#ari writes

Buddie | Spanking/Pre-Bi Realization | E

8,030 words

Buck has always known Eddie has a nice ass, and he is secure enough in his sexuality to let him know as such. It’s no big deal… Until it is.

The problem is, Buck broke the touch barrier. Before, Eddie’s ass existed in his reality as much as a mirage exists in the desert—something to observe at a distance with wonder. He could only dream about what it would be like to kneel at its shore and drink from its waters, but who wouldn’t? He’s thirsty as hell! But then, Buck actually managed to reach it and discovered it isn’t a mirage, it’s an oasis, and now he’s just supposed to move on?

One would think Revival would be the chance to write happy things for P4.

💜💜💜💜 I'm glad that I'm trying to be back. I've been feeling not like myself so I'm trying to get back to it. Glad to see you in my asks!

Jack looked up from his phone and took a deep breath before shaking his head at Robby's hopeful look, "She came home looking shell-shocked, refused to talk about it, took a shower, and then cried herself to sleep-"

"And you let-"

"Well, it's not like she wanted me to hear it."

Robby exhaled roughly and rubbed his hands over his face. "Is it against my Hippocratic oath to WANT those people to die somehow?"

"As long as it's not in our catchment area, at this point I don't care," Jack said bitterly.

The other man snorted and started to lumber towards the bathroom, going to shower the day off, grunting an acknowledgment when Jack called after him that there was food in the kitchen.

Neither of them had wanted you to go today. To see the people who "raised you". Raised you by inflicting as much damage as possible. Forcing the responsibility of holding your broken family together in your little hands even as the shards shredded your tender flesh to ribbons.

A father who spent most of your childhood in jail. A mother who had boyfriends while he was in and kicked you out when they started to look at you with too much interest, only letting you move back in when dad asked too many questions about why you were gone.

Robby stopped at the side of the bed, re-dressed in sweats, and sat on his side of the bed. Brushing hair out of your face, he winced when he peeled it away from the dried tear tracks, and you stirred. "Shh," he soothed, "You're home, sweetheart."

"Can heat up dinner," you manage, voice thick with sleep, starting to push yourself up.

"Jack's got it for me baby," he murmured. "You feel okay?"

"I'm fine-"

"Come have dinner with me? Jack said you went straight to bed." He wasn't going to call you out for lying. Not when your pillow was still damp under your right hand.

You shake your head, "I just. Today was long. I was tired."

Tired. It covered a multitude of ills.

His lips twitched and he leaned up to kiss your forehead, "Then come sit in Jack's lap. Then we can watch some TV until you go back to sleep."

"Robby-"

snippet under the cut if you're curious