddie commands. He has his phone propped up with a glass and he’s rubbing himself in his jeans. You can both tell he’s rock solid and you drool a little over him. 

“Yes sir” He purrs and his arm leaves your throat making you gasp for air and letting your head fall to the floor. He snakes his fingers between your thighs and you shriek. He pinches your clit, tugging at it gently before rubbing in fast circles in time with his thrusts. 

“Come on pretty little thing, cum for me baby I need to see you fall apart” He coaxes you, his hips pistoning faster. 

You shatter around his cock as he thrusts erratically, your juices gush out around his cock, soaking his balls and dripping down onto the floor.

Buck moans loudly, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he pumps stream after stream of thick, hot cum into your perfect pussy. He grinds against you, making sure every last drop of his release paints your insides.

Your body goes limp beneath him, completely spent and satisfied. Buck’s weight presses down on you as he catches his breath, his softening cock still nestled deep inside you. He peppers your neck and shoulders with soft kisses, his touch now gentle and sweet.

After a long moment, Buck gently lifts your head and kisses your forehead. Eddie gets a pillow from the couch and sets it underneath you, he kisses your cheek and nuzzles your nose.

“You did so good, pretty bunny” He pets your ears and you blush.

“I’ll be home to take care of both of you later okay? Can you be a good girl and take care of this mess?” 

“Hey!”

“I will!” You cup his cheeks and kiss him softly and he sighs, placing his forehead against yours before pushing up from the floor. He ruffles Buck’s hair and cups his chin, giving him a downright dirty kiss that makes you squeeze your thighs together. 

“You be good too, alright?” 

“Alright” Buck whispers, pecking his lips one more time before he pulls away. 

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours, and we can figure out this little situation then.”

Eddie blows you both a kiss before grabbing his coat from the hook and heading out. 

You lay there for a bit, feeling that satisfied tiredness in your bones. 

“So,” You sigh, running your hands over your face. “You’re really not freaked out with all of this?” 

“Absolutely not… weirder things have happened, which brings me to how did he just derail all of this so easily? And then ditch?!” 

Buck turns his head to look at you and you look at the ceiling, crossing your arms over your chest.

“We should kick his butt!” 

“You should pee on his bed! Can you control your shifting?”

“Actually I’ve been working on that! Do you wanna see?” 

“Fuck yeah!” 

Buck watches you with a wide smile as you push the blanket away and start to sit up. He catches his reflection in the vase next to the couch and pulls his fangs back. 

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

HE PULLS HIS FANGS BACK AND I JUST NEVER SAID ANYTHING ELSE??

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

The Go-Go's 1

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Notes: Wow its a miracle I'm posting a fic. Also I have on these gorgeous press on.... Yo Imma be real it is so hard to type I was not ready for this. Anyway I was reading Episode 15 of S&C and oh my god it made me cry. Also I'm about a day away from being on my period so you know that's why I'm crying.

P.S:... Are there some continuity errors? Sure... Sure. BUT I'M TRYING OKAY

“Alright, children, everyone has their room assignments?” Bobby does a quick headcount as Athena finishes passing out room keys. 

When Bobby said "Christmas family vacation," he meant the entire family, which included the fire fam and their families. Which meant their group was huge and they’d called in advance to several places months ago. Most of this vacation was actually funded by a certain actor friend who’d stuck to the firehouse like a barnacle (He was going to be a day or so late), but they were happy to have him. 

“Let’s all meet in the lobby in an hour so we can go to dinner together, and everyone make sure they sound off in the group chat once they get to their rooms.” 

As everyone started heading off toward the elevators or the stairs (like insane people), Bobby grabbed your arm and pulled you aside. 

“What’s up?” You tugged your suitcase next to you, and Bobby sighed.

“So there’s a little bit of a problem with your room? So Athena will be rooming with you.”

“Wait, what? Why?” 

Your head whips back as you hear the exact sentence from behind you. Athena is talking to someone as well, and he looks just as bewildered.

Bobby reaches out his hand, and Athena comes over, sighing.

“It’s just how things turned out, sorry, kiddo.” Bobby shrugged, and you crossed your arms over your chest 

“I’m sure there’s something else we can work out. There’s no way I’m letting you two be split up on your vacation! That’s not fair for you!” 

“That’s what I was saying!” Buck throws his hands in the air, and you finally turn to look at him, well, more like look up at him because he towers over you, and he’s just… big. His arms are big and his thighs- oh god, his thighs. His shirt stretches so taut over his chest, you wonder if he bought it in a smaller size or if it truly just couldn’t hold all that man in. 

“Y/N?” Bobby waves a hand in front of your face, and you flinch and zone back in. Buck is looking to the side with a blush on his cheeks, and Athena is staring you down over those sunglasses.

“Yeah? Sorry, I- I just kinda… zoned out- for…for a second there. You know me! Always… you know…outta the zone..” 

It’s honestly the weakest and probably most embarrassing explanation you’ve ever given, and it literally does nothing to cover the fact that you were totally checking that man out, but you know what, okay, God gave you eyes, so you know you’re gonna use them, okay. 

“What were we talking about?” You clasp your hands together in front of you, and Buck chuckles.

“I offered to room with you instead?” 

Why is his voice so deep? 

“Oh! Okay- uh yeah that’s-“ 

“And that’s where I came in.” Bobby interrupts you, and you put your hands on your hips.

“You’re not sharing a room.” He says with a finality that grinds on your nerves because you know that tone, and Buck sure as hell knows it, it’s his “Captain” tone. 

“And that’s the end of that, young lady,” Athena adds 

You and Buck both cringe, getting hit with double parental tone? You suddenly feel 10 again. Buck runs a hand through his hair and sighs. He looks frustrated, and you’re wondering how you can sneak off and avoid the crossfire. 

“Mom, Dad.” He begins, and you snort. “Y/N and I are both grown adults, we are no longer hormonally challenged teenagers, we are not virgin sacrifices- at least I’m not-“

“Hey!” 

“We can handle sharing a room for a couple of weeks. If we seriously think we can’t? We will trade rooms. But that’s how this is going to go. I would appreciate it if you guys had a little more trust in me. It hurts that you think I’m still the same guy who stole the fire truck.”

“You did what now?” 

“Buck. Son, that’s- that’s not what we’re saying.” Bobby sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose because his kids know just how to get him, and Athena shakes her head slowly, the second he looks at her with those soft eyes. 

“We do trust you… And you know what? You’re right. Fine, just this once you can be right.” 

He hands him the other room key and pats him on the back.

“Make good choices, okay?” 

“I will, Dad, I promise you can trust me. You too, Mom.”

“Does that mean we can go now?” You rock back on your heels, and Buck looks down at you with a smirk. He takes your suitcase from you and offers his elbow.

“Allow me to lead you to the elevators.” 

Your heart pounds in your chest, and you let out a nervous laugh. He grins when you place your hand over his arm. His thick, gorgeous arm.

He keeps you close to his side as you walk to your room. The hotel is gorgeous, inside and out, and even the hallways are luxurious. You’re definitely excited to see the room you’ll be sharing, you’re hoping Buck doesn’t mind giving you the window bed, maybe you could take turns in it if he also wanted it. 

He lets go of you long enough to open the door, and you feel his hand on your back, guiding you in like a gentleman. The soft warmth of his hand sends shivers down your spine, and you smile at him in thanks and walk in. 

The first thing you see is the giant floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entirety of Christmassy LA, and you and Buck immediately part ways to run around. 

There’s a balcony with a large bathtub and comfy-looking chairs. The inside of the room is just as stunning; the kitchen area is more high-end than anything you’ve seen in person. There’s more than enough room for you and Buck to coexist for a couple of weeks; hell, if you really wanted, you probably didn’t even have to see each other in a room this big. 

You walk through the bedroom and into the most stunning en-suite. The jacuzzi could easily fit four people, and the rain shower head glinted in the sunlight from the window inside. 

You’re coming out of the bedroom to report how the bed is the softest, most fluffy-looking thing in the entire world, and that even the room temperature is set…perfectly-

The bed. 

You were so busy looking at the gorgeous view and seeing the fully stocked fridge that it didn’t occur to you, until your head swivels and you do a double-take.

“Ohhh…” you say quietly, and Buck comes in from a second freaking bathroom.

“Yo, this place is absolutely insane! I can’t even imagine what Bobby and Athena look like!” He looks like a kid in a candy store, and you feel a little bad when his face drops.

“What’s wrong??” 

The way he rushes to your side melts you for a lot of different reasons, especially when he puts his hands on your arms, holding you out and looking you over to make sure you’re okay. He looks so worried, and you find yourself blushing.

“Nothing! Nothing, I’m okay.” You put your hands on his forearms, but he doesn’t pull away.

“So why do you look so… I don’t know? Freaked out? Do I need to kill a bug? I’ll cry the whole time, but I’ll kill it for you.” 

You lean forward and laugh into his chest, and his cheeks heat up. He chuckles with you and lets his hands drop to your sides.

“Seriously though, what’s up?”

“You have to see for yourself.”

You take his hand, pulling him into the bedroom, and let go. His hand flexes, and he immediately crosses his arms over his chest.

“What am I supposed to be looking at??” 

“Buck-“ you facepalm and stick your hand out, gesturing to your sleeping situation.

“There’s only one-“

“Ohhh….” He says it in your exact tone from earlier, and you nod along with him.

“Uh huh”

“So that’s why they didn’t want us sharing a room.” 

You both stare at the bed for a moment; it’s spacious, really, a California King. It’s covered in fancy pillows and luxurious blankets, and there’s only one. 

“So like remember how in the lobby I was like “we’re grown” and stuff like that?” Buck starts to inch forward, and you watch him warily, moving with him. 

“Yeah…”

“First one to the bed gets to choose their side.” 

He shoves you backward and makes a run for it, and you shriek and stumble back. 

“You fucking cheater!” 

You run after him and tackle him down onto the bed, and he rolls with you, trying to launch you off the bed and get to the window side. You yank on his shirt, and it does absolutely nothing to stop him from clawing his way across. You climb onto his back and wrap your arms around his neck, and he tries to shake you off.

“You little spider monkey, I landed first, that means I win!” 

“Not if I get to that side first!” 

He rolls over onto his back and onto you, and you squeak and wriggle underneath him. 

“Get off!” 

“Oh, now it’s a problem since you’re on the bottom??” He holds you down with one arm and turns over, his hips grind into yours as he pins you in place. He lays your arms out and clasps your wrists, panting softly.

“Ha-ha-ha, now what are you gonna do?” 

He hovers over you, his face close to yours, and it’s like all the air is sucked from the room the second you feel it. Your eyes pop out, and you look down, swallowing thickly.

“Uh-“ 

Buck looks with you, and his eyes match yours. He’s hard as a rock between your legs, his thin shorts doing very little to hide the way this situation has turned him on.

“Wow… wow, I really hate being a guy sometimes.” 

“Is this our icebreaker? Is this how we officially feel comfortable with each other?” You struggle to hold back your giggles, and he groans and lets his head fall on your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, I think it is. But it’s not fair! Nothing embarrassing has happened to you! Go like a fart or something.”

“I genuinely don’t think I can do that on command.” 

You both burst into giggles, and he settles on top of you, your arms wrap around his neck, and he laughs into your neck. For having literally just met this guy, it was a wildly intimate position that just felt right. His weight felt good against you, like a giant weighted blanket that had great jokes. 

He rolls off of you onto his back, and you both look down. He whines and shuffles out of bed, and you yank one of the pillows over your face. 

“I’ll be right back!”

You hear the bathroom door slam, and you burst out laughing. 

“Hey!” It opens again, and you peek out from under the pillow, looking at him. 

“I’m not doing what you think!” 

“You know I don’t believe that, right?” 

“Yeah, I know, but I thought I’d at least try.” 

Buck changes in the closet, making fun of your stupid, really cute giggles, and comes out. You’re already putting things into the nice drawers, and he nearly faints when he catches a glimpse of your underwear

….Yeahhh, Bobby was right, he totally should not have roomed with you. Or this was like the greatest thing that had ever happened to him; he had yet to figure that out.

“Is the closet gonna be our designated changing area?” 

“Probably, until you actually end up seeing my junk, and then I’m just going to constantly be taking off my clothes.” He tosses his shirt over onto his bag, and you throw a pair of socks at him. 

“Sounds about right.” 

You rummage through the drawer you’d just closed, grabbing a couple of things and shutting it again. You’re walking past him on a sweet cloud of whatever delicious perfume you’re wearing when your swimsuit bottoms drop from your pile in your hands.

“Oh, hey you-“ Buck picks it up, and you both freeze. He blinks slowly at the red material in his hand, if you could even call it that, with how incredibly little the back of it would even cover, and holds it out to you. 

“Embarrassing moment?” You joke, feeling your cheeks heating up as you snatch it from his hand, and he doesn’t know how to get his body working normally again.

“Ha! Yeah! So- so embarrassing…guess uh- guess we’re even now…” 

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, and suddenly that funny feeling comes back, and he knows exactly what’s about to happen if he doesn’t run. 

“Hey, so I’m just gonna see if Eddie has that hair mousse I like! I’ll be right back!” Buck bolts for the door, and you slip off your sandals to just change in the room.

“Okay! I’ll change out here while you’re gone. Just knock first before coming in, okay?” 

“Uh huh!” 

He slips out the door and runs down the hallway to Eddie’s room. He knocks frantically, practically pounding on the door, and it swings open.

“Jesus dude what-“

“Oh god, she’s hot, she’s so hot, what the hell was I thinking?!” 

He storms into the room, tugging at his scalp, and Eddie stares into the hallway.

“Please. Come in.”

He shuts the door and leans against it, watching Buck pace the room. 

“She’s a fucking goddess, Eddie. A. Fucking. Goddess.

“Hey! Watch your language.” He nods over at Chris, who’s on the couch playing his video games, and he glares at Eddie.

“I’m gonna tell you a secret, I curse in front of this kid constantly when he beats me at video games.”

“He does,” Chris says from the couch, not even looking up, and Eddie closes his eyes, letting his head fall against the door.

“….So she’s a fucking goddess?” 

“She’s so funny, like she’s really funny, Eddie, and she smells so good and her-“ 

He stops, looking behind him at Chris real quick, and then gestures with his hands, mouthing about how curvy you are, and Eddie face palms.

“Hey, Chris, we’re gonna go to the bedroom, alright? Just holler if you need us,” he grabs Buck by the collar and drags him into the bedroom, then shuts the door behind them.

“Spill.” 

“She’s out of this fucking world, and I’m going to literally jizz my pants if I have to sleep in the same bed as her.”

“Who says it like that??” Eddie’s head tips back when he laughs, and Buck falls back on the bed and spreads out like a starfish.

“She’s so dreamy. I bet she likes to cuddle; she just seems so cuddly. You should have seen the clothes she was putting into the drawers… the dresses she hung in the closet? Our clothes look so good together, you wanna see?” He opens his phone and starts scrolling through his pictures, and Eddie rolls his eyes and climbs onto the bed 

“Sure, man,” he lies down on his back and scoots closer, and Buck passes him his phone. 

Buck had been a normal human being… and secretly taken photos of all his favorite dresses you had hung up. Eddie gives him a look before scrolling through the photos and admiring them.

“She’s gonna be wearing them anyway,” he mutters and swipes a couple of times. “The most important thing is I can’t wait until she wears this one.” 

“You are so fucking basic,” Eddie scoffs, and Buck’s jaw drops. He sits up fast and yanks the phone from him. 

“Edmundo Diaz. The milkmaid dress is viral for a goddamn reason! And she’s curvy, Eddie. She’s curvy!“ 

“Okay and??” He sits up too and snatches the phone back. “She has way better outfits than that. Look at this one.” 

They go through the contents of your closet for a good half hour before going through the stuff Buck brought and trying to figure out what you’d most likely wear and if he could manage to match up with you when Chris calls out.

“There’s someone at the door!” 

Eddie lazily rolls off the bed and leaves the bedroom.

“Maybe you could try to like- hint, you know??” He calls back to Buck whilst gripping the handle and turning toward Chris 

“Hey, you order room service?” 

“You think I should like- offer to help-“

Eddie swings the door open, and you’re standing there with your hands behind your back. He and Buck had gone through all the photos together; they knew the majority of your wardrobe… but apparently, you’d hadn’t finished hanging everything up. 

He slams the door in your face to cut off Buck’s sentence and stares at the closed door for a second before running back to the bedroom.

“What did Chris order? Anything I can steal?” 

“She’s here.” 

“What?!” He scrambles out of the bed and over to the full-length mirror to fix his clothes and his hair. 

“She’s in the-“ 

“Someone’s at the door!” Chris shouts again, and Buck whirls around on Eddie.

“You didn’t let her in?!” 

“Oh my god, I closed the door in her face.” Eddie goes running back into the main room and swings the door open again. You flinch back and slowly let your fist drop.

“Uhhh heyyy- hey Y/N.” Eddie stretches his arm along the length of the door, and you giggle.

“Hey Eddie…uh- is it okay if I come in? I can go back to my room if it isn’t.”

“Oh no! No, that- uh- that earlier that was- that was that… anyway, yeah, no, come on in! Have you met my son Chris?” 

He places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you in, and you give him a little wave, and he waves back before going back to his game.

Eddie rolls his eyes, muttering “teenagers” under his breath, and leads you over toward the sitting area. 

“Can I get you anything? Water? More, like, water? But spicy?” 

You snort and put your hands in your lap, and Eddie sees it; he really sees it.

“No I’m okay! And I'd honestly rather die than drink sparkling water. I was just wondering if Buck was still in here? He said he’d be right back, but it’s been a bit.” 

Eddie hadn’t even had a chance to warn him; maybe if he’d reacted differently, he could have run back into the room and told him about the dress. 

“Hey Y/N! I’m so sorry I didn’t come back. I got dis- distra- holy shit.” 

It’s his milkmaid dress, alright, white with blue flowers on it. But this one’s shorter, and it comes up high on the sides of your thighs. Your plush, gorgeous, beautiful thighs that spill out on the cushions when you sit. Absolutely breathtaking thighs that he’d happily die from suffocation if you ever gave him the opportunity to. 

“Buck?? Hello??” 

He blinks rapidly, and you’re standing in front of him, waving your hands. Eddie is behind you on the couch now with Chris, and they’re both trying to hold back their laughs.

“Huh?? What?? What did you say?” He comes back down to earth and looks at your pretty face, your hands are on your hips… your thick, luxurious- 

Focus Buck.

“I said my Auntie texted to tell us all we’ve gotta get down to the lobby soon? Are you ready to go?” 

“Oh! Yeah, I’m good!” 

“Are you two ready? We can all head down together.” 

You turn toward them, and Buck immediately clasps his hands together, begging them not to come with, and Eddie looks at Chris, who just shrugs.

“Uhh, we need a few more minutes. Why don’t you two head out, and we’ll catch up.” 

Buck practically skips by your side as you head to the elevators. Eddie had been the best wingman possible before he left the room.

“Alright, children, get going, and hold hands so you don’t get lost!” He clapped Buck on the shoulder, and you snickered.

“I don’t think we’re gonna get lost.”

Eddie took your hand and placed it in Buck’s

“You don’t know our Buck. We’ll see you guys soon!” 

And that was how he ended up holding your hand all the way down to the lobby. You rolled your eyes playfully and nudged him with your elbow, and he smirked, nudging you back.

“I think you like holding my hand,” he wriggles his eyebrows, and you scoff. 

“Says the guy who hasn’t let go!” 

“Oh, honey, now that I’ve got you, I’m never letting go.” 

He didn’t mean for his voice to drop down that low…he also didn’t miss the shiver that ran down your spine when he said it. He smiles, pretending to play it off like a joke, and you shove at him again. 

He doesn’t let go of your hand until Bobby comes into view, and you both immediately put some distance between you. You look at him, and he looks back, nodding, neither of you taking any offense. 

“You guys ready for dinner? Where’s Eddie and Chris?” 

Bobby pulls you into a hug, and you smile, snuggling into him and pulling back to look at him.

“They said they’d be down soon.”

“Alright… how uh- how are things with Buck?” 

He’s not nonchalant in the least, and you roll your eyes. 

“It’s fine, Uncle Bobby. We didn’t go wild and fuck each other’s brains out if that’s what you’re asking. Besides, there wouldn’t have been enough time.” 

He gags at your vulgarity, and you give him a snarky little smile in response. 

“I still hate this.” 

“Well, don’t you can trust us! And besides, we’re adults, so if- you know something were to- “

“Oh God, please stop. Just- god please use protection. And then get Buck protection because I will be setting him on fire.” 

“Who’s getting set on fire?” Buck comes over with Athena on his arm and fights to reach for you. It’s a weird itch that he didn’t realize he’d developed in the short time he’d been stuck with you.

“No one,” Bobby grumbles under his breath, and you whack him in the stomach before taking Buck’s hand. He blushes but puts his arm over your shoulders, and you put your arm around his waist.

“Well, aren’t you two best friends now?” Athena puts her arms around Bobby, and Buck hugs you to his side.

“Oh yeah, definitely! She’s already farted twice in front of me!”

Your jaw drops, and you whirl around on him because there’s no fucking way you can turn this around on him without telling both of them about his stupid boner.

“I’m going to kill you!” You reach up to strangle him, and he yelps and turns to run from you. 

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Oh my god im supposed to be posting strawberries and cream this month

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

✨Strawberries and Cream✨

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Notes: I’m so sorry I thought I posted this already 😂😂😂😂

p.s I think I like writing this again but I ain’t gonna jinx it

p.p.s man did I NOT read this before posting it

Episode 14: Crystal Lake

You know, if you weren’t stuck in the car with an absolute crazy person, this might be a fun drive. He did have a pretty good playlist going, and he did indeed have all your favorite stuff in the back. 

The trees around you are so calming, the forest sucks you in and holds you in a comforting embrace… as comfortable as this situation can be. 

But that doesn’t stop that little, tiny, itty bitty, blaring siren going off in the back of your head. 

There’s a bomb in the station, and oh yeah! I’ve been kidnapped!!!!!

The hours are passing by slowly, but Nero seems to be cheering up; he even starts humming along to some of the songs. He smiles when a specific Taylor Swift song comes on. 

“You remember this one?” He reaches over and takes your hand, rubbing soft circles on the back of it. “Our third? Date I think… when we got caught in that downpour… god you were so pretty-“ He laughs a little “And you made me get out of the car and dance with you” 

Lover plays through the speakers, and you can’t help but tear up a little because Eddie secretly loves this song, no matter how much he denies it. He knows every word. 

“That’s when I fell in love with you.” He looks over at you, and you smile, wiping away your tears quickly. 

“I remember” 

You feel his hand tighten a little around yours more, and his body language softens immediately. Playing along is definitely starting to work. 

“You remember what I asked you?” He asks, and you shake your head, holding his hand now with both of yours 

“I asked you to promise that you’d never leave me.” 

He looks over at you for a second, there’s no joy in his eyes anymore, there’s no soul there. 

“But I guess not everyone keeps their promises.”

Okay, maybe it wasn’t working as well as you thought. He doesn’t let go of your hand, though, he just holds it tighter now, sighing softly as he goes back to staring at the road. 

It was such a roller coaster with him, one second you think you’re on his good side… and then the next it’s back to this. 

“Do you love him?” Nero asks after a while, turning the radio down

“Hm?” You say, lifting your head. You’d started to drift off slowly after another long period of silence. 

“Eddie. Do you love him?” 

You’d said it before, he knew you did… he’d studied your life for weeks. He was starting to unravel more and more before your eyes. 

“I'm not sure who you’re talking about,” you say hesitantly, and he thinks for a moment, flexing his fingers around your hand. 

“I have a gift for you.” 

You perk up a little. “Oh?” 

“Mhmmm… It’s in the trunk. He pulls over to the side of the road and gets out, walking to the back. You look in the rear view mirror for a second before frantically looking around the car for something, anything to leave as a marker. You pull open the glove box and find a whole mess of things, including a Polaroid of Nero… and Aurora. You cringe a bit… It’slike looking in a mirror, but you can see a lake behind them. 

Lake must equal cabin, hopefully. 

You take the gum from your mouth and the secret second tracker you’d swiped and stick them together before clicking it on.

“Nero?? I gotta pee! C-can I??” You call out of the window, shutting the glove box quickly, and he looks around to your side 

“Make it quick, cause you know it’s literally illegal to do that.” 

You get out of the car and look at him. “I’m pretty sure you and I don’t care about legalities,” you joke, and he snorts, tossing you a tissue box before going back to digging through the trunk. You hurry off a ways and look around, trying to find a safe place to hide it. You dig a little hole in the brush with your hands and stick it in there.

“Nice and safe from the elements,” you say proudly. 

You look at the tissue box and scrunch your nose up. 

“And now to pee in the wild” 

Nero is leaning against the car, looking away from you, trying to hide his laughter as you douse your hands in hand sanitizer. You wriggle uncomfortably 

“They don’t feel clean,” you say, and he looks at you, a levity in his eyes that wasn’t there before 

“You used hand sanitizer, Ari, I’m pretty sure they’re cleaner than with soap.”

He kept going back and forth with your name and her name… You shuddered, pretending it was about your hands, and he laughed finally, pulling you into his chest for a hug. 

“They’re clean, baby, I promise you.” 

You look up at him, swallowing thickly. 

“So uh… a surprise, huh?” 

He reaches through the open window and pulls out a bag, handing it to you. 

“It was her favorite…she wore it all the time. It’s new! Don’t worry, it’s… It’s a new one.”

You pull the dress from the bag, and it is very pretty. It’s a sweet yellow sundress with a tie front and spaghetti straps. 

“I hope you like it.” 

“It’s beautiful,” You say, holding it out in front of you.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He opens the passenger door for you and nods. 

“Go put it on.”

Oh mans was crazy crazy huh? 

You climb into the backseat and shut the door. He turns away, giving you privacy, and you sigh, pulling off the shirt you’re wearing and starting to change.

“I even have new shoes for you,” he says through the window, and you freeze. 

“New shoes?” You ask, your voice an octave higher than normal 

“Mhmm. You always had the best style. I hope I’ve done you justice.” 

“You know I’m really happy with these ones,” You say as you look down to tie the front of the dress. 

“And why’s that?” 

You nearly shoot out of the roof as Nero appears in the window, his arms rest on the windowsill, his face close to yours. His voice is deeper, more gravelly seeming as he stares at you. 

“I want you to wear the shoes.”

“I’ll wear the shoes.” 

He passes them in through the window, a pair of white wedges. You take off your shoes carefully and wrap them up in your clothes, doing your best to keep that tracker hidden. 

“You picked a good pair,” you say as you open the door and step out. He stares at you, his mouth falling open slightly. You walk around to the trunk and stuff your clothes in it, hopefully in a place he’ll leave them alone. 

“So?” You walk towards him, the setting sun shining behind you in a soft halo around you. “How do I look?”

He takes a step toward you, pulling you by your wrist into his chest. 

And he kisses you.

His hand holds your waist, the other cupping the back of your head gently and pulling you into him more. You’re so taken aback by it, you freeze, not even breathing. His eyes open, and he stares right at you. 

“You even taste like her,” He whispers as he pulls his face away, and you shake your head slowly, tears falling. 

“Nero-“ 

“Shhh.. Ari, it’s gonna be okay. I know- I know I frightened you, I’m sorry. I just… You look so beautiful.” He kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you 

“God, you look so beautiful.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, sniffling a little as you try to stop the tears. 

Where was Eddie? 

Eddie isn’t worried about you. 

Okay, that’s not true; he’s never been more worried in his entire life. But he’s sitting on the floor of Bucks' living room, eating Pizza with Buck, Tommy, Maddie, and Chim, and…. He’s not worried. 

Because he told Buck that he was sleeping over, that he couldn’t stand to be alone at his house… your house. And Buck eagerly accepted this; he didn’t want to be alone either. 

He told Tommy he really needed a hug while they were cutting the pizza, and he accepted him with open arms, rubbing his back and promising they wouldn’t stop until they caught up with you. 

The three of them are sharing Bucks bed tonight, and Maddie has already taken pictures for you of them all trying to figure out how to fit in it together. 

Buck flops on the bed and curls into a little ball. 

“Okay, so long as I don’t move, I think Eddie can lie across the bottom, but you have to curl up, too,” he tells Tommy. Eddie lies across the bottom on his stomach and props himself up on his elbow to watch this idiocy happen. 

“Nah, I’ll be fine.” Tommy lays his head on Bucks so he’s diagonal and looks up at him. 

“This okay?” 

Buck swallows nervously, his cheeks flushing, “Uh-“

“Fuck it,” Eddie gets up and pushes Tommy onto the bed and gets on the other side of him. 

“You’re the middle spoon.”

Maddie throws her head back laughing as she records this, and Chimney jumps on top of them. 

“Wait, wait, me too!!” 

“Oh my god, we’re gonna break my bed!” 

“Buck should be in the middle, he’s a cuddler,” Maddie says, and they all arrange themselves so Buck is between Tommy and Eddie, and Chimney is still laid out like a starfish on all of them.

“This is perfect.”

Eddie had also invited Chim and Maddie over. He told Maddie he wanted to help watch Jee Yun because she needed a break from all of this, too, because her sister was abducted, and she deserved to be able to grieve without her daughter around. 

Eric, his therapist? Would be so proud of him right now. 

He lays his head back on the couch, shutting his eyes slowly, his body drooping slightly. Jee Yun coos softly, and he jolts back awake, pulling her closer to his chest. 

“Hey… hey little girl,” He smiles, rocking her slowly in his arms. “What’s with all the noises, huh?” He grabs a bottle from the coffee table in front of him and holds it to her, watching her drink 

“You know you’re gonna make a great dad one day,” Maddie says quietly. They’d all fallen asleep watching Tangled. Jee Yun (and Buck) loved it, and it always put her to sleep. 

“I dunno… maybe” He smiles a little “Y/N and I…we haven’t even had time to discuss that, you know?” 

“You will, and even if you decide not to have kids, I am so ready for my built-in babysitters.” 

He chuckles quietly, getting up and putting her into the little bed Buck bought her for and tucking her in. 

He hears the shutter of a camera and rolls his eyes, turning around. 

“Really, Mads?”

“You’re putting a baby in a bed, and I’m not supposed to immediately document that?? Uncle Eddie? No, Daddy Eddie.” 

“Haha, you know your cousin calls me that?”

You stare out the window as you finally pull up to the cabin. It’s past 10 at this point, you’ve been driving all day, and you’re exhausted. You could use a nice hot shower and a six-day nap at this point. 

Nero gets out of the car and comes around to your side, helping you out. 

“I came here a couple of days ago, got everything all cleaned up for you just the way we like it. I-I wanted to surprise you.” 

“You didn’t have to do all of this for me.” You stretch a bit as he goes to the trunk to grab some bags. 

“I wanted to. I packed everything you’ll need, including a few extras,” he winks when he says that, and your stomach flips as he shuts the trunk and leads you to the cabin door. 

“I want you… Y/N,” he says as he unlocks the door, “But I won’t ever force you. You have to believe that”

And weirdly enough? Something inside of you does believe him. Because as long as you’re his “Ari,” He really isn’tgoing to do anything to hurt you. 

You follow him into the cabin, looking around. It’s truly beautiful there, honestly, maybe under different circumstances, you’d really like being there. It’s kind of hard to make the best of things if you’re being honest, but in order to stay safe and stay alive, you’re going to do it with everything you’ve got. 

Not to mention you’re a huge Star Wars fan, “Do, or do not. There is no try.”

Nero was right; he does have everything set up for you two, down to a fully packed fridge. You look around in it, rummaging through to try and find something to eat. 

Step 1: Win your freedom through his stomach. 

“Are you hungry?” You start pulling things out to make a stir fry, and he comes over. Putting his arms around your waist 

“Yeah, I could eat. What did you have in mind?”

“Just a stir fry.. if that’s something you’re cool with” 

“Of course it is,” He lays his head on your shoulder, breathing in your shampoo. “But I’ll do it. Why don’t you go sit down?”

“What? No Nero I-“ 

“Don’t fight me.” His arms wrap a little tighter around you, and he gives you a little jolt

“We’ve been driving for forever, I know you hate long trips, and you know I hate doing dishes. So if I promise not to make a ton, will you let me cook for you?”

It’s not really a question because you know he’s gonna do it for you anyway, but he just wants you to feel like you have a choice even if you really don’t. 

“Alright, I’ll do the dishes.” You smile a little… so much for plan A.

A half hour later, Nero is serving you a giant bowl, okay, it’s not giant, but it might as well be because there’s no way you can eat everything he’s given you, and you hope that doesn’t offend him. He watches you as you hold your spoon in your hand, blowing on it gently, really, you’re just trying to buy a little time, because what if he secretly drugged it or something? Because he’d made you go sit down in the living room, and unfortunately, it was the softest, most wonderful couch you’d ever put your butt on, and you ended up passing out. He woke you with a soft kiss on your forehead and a little shake of your shoulder. 

You weren’t hesitating for long, but you notice him frown as he leans down and takes a bite of his bowl, staring directly at you. Okay, maybe you’d been blowing a little longer than necessary, but he’s not stupid. You smile sheepishly and take an even bigger bite, showing that you “trust him,” and he hums in approval, that brilliant smile back on his face. 

Of course, he’s a damn good cook. 

You moan softly as you chew because god does this man understand seasonings and flavor combinations? You take another bite, your eyes closing slowly, and he snorts, shaking his head. Your eyes pop open, and you look at him. 

“That good, huh?” He asks, and you scoff, trying to feign indifference 

“It’s not bad.” 

He tosses his head back laughing, his hand on his chest as he wheezes. He wipes away a little tear and balls up his napkin, throwing it at you. 

“Oh, shut the fuck up, that’s the best stir fry you’ve ever had and you know it. You’ve never been able to resist it. You think I don’t remember all the times you’d beg me with those pretty little eyes and that little lip wobble? “Oh, Nero, will you make it for me? Please?” He says in a high-pitched voice, and you can't help but giggle, covering your mouth as you shake your head 

“Oops, sorry, don’t remember doing that!” 

“Uh huh, and I bet you don’t remember how I’d spank you when you lied. Now shut up and eat.” 

Your eyes widen, and you do as he says, shoveling more food into your mouth.

Really…really delicious food.

As promised, once you’re done eating, you get to the dishes, you collect the bowls and cups, and bring them over to the sink as Nero excuses himself for a moment and steps outside. 

You look through the large window in front of you. It’s pitch black out there, so there’s no point in trying to make a run for it currently… which, considering he’s literally out front, is probably a super dumb idea anyway. 

Not to mention, he knows the entire area, there wouldn’t be many places to hide, plus you know there are bears. Wolves probably. Maybe a couple of deer. You wonder if there’s moose in the area; those guys are jerks. 

“You daydreaming again?” Nero comes back into the cabin, leaning against the front door, and your head turns to look at him 

“Uhhh…maybe. Do you uh- you think there’s any moose around here? Meece??” Moo-susis?” 

He chuckles and comes over, his hands behind his back as he approaches you. 

“I don’t think that’s a word, babe.” 

“It could be, you don’t know,” you sass, and he wraps his arms around your waist, he rests his chin on your shoulder, watching you scrub the dish in front of you before taking it from your hands and rinsing it. 

“I was a linguistics major, remember? I think I know words.” 

“How many languages do you know?” You ask, curiosity burning through you, unfortunately. But maybe knowing your kidnapper is a good way of figuring out shit to use against them. You know, movie-type stuff. 

“26” 

Your jaw drops, and he snickers, turning you in his arms and grabbing the dish towel to dry your hands. 

“You were just as surprised the first time I told you.”

He pulls away a little, looking to the floor before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring box. It’s a velvety, soft, black box. Your heart clenches in your chest, and you look up at him…he looks conflicted, almost? 

“I want you to have this.” Nero takes your hand, sliding an ice blue sapphire ring on your finger. It’s beautiful, the silver setting makes it stand out even more. 

“I didn’t want anyone to steal it… when they-“ He coughs awkwardly, his voice shaking. “When uh- when they took heraway. I couldn’t- I couldn’t bury it with her. I want you to have it.” 

“Nero… I-“

“Please? Just. Please.” His hands are shaking as he cups your face. “Please just take it, Ari,” he whispers as he kisses your forehead. Tears are streaming down his face as he rests his forehead against yours. 

“We’re gonna make it this time, baby.” 

This was getting serious. 

He leaves you alone, kissing your hand softly before walking to the bedroom, the only bedroom in this place. You turn back to the sink, staring at the sudsy water in front of you, and sigh. There wasn’t any escape; he kept the car keys on him at all times, not to mention you didn’t even know where you were, it’s not like you could run through the woods. 

But playing the damsel in distress wasn’t really your thing. 

On the other hand… 

Maybe it was best to play along, for as long as it took Eddie to find you. And he would find you, you knew that. None of them would rest until they did. You’re just praying they’ve figured out the connection between Joel and Nero.

You finish up the dishes and dry your hands, taking your time to really dry them. Carefully rubbing each finger, patting dry the tops and 

“Are you okay?” Nero is standing in front of you now, and you blink rapidly, shaking your head. When did he come back out??

He guides you over to the kitchen table and pulls a chair out for you.

“I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you, maybe it was too soon.” 

Oh. You think? 

“No, no, it’s beautiful,” You say, staring at it on your finger. Because it is beautiful. It is everything someone could ever want in a ring. The similarities between you two were insane, and there’s just a small, deep part of you growing… a little flower blooming in your heart, making you wish you had met her…making you wish you’d gotten the chance to know this girl. But it seemed by the way Nero looked into your eyes as you studied the ring that maybe you knew her better than you thought you did. 

He gets up from the table, kissing the top of your head, and leaves you to your thoughts. His hands linger on your shoulder for a minute before he pulls away and goes to the bedroom again. 

You’re lost in thought again, thinking about what kind of ring Eddie would get you, if things came to that. He’d put so much thought and care into it, oh, he’d take ring shopping… but at the end, he’d throw in just one last little surprise, so when he proposed, you’d be putty in his hands. 

It’s hard not to be putty in his hands. His really…really nice hands. 

You’re broken from your daydream when you hear a weird noise coming from the other side of the couch. You look over from your seat at the table to see Nero blowing up an air mattress. 

“What are you doing?” You get up from the table and walk over to him, absentmindedly wiping your hands with the towel again

“Oh, I figured you’d want the bedroom. So I’m setting this up for myself. It’s easier to just do it now before we settle in.” 

“You’re… letting me have the bedroom?” You say skeptically, and he stops the pump 

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” 

“You don’t want to sleep with me?” It’s a stupid question. But how could you not?? Ask that? Because huh?!

“Do you want me to sleep with you?”  

You’re not even sure how to answer that. Your first thought is hell no. But what if you say that and he gets mad?? You shrug awkwardly, and he smiles softly. 

“I know you don’t, it’s okay. I didn’t think you’d want to on the first couple of nights anyway.” 

“Nero?” You say hesitantly as he puts a pillow case over his pillow 

“Hm?” 

“I want you to sleep with me.” 

His hands freeze, he looks up at you slowly, “Y-you what?” 

“I want you to sleep with me, I’m afraid of the dark, I… I don’t want to be alone.” 

He just stares at you, blinking slowly like he can’t quite figure you out. But he’s not going to refuse you, hell no, he’d be stupid to do that. 

“Are you sure?” He swallows thickly, and you nod 

“I’m sure.”

“Okay… uh, just let me set my stuff up in there, I guess. You can change your mind whenever you want, honey, I’llunderstand, okay?” 

“Okay… thanks”

He keeps giving you looks as he picks his stuff back up, he pulls the plug on the air mattress, but keeps it in the middle ofthe floor just in case. You watch him from the couch, letting your head fall back against it as he transfers his stuff into the other room. 

Was it wise to sleep in the same bed? You’re not sure. But gaining trust was more important than anything at this point…and you know, not gonna lie, you honestly were afraid of the dark like… especially in a random ass cabin in the middle of nowhere? 

Oh, you’d seen that movie. Buck forced you to watch it with him and Eddie, and you stayed curled up in Eddie’s lap for most of it, to which Buck later told you was his plan to get you and Eddie to share a bed. He’d made Eddie sleep with you two, claiming he was also kinda scared. 

He even took pictures of you cuddling in the morning. 

“Hey, if you’re gettin’ tired, we can hit the hay.” 

You hadn’t even realized Nero had come back out and was watching you again, you hadn’t realized you daydreaming was real dreaming, and that you’d fallen asleep waiting for him to get set up. 

“If you want to,” you mutter sleepily, letting your head fall to the side as you blink your eyes open at him, and he smiles, helps you up from the couch, and keeps his arm around you as he guides you into the bedroom.

You wake up a little to get into the pajamas he gave you, which incidentally is just one of his t-shirts, but you’re too tired to complain much, and you’re sure it wouldn’t go over well anyway. You watch him take off his pants and pull his shirt over his head, he lays his pants on the chair in the corner, and walks over to the bed. 

He is fine as hell. God, if only he weren’t crazy, you know you and Eddie would be thirsting over him together. The tattoos covering his arms are gorgeous. He seems like the kind of guy to have a story behind each one. He turns to the side to set his slippers on the floor, and you see it, just a simple date, forever branded into his skin. You reach your fingers out, and he flinches for a second 

“I’m sorry I-“ 

“It’s her birthday,” he says quietly, before shutting off the lights and getting into bed. He pushes you back slowly onto your back and kisses you, intertwining your fingers with his. Your breath hitches, and he smirks, going to kiss your neck. 

“That’s this weekend,” You say as he sucks on your pulse point, and you huff, rubbing your thighs together. 

“Mhm… and don’t worry, baby. I’ll make it one you remember.” 

He pulls away now, pulling you into his chest and cuddling you. 

“Goodnight Firefly” 

A nickname, one that would explain the little firefly underneath the date.

“Goodnight, Nero.” 

You wake up around three am to pee, you slip from his arms and creep over to the chair in the corner.

Sleeping together = He’s in the room. 

He’s in the room = His clothes are in the room. 

His clothes in the room = The car keys 

You can’t drive off, you don’t know where you are, but maybe you can do something to the car and get stuck there? Because with the picture and tracker you planted, you know they’ll find you. You hear the clink of the keys and freeze. Nero sighs softly, turning over in bed, and you wait a full two minutes before you move again. You grab the keys and sneak out of the bedroom, hightailing it out to the car. 

“Okay… okay. What can I do??” You look around the car frantically, and you don’t have much time. You find a pack of nails in the glove box and pop it open; it’ll have to do for now. You go to the back wheels and stick a couple of nails in each one, creating a slow leak. Maybe if you can figure out how to get back to the little town you passed, you’d be able to get some help. You sneak back into the house and back into the bedroom where Nero is still asleep. You quietly place the keys back in his pocket and go to use the bathroom. When you come out, Nero is sitting up in bed, and your heart drops. His bedside lamp is on, and he’s just staring at the blankets covering his lap. 

“Nero?” You say quietly 

Oh shit, did he find out?? 

He keeps staring at the blankets, and that’s when you notice the tears streaming down his face. 

“Nero?!” You hurry to the bed, climbing on and crawling over to him. “Hey… hey, look at me.”

“I had the dream again,” He whispers. “The one where I watch them bury you… But here you are, you’re right here. He pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms tightly around you, practically squeezing the air out of your lungs. 

“You’re right here. My baby, my sweet, sweet Aurora, you’re here with me.” He rocks back and forth slowly, rubbing your hair, but the tears don’t stop, and soon you feel them streaming down your cheeks. 

“I-I’m here… Nero, I’m right here.” You whisper back, holding onto him, “I’m right here, baby.” 

No matter how shitty this situation is… You understand. You understand his insanity… you’d do the same thing if Eddie had died… 

Okay, actually fuck no you wouldn’t. But you know you’d think about it!!! 

He lies back, holding you tightly in his arms as he breathes slowly.

“Where were you?” He asks quietly, and you try your best to keep your breathing and tone even 

“Did you get out of bed?” You ask, and he shakes his head, “Couldn’t move.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“Where were you?” 

“In the other bathroom,” you say casually, and he thinks for a moment. 

“What’s wrong with the en-suite? Do you not like it?” 

“No! Of course, I do! It’s gorgeous! A girl just needs her privacy sometimes, you know.” 

You’re praying he just accepts this and shuts up. He pulls you tighter against him and snickers into your neck.

“Oh, you totally had to take a dump, didn’t you?” 

“Are you kidding me!!” You turn over and slap at his chest, and he laughs hard, trying to grab your hands 

“No!! I just wanted privacy!” 

“Yeah fucking right,” he laughs, and you punch him in the chest before turning over and huffing embarrassedly. 

Hey, it was better than him knowing you snuck off to the car, right? 

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Hey!! For once I have the “Sorry I’m not writing I was in the hospital and almost died” things!! 🤣🤣🤣

The next episode of Strawberries and Cream will be out this month.