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deanswhiskey · 15 days

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𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 - 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

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summary; its sams birthday and his wish comes true

wc; 1,113

warnings; nothing but some kisses

authors note; AAAAHHHHH IM SO SORRY I HAVENT POSTED IN AGES BUT I WANTED TO PUT OUT SOMETHING FOR SAMS BIRTHDAY AND IK ITS LATE BUT OH WELL i promise ill start writing more when i'm done with this semester :))) also this is proofread bc i rushed to put this out apologies for any mistakes

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the late, late night of may 1st was spent alone in the kitchen. you were so graciously baking your best friend sam a beautiful birthday cake.

since arriving to the bunker and having a ginormous kitchen all to yourselves, you thought it’d be a great idea to start baking and cooking again. being on the road, hunting monsters, you never got the chance to cook or bake. the only cooking you ever did was heating up some frozen dinners for everyone from the store.

not that you minded, sometimes they were good; but nothing, nothing, ever beats a home cooked meal. and to top it all off, homemade dessert.

that’s why when you all settled into the bunker, you went on a big grocery spree and bought almost everything in the store.

the very first meal you cooked was fettuccine alfredo with chicken. something your mother used to make all the time when you were younger and have loved ever since.

when sam and dean walked into the kitchen they couldn’t help but notice the divine aroma.

“‘m my god, what’s that smell,” dean asked searching around for what could be it.

you moved out of the way of the stove to show them a view of the food, “it’s fettuccine alfredo and chicken. it’s almost ready, fo you two wanna set the table?”

they both nodded with enthusiasm, getting plates and forks and knives and set them on the table nearby.

the noodles, sauce, and chicken were finally done and incorporated. you took the pan and a large spoon to scoop it with and headed over to the boys who looked like they were about to start eating from the pan. as soon as the food hit their plates they wasted no time digging in. you chuckled as you watched them almost eat it whole.

that night marked the start of some of the best food sam and dean had eaten.

so now you were baking and decorating the most extravagant looking cake for the man you were secretly in love with.

you don’t know when it happened but something changed and you no longer wanted to just be friends; you wanted more. more than just a quick side hug when celebrating, more than just high fives. you wanted whole, endearing hugs; you wanted to interlink hands and never let go.

the cake you were baking you surly knew sam would like. it’s his favorite cake flavor and a beautiful frosting color. you even added ruffled borders on the top and bottom and near perfect lettering on the top. this cake was made with love.

it was 11:49 pm when you finished and you had flour in your hair, frosting on your shirt, and excess batter on the counter. the cake was put in the fridge to chill over night and the kitchen was finally cleaned 10 minutes later. you quickly showered before hopping into bed with a small smile on your face knowing your best friend would be so happy with everything.

morning came and you and dean had to be the first ones up to set out everything. dean went out to buy balloons (that you and dean so tiresomely blew up) and banners to hand from the walls. he also set out the few presents the two of you bought, even after sam said he didn’t want anything (you both knew you were gonna buy him something anyways), and you set out the cake with the candles, lighting the fee of them up.

sam walked into the kitchen rubbing his eyes. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!” he jumped at the two of you screaming.

after his scare went away, his eyes lit up like a child at their very own birthday. he rushed over to you thanking the both of you for doing this. he glanced at the cake, “did you make this?”

“with love,” you nodded.

“make a wish, brother,” dean patted his back. sam closed his eyes thinking, he knew exactly what we was going to wish for. he bent down slightly and blew out the candles. you didn’t bother with making breakfast because you knew cake for breakfast would excite anyone.

sam was very giddy to open up his presents. he was ever so thankful for the few new flannels, nice watch, and a new belt you guys gave him.

the three of you sat in the movie room and watched a bunch of old movies. sam has grown very fond of old films. he likes western ones the most.

it was getting late and dean decided that he’d had enough of movies and was feeling sleepy.

now it was just you and sam, on the couch, in the movie room, alone.

the movie was at a slow part, just the main two characters talking in an old western barn.

“did you have a good day?” you turned to sam.

he looks over at you, he loves that smile on your face. “i had probably one of the best days ever. that cake? phenomenal, probably the best thing you’ve baked.”

you blushed and looked down. after a moment of silence you looked up again, sam still looking at you, “what’d you wish for?”

“i cant tell you that,” he chuckled.

“c’mon,” you dragged out.

“no, i can’t!”

“please, for me” queue the big puppy dog eyes.

how could he resist those eyes? “fine, but you can’t get upset.”

why would you get upset?

sams heart is racing. “i wished for you.”

“me?”

“mhm, you.”

“wh- i- why me?”

“because you’re all i’ve ever wanted.”

you were speechless. “sam, i-”

“you don’t have to say anything, it’s okay.”

the saddened look on his face broke you’re heart. “listen to me sam,” you started to smile. “i feel the same way. i mean it when i said that cake was made with love.”

a smile grew on his face. “can i kiss you now?”

it felt like you couldn’t breathe, “yeah,” it came out as a whisper.

sam gently cupped one side of your face as he drew in closer. his lips brushed yours before he fully smashed his lips to yours.

you’ve dreamed on this moment for a while. it was more than you could’ve ever imagined. his lips were soft. he tasted slightly of whiskey that the three of you sipped on earlier and it was perfect.

“my birthday wish finally came true,” sam says just above a whisper.

“good, i’m glad.” you smiled.

the two of you fell asleep on the couch with the old western movie quietly playing in the background. both you and sam fell asleep with a smile on your face in each others arms.

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jeansllvr · 1 year

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— Show Me Off

+ streamer!kenma x fem!reader

summary: after keeping your relationship with kenma a secret for over 3 years, you both think it's time to announce the news.

notes: this was longer than I intended to be my bad 💀, I only know a few games MAX so I'm tryna work on that, this was my first time writing/publishing my writing works so please bear with me on that 🙏🏾

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When you first started dating Kenma you had absolutely no idea he was a famous streamer. His first time bringing it up was 7 months into your relationship.

"Kenma what do you want to eat?" You said making your way from the kitchen to the master bedroom, pausing in the door frame. "I was thinking alfredo pasta with baked chicken but I'm done for whatever."

"That sounds fine my love, anything you make is gonna be delicious anyways." He said, looking up from his phone to shoot you a smile.

You smiled and made a 'hum' sound as you walked back out.

After you took out the ingredients you also took out your phone and made your way to youtube.

You had a habit of turning on one of your favorite streamers/artists whenever you needed to get work done because somehow, it always made working much faster.

As you were scrolling through the recommended page, you noticed Kenma in one of the videos thumbnail. Letting curiosity kill the cat, you pressed on the video to see what it was about.

And as much to your surprise, your boyfriend of 7 months, was streaming to over 1 million people. Even if this video was old it still blew your mind how you never noticed your boyfriend was a damn streamer.

Setting your phone down you head back into the master bedroom, to have your boyfriend confess to his sins.

"So... You just weren't gonna tell me about you being a famous influencer?"

Looking up from his phone, Kenma took a while to really understand what you meant. "What are you- Oh.. Yeah, my bad."

"My bad? You kept this little secret off yours for 7 months and all I get is a 'my bad'". Your voice getting a bit more high-pitched at the end to mock Kenma.

He chuckled a bit before saying, "I honestly forgot to tell you, my love. I didn't really think it mattered that much."

"I mean it doesn't.. but it would have been nice to know."

He got up from his side of the bed, making his way towards you. When he reached you, he snaked his hands around your waist before kissing you.

"Sorry, I'll let you know next time."

Even though your eyes rolled to appear annoyed, the smirk on your face said otherwise. "Yeah, yeah, whatever.

୨⎯ Present Day⎯୧

"I think I'm ready." Was the first thing that was said by you as you were on Kenma's lap.

Pausing the CoryxKenshin video playing on the tv, he looks down at you, "For what exactly?"

"To announce I'm your girlfriend to your followers."

That topic wasn't brought up so often, after you found out about Kenma's career, he made sure that nobody would know of you if that's what made you comfortable.

It wasn't that you were uncomfortable with the attention, it's just that you weren't really used to it and you decided you needed to warm up to it step by step.

Kenma, understanding it all too well, agreed with you that nobody had to know until you were 100% ready.

Guess that today was that day.

"You sure? Like 100% sure? Don't work yourself up if you're not ready, baby."

"Don't worry I'm not! I do think I'm ready and besides, it can't be a secret for long. We're already 3 years into our relationship and nobody but close friends and family know." You said, sitting up so you two could be eye to eye.

"True," He gave you a quick peck on the lips. "Then we'll do it tomorrow, since I was already planning on streaming that new game."

You simply nodded your head, going right back to resting position on his lap, as the video plays once more.

୨⎯ The Next Day⎯୧

"Stay off to the side until I announce you okay my love?"

"A demanding man today I see." Sarcasm lacing your voice, as you started poking him.

Even though he shook his head and rolled his eyes, you could still see the sly smirk spread across his face. "Oh whatever menace."

Your laughing started to cease as you saw he had started the stream, now it was time to get quiet.

It took a few minutes but eventually more and more people started joining the stream. You were still taken aback by just how many people there were watching him, watching you.

To get your mind off of that though, you decided to read the comments off screen.

@gloharchive: heyyy kenma!!

@plazafolres: watching this stream > studying

@kenmasear: HEYYY

@shoyosunshine: WHAT ARE WE PLAYING TODAY KENMA??

You hear light chuckling next to you, turning you see Kenma also reading the comments.

"Hey to you all. Donations already? Thank y'all so much."

You looked down towards his right hand, he must have taken your hand into his while you were lost reading the comments. You gently traced your thumb up and down his pointer finger before looking up again—as he began to talk once more.

"Yeah we're gonna be playing that new Amanda the Adventurer game. Alot of y'all on twitter have been bugging me about it since it came out." He used his left hand to go to the game's home-screen.

@kenmakozime: WE ALL CHEERED!

@cupipetals: y'all think he's gonna be scared shitless??

@ivanghw: @cuoipetals oh most deff

"But before that.. uh I have some news for y'all," He turned towards you, using his eyes to ask one final time 'are you sure?'

You thought about it for an amount before looking back up to face him and with a sharp nod pushing all those worries down to focus on the now, focus on the fact that people will finally know who Kenma Kozume belongs to.

He smiled once more before turning back to the camera, checking one more time before announcing it.

@kenmasoneandonly: announcement??? getting kinda nervous

@miyatwins_lover: TELL US TELL US TELL US TELL US!!!

@kenmaluvrr: are you filming with shoyo or kuroo???

@ivan: STOP READING AND TELL US? HELLO?

"Alright. Alright. I'll tell y'all now, you demons." Pulling your hand into the camera's view, he kisses it while maintaining eye contact.

You break it by going to read the comments again, noticing how fast they're going than before.

@kenmasoneandonly: WTF?? WTF WHO IS THAT???

@meg_megan: DAMN.

@ricooyat: HUH?? KENMA PULLS??

Before you could look at him again, he pulls you onto his lap so the stream can see your face. You weren't expecting it so you flash a quick and awkward smile.

"Hey.. y'all." Stiffly waving towards the camera.

"Go easy on her guys, she's a lil camera shy." Kenma says with a straight teasing tone as he pokes your back.

You manage to hit his shoulder. "Stop your dork, at least lemme introduce myself first." Playfully rolling your eyes, "So inconsiderate."

"Oh my apologies your highness."

"Thank you," Whipping your hair in his face, "Anyways, hello! I'm Y/n, nice to finally meet y'all."

You began to read the comments again.

@SCORPIOGEMS: AHHH OMG SHE'S SO PRETTY??

@kenmaslefttoe: congratulations! (I'm dying right now)

@hshramint: do y'all see the cute banter they do?? I can't.

@meganthestallionshorse: AWHH WHAT

@hannisdrops: stop she's actually so freaking cute I need her socials

@kenmaslove: Y/N I'M ON MY KNEES WAIT.

Kenma let you read as many as you wanted before starting the game, you gave the occasional 'thank you's and flirty replies back. You started to forget the worries you had about coming on stream.

You found the comments amusing and Kenma's reaction to the flirty ones made you bust into a fit of laughter.

After answering some questions about you and your relationship with Kenma, you made sure to give everybody your socials before deciding it was time to leave and let Kenma do his own thing.

"I'll be in the living room if you need me."

"Alright my love, I love you." He reached his hand out to your chin, guiding you to his lips and you shared a tender kiss.

"I love you more."

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lokis-army-77 · 1 year

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Knight in Shining Leather

BBF!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 2928

When a date starts to go downhill and her brother is out of town, the only person Reader can call is her brother's best friend.

Based on a TikTok by @ Read_between.the_wines

Warning: 18+, oral (f receiving), angst, fluff, unprotected sex.

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The date had been going well for roughly three minutes before the jackass in front of me commented on what I had ordered. The guy had asked me out to Enzo’s and like hell would I order a salad when I could have pasta. As soon as the words “Chicken Alfredo'' came from my lips he scoffed and casually shook his head.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you should be eating all those carbs.” then he looked to the waiter and said, “She’ll have the Caesar salad and I’ll take an 8-ounce serolin, well done.”

“But-” I had tried to interrupt.

“No but’s. You shouldn’t be eating pasta, all that will turn to fat.”

I frowned and sat back in my chair, hands white-knuckling the seat. He ended up snapping the waiter away and then preceded to only talk about himself for the next fifteen minutes. He even had the audacity to firmly grip my knee under the table. It wasn’t in a nice grip either, it was a tight, bruising grip that felt a little like he was claiming ownership over me.

The more he talked and the tighter he gripped my leg the more I sunk into my chair. I barely ate any of the salad when it came and my stomach felt like it was in knots and not in a good way.

“Sorry, can I excuse myself for a moment?” I asked, pretending I had to go to the restroom.

The guy waved me off and I quickly grabbed my clutch and bolted to the back hallway. Out of sight, I dug in my purse for the thick rectangle that was my cell phone. I went to dial my older brother’s number but stopped when I remembered he was currently not in Hawkins. Then I remembered Eddie, Steve’s best friend.

He was a gruff metalhead who I knew would have no trouble with this guy. So, I dialed his number as fast as I could and thanked whatever god there was that he answered within one ring.

“Eddie Munson, at your service.” His voice rang through the receiver in a gruff melody.

“Eds?” I whispered. “Can you come and get me from Enzo’s? Stevie isn’t here to save me and the guy I’m on a date with is giving me some really bad vibes.”

“Yeah princess, I can come get you. Just sit tight and I’ll be there in five.” I could hear the short strain in his voice, no longer melodious.

“Thanks, Eds, you’re the best.”

“Anything for my best friend’s baby sister.”

I huffed at being called that. “Eddie, I’m twenty-three, Steve is only a year older than me.”

“You’re still the baby, Princess.”

“Shut up and come get me already. I can’t handle him gripping my leg anymore, I think I can see his handprint bruising my knee.” I gave him no time to answer back before pressing the END button and walked as casually as I could back to my seat.

The guy hadn’t moved an inch, still munching on his food. I grazed my salad as I kept my eyes trained on the door, watching for the familiar shag of long, dark, curly hair to enter. Minutes later the loud revving of a motorcycle engine prickles my ears and my head shoots to look from the door out the windows. Eddie is taking his helmet off and swung his leg over his bike before practically stomping his way inside the restaurant. When his eyes meet mine he's on me in a second, hands picking me up from my seat and eyes roaming over me.

“Are you okay, Sweetheart?” Eddie asked.

I just nodded, trying to get his hand off of me so I could start walking for the door. “I’m fine, I just really wanna go home Eds.”

“Okay, let’s go.” He snatched up my hand and pulls me along with him but we stop in our tracks when I am held back by another firm grip on my other wrist.

“Dude, what the fuck do you think you’re doing with my girl?” My rude date exclaimed, the whole restaurant going quiet at his volume.

Eddie takes one swift look at the guy's hand squeezing tightly onto my wrist and then at the uncomfortableness on my face before he pries the handoff and pouches the guy backward.

With blown eyes and crazy hair, Eddie points a long bony finger at him. “Don’t you ever lay a finger on her again, got it? If you do, I’ll fucking kill you, fucking cunt.” He practically spat the words in the guy's face, leaving him stunned.

Eddie took my hand again and walked me outside to his bike where he looked me over once more. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, Eds, I’m sure. I just want to go home now.”

“Alright, but let me get a look at that knee.” Eddie reached down to pull my knee into the light of the street lamp and examined the faint hand mark that was starting to show. His breath caught in his lungs. “I should go back in there and fuck him up. Who the fuck does this to someone?”

“Eddie, calm down.” I placed my hands on his firm chest, looking up into his rage-filled eyes, they softened when they met mine. I felt a small tingle erupt in my stomach as he looked at me.

He sighed and reached behind him on the seat for his helmet. "I'm calm. Here, let's put this on." He moved the straps to the side end and placed the helmet on my head, adjusting it so it wouldn't fall off.

My heart raced as his calloused fingers brushed the skin of my neck.

"Thank you." I smiled at him through the visor. He only nodded and seated himself on the bike. He reached his hand out and I took it, stabilizing myself as I tried to seat myself behind him without flashing everyone. Dresses really weren't made for riding motorcycles.

"What about your helmet?" I asked, concerned.

"Haven't got a second one."

My breath hitched as my chest came into contact with his back and his arms reached behind him to take mine and hug them around him.

We had gone to school together and graduated the same year, and even though he was friends with my brother, we had never really hung out before. I had never thought of him in a way that had my stomach erupting in butterflies, until now. The way he had barged into the restaurant and checked on me, the way he had put that douchebag in his place, it all had me wishing I could take care of the slow ache that was manifesting itself between my legs.

I hadn’t realized it but my hands had been roaming over his chest, stomach, and thighs the whole time we were driving. My subconscious took over as I thought of how hot Eddie had looked all angry.

Had I been paying attention, I would have realized far sooner that we were not headed back to my house, rather we were now pulling into the spot where Eddie parked his bike at his trailer.

When the engine cut off, I spoke up.

"Eddie, why are we here? I asked you to take me home." My fingers were fumbling with the straps to take it off.

Eddie stood and climbed off the bike, careful not to accidentally push me off. I stopped fooling with the straps when his own hands came to take it off and toss it somewhere behind him.

I gasped as he pulled my face up to look at his. His eyes were dark and his brow was quirked up.

"What made you think that you touching me like that would make me want to take you anywhere but my place?"

"I- I-" I was at a loss for words.

He stared down at me, face crowding mine. "Do you want me, Princess?" He asked and I sputtered on my own breath.

"I- Eddie we can't." I averted my eyes from his.

His hand came up to hold my chin, pushing me to make eye contact. "Ah ah ah. That's not what I asked. Do. You. Want. Me?"

The emphasis on each work had my legs quaking and if I hadn't already been seated on the bike, I would have fallen to the ground from how weak my knees were."

In my head, I had a battle of my thoughts. Eddie was my brother's best friend, sleeping with him was a line that shouldn't be crossed. But on the other hand, he was right here, standing tall and attractive, literally offering himself up.

My own selfish desires won out in the end as I slowly nodded my head. "Yes, I want you."

Before I could even register it, Eddie had slammed his mouth on mine. I leaned up into the kiss, small moans leaving me as I pushed my hand up into his hair at the nape of his neck. His hands roamed my body before hooking around my waist and lifting me off the bike. We stayed connected as he carefully led us both up the stairs and into the already unlocked trailer door.

I pulled away from him, gasping for air. Eddie moved his lips down to my neck, sucking and biting into the skin.

“Eddie,” I pushed at his shoulders.

“Mmm,” He hummed into me.

“Need you right now.” My fingers gripped his denim vest, pushing it off his shoulders with force. Next came his leather jacket, and they both found their new home on the floor of his living room. I smiled and pushed my lips back onto his, sighing at the feel. The taste of him was something I never knew I needed but now that I had had it, I couldn’t live without it.

I wiggled under the touch of his fingers as they graze down from my hips and to the backs of my legs. He pinched the skin there lightly, then pulled me to him. “Jump,” he said and I did it. Jumping as he pulled me to him and wrapped my legs around his waist. The hem of my dress bunched up over my ass, leaving his hands to play with the soft lacy fabric of my panties.

“God, you’re such a dream.” He whispered into my mouth. His feet moved then, walking us back to his bedroom “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you in my bed.” Eddie slowly bent down, laying me over the crumpled sheets of his messy bed. My hair spread out in a halo around my head and as he let go of me to lean back, he smiled. “So funckin’ beautiful.”

I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks, heat filtering through my whole body, collecting in my face and between my legs.

“Shut up and fuck me already.” I whimpered out, hands reaching for him to pull him by the faded band tee back into me.

Together we were a hurricane of limbs and discarded clothes on his bed. Hidden beneath the layers of jackets and chains was a nice sculpted chest with muscled rippling as he moved. I couldn’t help myself from placing my hands on the tattooed skin and feeling how soft he was. His hands in turn pushed up my body, cupping my breasts before setting his mouth on them.

I moaned softly at the feeling of him sucking my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the perked skin, my other hand massaging my other breast. I arched into his touch and whined when he let go with a pop to bless the second nipple. He stayed there for a few minutes before kissing his way down my stomach and between my thighs. I was in such a state of bliss I hardly had any words other than, yes, falling from my lips.

Eddie’s fingers softly touched the skin of my mound, pulling the lips apart gently and breathing a breath. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He smirks and my blush heats up my face. “Bet you taste even better.”

With that, Eddi plunged his tongue between my slit, lapping at the wetness that had begun to pool there. My head was thrown back into the sheets, and my hair was tossed into my eyes. It felt so good to have him licking me up, humming at the taste.

My hips bucked into his mouth as he kept cucking on my clit, drawing more moans from me.

“Fuck, Eddie. So good.” I whined out, hands pulling at his hair.

“I know Princess.” He grins against my pussy before going back in, tongue teasing my hole this time.

I writhed under him, air leaving my lungs. My walls clenched around nothing as he barely pushed his tongue inside me.

“Eddie, Please, need you in me.” I tugged on his hair.

He didn’t respond, only moving one hand to push two of his thick fingers into my cunt. I cried out in pleasure, hips moving in time with the thrusts of his hand. The wet noises filling the room only made me wetter, it felt like I was practically gushing around him.

A tightness in my stomach was quickly approaching and I knew I was about to cum. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” I cried out, hips moving uncontrollably as he continued to pump his fingers in and out while sucking on my clit. He only hummed into me before I was pushed over the edge, my body shaking as I came.

Eddie removed his hand and mouth from my pussy and leaned back on his knees as I tried to catch my breath. Slowly he crawled up my body and smiled at my blissful expression. “You sound so beautiful when you cum for me. Gonna need to hear that again.” He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I could taste my arousal on him.

Slowly, his hand grasped his cock and guided it between my legs, pushing it against my hole.

“Please,” I begged, “need it so bad.” My hands reached around his shoulders, pulling him to me.

Then, he pushed into me. The stretch was more consuming than that of his fingers, I could feel the pleasurable pain shooting through my body as he bottomed out in me, his breath ragged and shaky.

“Fuck, So fucking tight baby.” He moaned into my mouth.

“Move.” I was pleased, legs wrapping around his waist as he began to slowly move his hips.

Short cries left me as he began to pick up his pace until he was practically pounding furiously into my cunt. We were both grunting together like animals as we writhed against one another. The room was hot and it smelled like sex, an arousing, foggy scent.

I had cum once and so I was close to cumming a second time, my pussy sensitive. It didn’t help that Eddie had moved his thumb the rub fast circles onto my clit. I was trying to hold it in but I couldn’t. I let out a cry to warn him of my impending orgasm and all he did was coo into my ear.

“Let go princess, let go. I’ve got you.”

And I did, I let the fire in the pit of my abdomen erupt through me, the loud moans enough to probably wake the whole trailer park. My body shook as he pistoned into me, riding my orgasm out and tipping over into his.

The uneven thrusts of his hips clued me into his fast-approaching orgasm and when he came, cum coating my overworked and spasming walls, I cried out.

Eddie fell over on top of me, exhausted. I giggled as he brushed his hair away from both our faces and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips.

“Can't believe I waited so long to fuck you like that. Better than I had imagined.” He grinned, rolling over onto his side.

I cuddled up into his side, needing his warmth as the room seemed to quickly cool down. “You imagined us together?” I asked surprised at his words.

“Well yeah, for a few years now.” He stated that it was something I should have known.

“I’ve thought about it too. Although more recently than a few years.”

Eddie just grinned and shook his head.

I was quiet for a moment, thoughts swirling in my head. “Eddie?” I spoke up.

“Hum?”

“Thank you for coming to get me earlier. That guy was a real jackass.”

He laughed. “I'll always come to your rescue Princess.”

“You’ll be my knight in shining leather?”

“The one and only.”

“So, are we gonna talk to Steve about this?” I ask, gesturing to ourselves.

“I’d rather not die, but If you want to, we can. But that depends on what this is.”

I thought for a second. We couldn’t really go back to normal, could we? Things would be too awkward. But did I want to risk possibly dating Eddie? What if this ruined not only our friendship but his friendship with my brother?

“Hey, hey, hey, I can practically see steam spewing from your ears at how hard you’re thinking.” He chuckled, placing a hand on my cheek and caressing it with his thumb.

“I think I’d like to try. Us, I mean. We can tell Stevie but just not right now, give it a month or two.”

“Alright Princess, I can do that.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #female reader

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recklesssturniolo · 6 months

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Can you post the Nate story tonight?

Dinner - N.D

Dom!Nate, reader & him are dating, public sex (ig??? I dont know bathroom in public)

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Nate, a couple of his and the triplets friends and I were all out for dinner. It was a decently fancy restaurant so I had chose a nice red dress, Nate dressed in a black dress top and black dress pants. Nate in all black would never not get to me, something about it just sent me every time.

As we get seated and everyone starts looking over the menus, Nick starts asking everyone what they’re thinking of ordering, but I feel Nate place his hand on my thigh. I snap my head to look at him, giving him a warning look, all I get back in return is a smirk.

“Y/N what’re you thinking you’re gonna have?” Nick asks me.

“Oh I’m pretty sure I’m - I’m uh gonna get the Alfredo” I reply, hoping desperately no one thought my stutter was a big deal. Nate had apparently decided it’d be a good idea to move his hand not other further up my thigh, but further inwards as I was speaking.

Everyone makes casual conversation, Nate and I both joining in. I freeze when I feel Nate’s hand move further, putting two fingers directly on my clothed pussy.

“Wet already?” He whispered in my ear.

“Nathan come on this isn’t fair” I whisper back, him once again smirking in response.

“Oh yeah I think Y/N’s been there right?” Chris speaks up.

Hearing my name snaps me out of my thoughts of the want I had for Nate. For his fingers to be inside me, to hear him groaning as he pounds into me.

“I’ve been multiple times! It’s a beautiful place you just - uh you like - “ Cutting myself off mid sentence as Nate starts moving his fingers in circles over my clit.

“Are you alright?” Chris asks.

“Yeah sorry, just not feeling super great but nothing to worry about” I smile back before turning to Nate and glaring at him.

The conversation continues as our food is brought out, however, Nate trailing his fingers lower and slipping one into my pussy caused me to gasp.

Everyone turned to look at me, Nate continued pushing his finger in and out of me, going as far as to add a second. How the fuck was I supposed to speak when he had me like this?

“Shit uh sorry I just think I need to use the bathroom, I’ll be back” I mumble, a blush rising to my cheeks.

Getting to the bathroom and locking the door, my pussy throbbing as I looked at myself in the mirror, the lack of sensation only causing me to grow frustrated.

“Open the door” I hear, knowing by the voice it was Nate.

I open it, my arms crossed and a glare present on my face. I don’t get a chance to speak before Nate lifts me up and places me on the bathroom counter.

“You liked that eh? My fingers inside you even though there were people around?” He smirks.

“Couldn’t help it, it felt so good” I mumble, grabbing his waist to pull him closer to me, smashing our lips together.

“Needy slut” He mumbles through the kiss.

“Nate we have to be fast” I groan out. Knowing it was true, also just not wanting to wait any longer for him.

“Turn around, bend over and face the mirror” He demands, “You’re gonna watch me fuck you”

I was taken by surprise but did as he said, pulling my dress up over my hips as I did. He slaps my ass, causing me to yelp before swiping my folds with his fingers.

“Fucking soaked. Such a little whore” He says, unbutton his pants and letting the drop to the floor.

“Please” I whimper.

“Please what baby? Use your words” He replies.

“Fuck me, please I need you” I say.

Smacking my ass before lining himself up with my entrance, his hand makes its way around my throat.

“Keep looking in the mirror, look away and I squeeze tighter and stop? Got it?” He instructs.

“Yes - I - yes I won’t look away” I whine out, moving my ass backwards, trying to get him inside of me.

“Such a whore, fucking trying anything for my dick to be inside you” He smirks.

We make eye contact through the mirror before he pushes himself into me. A moan escaping my lips, watching his jaw drop slightly as I watched in the mirror.

“Mph fuck Nate, feels so good” I moan.

“Such a pretty slut, you take me so well” He responds, his hand still around my throat.

Picking up his pace, without thinking I drop my head down as a whimper falls from my mouth. Instantly I feel his grip tighten around my neck, “Fucking look in the mirror”

I mumble a sorry before bringing my head back up, watching how his muscles flex as he slams into me and the groans escaping from his mouth.

“Look at yourself, you see how much of a slut you are? Letting me fuck you like this in a public bathroom?” He groans, and slapping my ass.

“My god- yes fuck I see” I whine, feeling a knot in my stomach form as he repeatedly hits my g-spot.

“Are you gonna come on my dick, fuck I can feel you clenching already” He groans, now removing his hand from my throat and placing it on my hip to slam into me harder.

“Yes I’m - fuck Nate I’m going to - I’m coming don’t stop please” I moan, not taking into consideration how loud I was being. Nate lifting my chin up, silently reminding me to look into the mirror.

“Such a good girl, you see how pretty you look coming for me?” He smirks.

I nod but as he continues his fast pace I can’t help but whimper, “Too sensitive Nate I can’t take it”

“Yes you can, just a bit longer and I’ll fill you with my come. You can take it” He groans back.

Whimpers fall from my lips, my legs shaking as he doesn’t slow him pace down by any means, but soon feel his dick twitch inside of me and watch as his eyes clench shut and he throws his head back.

“Fuck you’re tight, coming in you feels so good” He groans out, his voice now raspy.

He pulls out, turns me around and kisses me before saying, “I knew I was fucking you the second you got into the car wearing that dress”

“Oh but I’m the needy one?” I smirk back.

“You do realize I just had you begging and a whimpering mess right? I’d watch what you’re saying” He returns.

I roll my eyes, and start cleaning myself up, Nate fixing his outfit as I pulled my dress my down.

“What are we supposed to tell them?” I ask, now worried about his friends catching onto us.

“Just say you threw up or something” He shrugs.

We walk back to the table and immediately Chris narrows his eyes at us, “You freaky fucks”

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tiredofthehumanlife · 14 days

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Oh my god they were roommates

barbie dolls:lily Evans x you

word: 2.4k ish

summary: your roommate lily had a hard day so you treated her right

warnings: lily has a tongue piercing, you're called Gay by narrator (me), you suck girl dick, lily is trans I said so I'm right you're wrong (/j), noodles mentioned, lily cums in your mouth and you slurp that shit up like a 7/11 slushie, I got sleepily can you tell when, lily uses the toilet while your brushing your teeth idk if that bothers you just check out after they stop banging, I think that it you really just give lily some head and pass out, lily is a ceramic teacher

You had first been a little worried moving in with some rando, but within minutes you lost most of your anxiety. The longer you spent with your lovely roommate, you learned more and more about her. You two quickly became less roommates and more roommate-friends. Her name was Lily Evans. She had fiery red hair, a beautiful laugh, perfect posture, and extremely kissable lips. In a perfectly roommate-y way, you were probably in love with her. She was so kind and so smart. You could go on and on but you were on a time crunch. Less daydreaming, more cooking.

Lily had some particularly pissy clients today. One almost threw a slap of clay at the wall, a couple broke up while she was trying to teach them how to throw a bowl on the pottery wheel, a group of teenage boys asked her if they could make bongs, and someone had the audacity to try to mansplain her own profession.

Lily had called you while she was eating her lunch, telling you everything. You nodded along, giving her all the support. She hung up after her lunch break, you quickly jumped up to your feet and started scittering around the apartment. You did her laundry, folding it gently, and placing it into her dresser. You vacuumed and swept, took out the trash, went out and bought all her snacks, organized them on her bed, and began making her favorite for dinner.

You jumped slightly at the sound of her keys, turning around with the box of pasta like a deer caught in headlights. Lily stared at you, holding onto the strap of her purse. She stared at you blankly, looking between the box and your face. You felt underdressed. Still in your pajamas, while Lily was in her put-together outfit, with a few clay splotches.

“Hi.” You whispered. She jerked her head.

“Hi?” Lily hung her keys in their place, muttering and keeping eye contact as she did. “What are you doing?” You shrugged, glancing back at the boiling pot of water and simmering pan of Alfredo sauce.

“Making your favorite dinner.” Lily jutted her bottom lip out at you.

“That’s sweet,” Lily whispered. She sniffed at the air before turning back to you. “Smells like Clorox?” You nodded.

“I cleaned. And did your laundry, among other things.” Lily stared at you awkwardly.

“Why? Is someone covering over?” You shook your head.

“You had a hard day. I wanted to make you feel better.” Lily whined at you, looking close to tears. She quickly pulled you into a tight hug, crushing the pasta box slightly. You huffed, patting Lily on her back. You heard her sniffle. You tilted your head slightly, gently pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I think I’m going to go cry in the shower now if you don’t mind,” Lily whispered, pulling back. You nodded. She left toward her room as you turned back to the pot, dumping the noodles in.

“Did you like buy all the snacks I like and drop them on my bed?” Lily asked. You glanced over your shoulder.

“yeah, I did do that.” Lily pressed her lips together. She nodded. Lily disappeared into her bedroom again. You continued making dinner. You glanced up at the sound of her slippers dragging across the floor. Lily had a new outfit and a towel in her arms, all wrapped up in her green robe. She stopped by the oven, placing a kiss on your cheek before leaving to the bathroom. You thought about how most friends didn’t kiss, cheek or otherwise.

You heard the water turn on, stirring the pot. You thought her lips on you more as you continued making dinner. You thought of them lower, on your neck. You thought of them on your shoulder as she pulled your shirt off. You thought them on your hip as she pulled the waistband of your pants down. You thought of them as she pulled your underwear down with her teeth. You thought her painted and chipped nails as she gently pulled your legs apart. You thought of her staring up at you as she kissed your inner thigh. You pulled the pot off the stove, taking it to the sink. You dumped it into the awaiting strainer.

You thought her hands gracing over your bare back with the sun shining through her curtains with small flowers embroidered on them. You thought of her holding onto your hand as you walked through the grocery store, trying to find what you needed to finish a last-minute baking project. You thought of her hands rubbing up to the back of your neck, down to your shoulder blades, and back again while you fell asleep on the couch. You thought of bringing her lunch at her studio. You thought of braiding her hair into her nighttime pigtails with her eyes struggling to stay open. You wanted more than just sex with her. You wanted more than just friendship with Lily.

The water turned off, just as you were plating dinner. You were setting down your two plates on the small round table across from each other. You set out two glasses of water in Lily’s favorite cups. Lily came out of the bathroom soon after that in her pretty pj set. You both ate dinner, debriefing about the day. Lily thanked you a million times. You were able to brighten her moods though, her laugh bouncing off the walls. Lily helped you set the plates in the dishwasher. You both moved into the bathroom, brushing your teeth in silence. Stood around a single sink dipping your heads down to spit like the drinking bird toys. You sat on the closed toilet lid, digging in the bottom drawer for Lily’s comb and detangling spray. You ignored whatever she was doing over the sink, focused on trying to find the matching hair tie to the one in your hand. It matched her pj set.

After you found both hair ties, you left to the couch. You sat down, setting out her comb and detangling spray to the side. Lily joined you soon after, sitting down on the floor in front of you. You gently sprayed all her hair, before combing through it. As you moved through the motions, splitting her hair, and braiding the two parts, Lily told you about the conversations she overheard at her work. Just as you finished the second braid, Lily turned around. She smiled at you.

“I switched out my tongue piercing, look.” Lily opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. In the middle of the pink was a pretty little green ball. You nodded. You wanted to run your tongue over hers.

“ ‘s cute.” She nodded.

“Right?”

“We should make out sloppy so I can play with it.” Lily stared at you, a small grin pricking at her lips.

“What?” You shrugged. Lily tilted her head.

“I was just joking. you know, platonic validation and all that.” Lily sat up, leaning against your thighs.

“Cause, you know, if you wanted to-“ She trailed off. Your breath caught. You would’ve exhaled but she would’ve heard the uneasiness.

“Well, I mean if you’re offering.” Lily nodded.

“Oh, I'm offering.” You glanced around the room, now sitting in the silence of two roommates who are most definitely gay for each other. Lily pulled herself up onto the couch next to you. Lily paused a moment, staring into your eyes. Lily asked if you were sure. You couldn’t want something more. You pressed your lips to hers. You were quickly heating up, her tongue slipping past your lips as you pulled her up onto the couch. Lily straddled your lap, holding on to the back of your neck. She nipped at your bottom lip. You ran your hands up her thighs, squeezing at them. Lily seemed to enjoy that, grinding down into your lap. You let out a breathy moan. She muttered your name. You pulled your head back, staring up at her.

“I'm not having couch sex with you, my room is like four steps away.” Lily pecked your lips before standing and sticking her hand out. You latched onto it following her as she led you to her bedroom.

“Four steps too far.” You whispered, not really wanting her to hear you. Lily looked back at you and rolled her eyes. You were shoved onto the bed in seconds, Lily straddling you again. You brought her lips back to yours. Lily pulled at the hem of your shirt, breaking your kiss. She dropped the shirt behind her. You gently pulled at the bottom of her pajama shirt. Lily smiled at you, raising her arms. You pulled the shirt over her head dropping it off the edge of the bed. You trailed your kisses down her neck, leaving behind a few marks on her clavicle. You pulled one of her nipples into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it as you pinched the other.

Lily whispered your name. You decided you wanted that sound to be engraved into your skull. You slipped your hands under the bottoms of her thighs. You flipped her over, her back hitting the mattress. You pulled yourself over her. Lily smiled up at you as you kissed down her stomach. You met her eyes as you dragged your tongue over the edge of her shorts. She nodded at you. You gently pulled her shorts down her legs before tossing them away. You returned to her stomach, kissing her underneath her bellybutton. When you pulled your face back, you could see her bulge through her thin cotton underwear. You lightly kissed it, feeling her hips jut upwards.

“hurry up with it, don’t tease me,” Lily whispered. You tsked, dipping your fingers into the band of her underwear and pulling.

“Isn’t that half the fun?” Lily quickly grabbed the nearest pillow. She swung her arm and smacked your shoulder. You pulled her underwear past her knees as she set the pillow back. She maneuvered her legs, helping you slip off her last layer. You flung the underwear somewhere over your shoulder as you leaned back down. You lightly blew air between her legs, seeing her stand up more. You gently pressed your lips to her tip, staring up at her. Lily groaned. You pulled her legs over your shoulders. You swiped your tongue over the bottom of her length before pulling her into your mouth fully. Lily moaned as you swirled around her tip. She dropped her hand to the back of your head. As you continued to bob your head, you slid one hand under her leg to massage her balls.

Lily pushed her head back against the mattress as you licked around her tip again. She squeezed her thighs tighter around your head. You moaned around her length. Lily muttered your name as she got closer. You pulled off her, kissing her tip. You dragged your tongue up the side of her dick before drawing her into your mouth again. You moved your head up and down faster, making her breath quicken. You kept your hand between her legs and your mouth on her cock as Lily got closer. She kept one hand on your head as the other trailed to her own nipple.

She tweaked it as she felt herself fastly approaching her climax. Lily jutted her hips up, pushing her length further into your mouth. Lily moaned your name under her breath as she came in your mouth. You swallowed, slowly pulling off her. You licked at her tip, catching the last bit of her cum, before swiping at the corners of your mouth with your thumb. You pressed your thumb into Lily’s mouth. She swirled her tongue around the pad before you pulled her into a kiss. Lily gripped your hips, pressing you against her. You stuck your tongue against hers, feeling her piercing. Lily moaned at the taste of herself. You fiddled at the piercing with the tip of your tongue. Lily pulled back, spit smeared around her mouth.

“Keep kissing me like that and we might have to go again.” You smiled and pecked her lips. You gathered her an outfit from her dresser. You soon after that pulled Lily into the shared bathroom. She used the toilet while you brushed your teeth. She changed into new pajamas before joining you at the sink. She started brushing her teeth as well. By the time you finished, you sat on the toilet lid, watching her. Lily was so beautiful, her moans sounded so beautiful too. As she was rinsing her mouth you felt a craving for something sweet.

“Ice cream is good aftercare right?” Lily spit out her water into the sink, looking over at you. She nodded.

“most definitely. And we could watch another episode of our show.” You excitedly nodded. Lily dropped her toothbrush into the holder.

“Roommates who also give head can cuddle on the couch, right?” you asked as Lily walked with you to the kitchen. She thought about it as she pulled out the ice cream and two bowls.

“Are we still roommates?” She whispered.

“my head game was so bad you're kicking me out?” Lily snorted as she scooped ice cream into the bowls.

“No I just mean, do you want us to be more?” You sighed. You shrugged.

“I think maybe that’s a question that I can decide in the morning when I’m thinking about something other than you.” Lily smiled sweetly at you, handing you your bowl. She gently kissed your lips.

“When are you not thinking of me?” You scoffed, walking behind her to the couch.

“Oh it's practically never, but it might be easier to make important decisions when your moans aren’t ringing my ears.” You whispered as took your first bite of ice cream.

“Are we on episode 7 or 8?” You rolled your eyes at her before informing her you were on episode 9. Eventually, you both finished your ice cream, setting it on the coffee table. You crawled into her arms, laying on top of her as she traced shapes on your back. You both fell asleep in the living room with your show on. In the morning you’d make hard important decisions, tonight you were just doting on Lily.

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bellysoupset · 9 months

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"I can't," Lucas groaned, resting his forehead to the table and wrapping his arms around his stomach, "I'm done."

"No, you're not," Vince pushed the fries his way, looking stuffed himself, but still dutifully munching on his fifth burger, "c'mon, Luke, you know how it is."

He did know how it was. At the current weight category he was sitting at - and Vince too - by the time the next season started, they'd be flung around like ragdolls. They didn't stand a chance.

Lucas nodded, grabbing a handful of fries and bringing it to his mouth, not even bothering to muffle the burp that snuck out as he stuffed his face.

They were sitting at Alfredo's Stopover, a greasy diner with super cheap meals and free refills for their drinks, that was a common stop for the football team and known as simply "Fredo's". Their town wasn't that big to begin with, so they actually got a discount there, Alfredo himself being in his late 60's and whose three sons had been a part of the football team when they were in college.

Pleasantries and manners were wasted in Fredo's.

Vince groaned, patting his stomach and rubbing on the side, working up a large burp. Large enough it startled Lucas, causing him to jump and hiccup.

"Don't do that, you're gonna making me hurl," he groaned, kicking his friend under the table and then wincing when the movement only caused his stomach to churn harder. He was stuffed. Between the two of them they had cleaned up more than twelve full burgers - real stuff, not those tiny things McDonalds' served - five extra large coke cups and three large fries portions.

It was their first cheat day in the new bulking season and at first Lucas had been excited about having greasy fast food instead of ultra healthy protein shakes. It was no longer the case, though.

Vince groaned again, shifting on his seat and then massaging his left side. He had removed the stitches a while ago, but clearly it was still sore when his stomach was stretched like that, "I'm so fucking full..."

"You're bigger than me," Lucas mumbled, eyeing the remaining fries with disgust, "so you can imagine how I feel."

"Uhm," Vin answered, struggling to take a deep breath, "can my stomach burst? Feels like it's going to burst."

Lucas chuckled at the imagery, only for his stomach to jump to his throat. He pressed his fist to his mouth, breathing through the hot nausea pooling on top of his belly and swallowing the fries that tried to come up back down.

"Luke?"

"I'm actually done," he decided, giving up on the last handful of fries, "if I eat another bite I'm gonna barf."

"Pussy," Vince scoffed, reaching over and grabbing the last fries, eating it all in one bite. He thumped his chest, bringing up another burp and then stretched on the booth, spreading his legs apart, "okay, I need a minute for this to settle."

Lucas didn't bother answering, he was feeling too sick to even try and make conversation. The fact that he'd have to eat again in three hours was enough to make his stomach hurt.

Across from him, Vince was pressing on his stuffed stomach, working up a string of unashamed burps and Luke grimaced. He was packed so full, if he burped he was going to hurl.

He leaned back too and tugged at the elastic of his pants, rolling it down and causing Vin to snort in an amused way, "you look pregnant, Luke."

Lucas opened a pained smile, planting a hand on the curve of his belly and holding it, as if he could relieve some of it's weight with his hands alone. Vince belched again, undoing the cords of his own sweatpants and loosening the whole thing up, before tying the silliest bow over his bloated stomach.

They stayed quiet for the longest time, Vince burping up a ton, while Lucas swallowed his food back down, here and there letting out the tiniest of burps, getting no relief from it.

"time for dessert, boys?" Alfredo, the sixties aged owner, stepped to their table, looking terribly entertained, "banana splitz for you both?"

"Jeez, Fredo, you're trying to kill me?" Lucas groaned, elbows planted on the table and staring at his lap, "I really can't eat another bite, I'm sorry."

"Nonsense," Alfredo scoffed, thumping his back in a friendly manner and dislodging a burp, that had Lucas whimpering and swallowing the overly sweet spit that flooded his mouth. He was a short man, with a large gut and curly white hair, "what about you, Vincenzo?"

"Not banana splitz," Vince groaned, muffling a burp on his hand and mumbling, "excuse me... I have that milk bullshit, remember?"

"Oh yes, yes," Alfredo frowned, while Lucas let out a nauseous groan and let out a small, wet belch, "pie then?"

"Uhm..." Vince grimaced, fingers digging on his stomach, "to go? Do you have pumpkin?"

"Alright, to go and pumpkin..." The old man turned to look at Lucas, "you're a little green, son..."

"Yeah, I overdid it," Lucas sighed, resting his forehead to the table, "sorry, Fredo, but no dessert for me."

"It's okay, son, another night," he said cheerfully, messing Lucas' hair and then turned around, "should I call you two a cab?"

"No, I drove us here..." Lucas groaned, although there was no way he was driving out of there, "Vin?"

"I got him, Fredo, don't worry," Vince said, his voice a little strained as he massaged his chest, since a burp had gotten stuck.

Lucas looked up, swallowing the salty spit and making a face, "can't believe you can fit a pie, Vin."

"Not now, it's for later tonight," Vince sighed, then took in a deep breath, working up a satisfying burp. Lucas gagged as he smelt the burgers all over again and ducked his head, swallowing convulsively.

"Luke?" Vince called over his head, "man, don't barf, otherwise you'll just have to make up for it tomorrow..."

"I know," Luke's voice was thick with sickness, "not gonna barf..." he wasn't so sure of it, but he was not going to be sick in Fredo's nice little dinner and cause a mess for other's to clean.

"Okay," Vince said, unsure, "let me know when you're ready to get in the car."

It took him a handful of minutes, time enough for Alfredo to return with Vince's to-go box and to pay for their meal. Finally, finally, as Vince was mindlessly nibbling away at his pumpkin pie, not feeling well enough to eat it or bad enough to put it away, Luke straightened up and cupped his mouth, letting out a deep, long belch.

"Uhm," he groaned, swallowing the sick taste back down, "okay, we can go."

Vince squinted at him, then gestured for the waiter, "Liz, can you get me a bag, please?"

Lucas couldn't even be offended, he wasn't feeling well at all. He waited until Liz came back with an empty bag and Vince took it, along with his pie, getting up with a grunt and staggering as his gravity center shifted.

"C'mere, let me help you up," Vin sighed, offering a hand to Lucas and pulling him to his feet, "try not to toss your cookies, please."

"Doing my best," Luke mumbled, getting up and basically collapsing against Vince. He muffled a burp against his best friend's shoulder and shuddered, a shiver running down his spine, "let's go."

Once they arrived to the car, Vince got in the driver's seat and threw him the bag, "keep it close, just in case."

Luke nodded, lowering his window and breathing in deeply. His stomach was churning something awful, feeling hot and bubbly. Every time he moved, he could feel his meal at the base of his throat. His pants were squeezing him, despite the fact he had pushed them down already.

Vince wasn't even attempting to talk, he was rubbing his own stomach with the hand not on the steering wheel and burping quietly, occasionally glancing his friend's way.

Lucas leaned back, closing his eyes as he felt his stomach churn again. His belly let out a sad, loud whine and Vince whistled, "that sounded nasty."

"It's so fucking upset," Luke nodded, rubbing his belly in circles. It was taut and warm to the touch. The smallest amount of pressure caused a gurgle to sneak up and he rushed to cup his mouth, thinking he was going to be sick, but it was just a wet belch.

"Lucas, use the bag," Vin poked his thigh, "c'mon, man-"

"Not gonna hurl," he mumbled, but opened the bag and hovered over it, spitting the nasty salty saliva, "not gonna lie..." he burped again, "kinda happy this is the last football season."

Vince let out a hum, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, "I guess..." he didn't sound sad or happy, just pensive about it, "we don't have to stop playing together, right?"

"Of course not," Lucas said, then spat again, letting out a moan, "Vin, I feel disgusting."

"Do you need me to pull over?"

"I don't wanna be sick," Luke shook his head, swallowing in a bunch of times, "I can't waste the calories."

"Okay, try leaning back," Vince said, then shifted on the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with his left hand instead of the right one. Then with his free hand he pushed Luke's shirt up and planted the large palm of his hand over the bloated belly, "try burping."

"Are you rubbing my gut?" Luke frowned, thumping on his chest to get an airy burp out. Vince shrugged, wincing when that caused his own stomach to complain.

"Wendy does that for me and it helps a lot."

"No, I know it helps." Lucas said, belching again and leaning his head closer to the window, so the wind could dissipate the horrible smell of his dinner, "it's just you doing it, that's all."

Vince paused the rubbing, raising his eyebrows, "I can stop?"

"No," Lucas groaned, pressing his hand back down, "no, it's fine. It's helping a little."

And it was helping. At least the burps were coming up a little easier, although the smell and the act of burping was making him feel clammy and nauseous. He groaned as Vince hit a pothole on the road and caused his dinner to jump to his mouth. Lucas belched, wetly, and leaned over the bag, being attacked by a gagging fit.

Faintly he heard Vince apologizing and removing his hand, so he could rub his back instead and Luke moaned, spitting again, but not puking, "...fuck me," he whined, "that felt nasty."

"I'm sorry, I'm gonna watch the road," Vin sounded like he had accidentally dropped his favorite sandwich. The mental image caused Lucas to groan and burp again, spitting another mouthful of thick saliva that he knew if he swallowed back down was going to be a huge mistake.

Finally he saw Vince turn the corner of his street, passing by the decoration store they used as landmark. He was so close, he could cry.

Bell's car was parked on the front and the living room lights were on, bleeding out of the closed curtains. Lucas groaned as he realized he'd have to get up, "ugh, thanks for the ride, Vin... Keep the car, I can stop by your work tomorrow to pick it up."

"You sure?" Vince frowned, "I can get an uber home, it's okay. The dorms aren't far-"

"Nah, it's fine," Lucas sighed, rubbing his face and tugging his pants back up, "see you tomorrow for lunch...?" he belched sickly at the idea and Vince opened an amused smile.

"Don't forget to set up the alarm for your 3 AM shake."

Lucas gagged at the thought, "kill me."

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #lucas atwood #overeating #stomachache

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apoemaday · 1 year

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My Boat

by Raymond Carver

My boat is being made to order. Right now it’s about to leave The hands of its builders. I’ve reserved a special place for it down at the marina. It’s going to have plenty of room on it for all my friends: Richard, Bill, Chuck, Toby, Jim, Hayden, Gary, George, Harold, Don, Dick, Scott, Geoffrey, Jack, Paul, Jay, Morris, and Alfredo. All my friends! They know who they are. Tess, of course. I wouldn’t go anyplace without her. And Kristina, Merry, Catherine, Diane, Sally, Annick, Pat, Judith, Susie, Lynne, Annie Jane, Mona. Doug and Amy! They’re family, but they’re also my friends, and they like a good time. There’s room on my boat for just about everyone. I’m serious about this! There’ll be a place on board for everyone’s stories. My own, but also the ones belonging to my friends. Short stories, and the ones that go on and on. The true and the made-up. The ones already finished, and the ones still being written. Poems, too! Lyric poems, and the longer, darker narratives. For my painter friends, paints and canvases will be on board my boat. We’ll have fried chicken, lunch meat, cheeses, rolls, French bread. Every good thing that my friends like and I like. And a big basket of fruit, in case anyone wants fruit. In case anyone wants to say he or she ate an apple, or some grapes, on my boat. Whatever my friends want, name it, and it’ll be there. Soda pop of all kinds. Beer and wine, sure. No one will be denied anything, on my boat. We’ll go out into the sunny harbor and have fun, that’s the idea. Just have a good time all around. Not thinking about this or that or getting ahead or falling behind. Fishing poles if anyone wants to fish. The fish are out there! We may even go a little way down the coast, on my boat. But nothing dangerous, nothing too serious. The idea is simply to enjoy ourselves and not get scared. We’ll eat and drink and laugh a lot, on my boat. I’ve always wanted to take at least one trip like this, with my friends, on my boat. If we want to we’ll listen to Schumann on the CBC. But if that doesn’t work out, okay, we’ll switch to KRAB, The Who, and the Rolling Stones. Whatever makes my friends happy! Maybe everyone will have their own radio on my boat. In any case, we’re going to have a big time. People are going to have fun, and do what they want to do, on my boat.

#poetry #raymond carver #my boat

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theredwritingwitch · 1 year

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Soulmate Fic- Home Cookin’

Pairing: Frankie Morales x reader

Soulmate AU: Food has no taste till you meet your soulmate.

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: food consumption

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Frankie just wasn’t one for parties. He was getting too old for the loud music, too achy for the dancing, and too stubborn for the small talk. Honestly, Frankie was rather hoping to spend his weekend with a cold beer and a small home improvement project in his garage. Maybe even grab a meal with the guys one night. But Santi was back in town, for good this time. Him and his soulmate Yovanna were throwing a housewarming party, and invited several friends and new neighbors over for dinner. Frankie was obliged to go as Santi’s best friend, but deep down, well actually not very deep at all, he loathed every minute of this party.

The cross of his arms and tugged down brim of his cap gave a good indication of Frankie’s lack of interest in the conversation. Even as Benny awed his small audience in the living room with his tale of his latest fight, Will and Frankie stood on their own in the corner of the room. Santi and Yovanna were busy in the kitchen, bickering over food and drinks.

“Santi says Yovanna’s cooking tastes amazing,” Will broke the brief pause in their conversation.

“I bet, but what does his cooking taste like?” Frankie smirked at his friend.

“Probably like a donkey’s ass.”

“Maybe it’s a good thing we don’t know what food tastes like then.”

“Someday you both will try my cooking and then you’ll be begging me for more,” Santi announced as he joined in on the conversation. The two men laughed at their friend as they got a good view of the old Delta Force operator in a greasy apron decaled with the phrase “Life is what you BAKE it.” Frankie played with the small front pocket of the apron as Santi flicked his fingers away announcing to the rest of the house, “Dinner’s ready! Grab a plate, it’s buffet style tonight!”

The guests followed Santi into the kitchen, where a spread of gorgeous food lay out on the kitchen island. Pitchers of pink strawberry margaritas and bright yellow summertime tea sat on the far counter. Colorful and festive bowls of cheese dip, salsa, and feta dip were situated near piles of blue and yellow tortilla chips and pretzel chips. On the island were plates of finely browned meatballs in lush gravy, grilled shrimp in a beautiful lime and lemon salsa, and brilliantly golden ravioli with choice of creamy alfredo sauce or bright red creamy tomato sauce. Even the dessert of a soft and sweetly pink meringue topped with glossy red strawberries and blueberries.

The guests all congratulated Yovanna and Santi on the beautiful and vibrant display of food. A line quickly formed as everyone made their way through the buffet, grabbing food and drinks before sitting down to eat. As the boys waited for their turn for food, Frankie stood behind Benny, smiling as his brother poked and prodded the younger man on his ever elaborating story. Benny, never one to back down from a fight, poked right back.

“Every time I hear you retell that story, it seems to get a little longer,” Will chided.

“And every time I look over at you two old men, I see more lines appearing on your ever growing foreheads.”

“Careful baby brother, these things could be in the genes, you better watch yourself.”

“Why don’t you watch what's ahead of you,” Benny pointed as he shoved Will lightly to the empty space in the line ahead of him.

Will stumbled forward but then purposely leaned back and fell against his brother, pushing the younger man into Frankie and thus forcing him to stumble back. A small squeak of surprise came out from behind Frankie, causing him to quickly turn to find its source. Frankie’s large brown eyes found yours as he turned to start spouting out an apology. You eyed the handsome man before you as he looked at you with his dropping wide open mouth. Frankie expected the person behind him to be one of the couples that showed up together, not the pretty girl next door that came over alone. Caught off guard by the sudden impact and the clear silence, you tried to stammer out an “excuse me” to the man before you.

“No no, I’m sorry. My friend pushed me. It’s my fault.”

“I was standing too close, I could have given you more space.”

“No really it’s my bad. These two idiots get me in all sorts of trouble.”

Your giggle had Frankie smiling as he introduced himself. The two of you made light conversation as you made your way through the line of food and joined the rest of the guests. Many were already chowing down on the colorful food. Santi was explaining how long he grilled the shrimp to give them the crisp they needed for their warm color. Frankie took a bite of the shrimp then, chewing and pulling the shrimp apart just to chew the clearly overcooked shrimp some more before finally swallowing, tasting nothing but the charcoal of the grill and a hint of lime. Frankie froze as all these new flavors hit his tongue. There had been plenty of times where Frankie had eaten Santi’s cooking that he had chewed and chewed the overcooked food to bits, but never once did he properly tasted it. Slowly he lifted the crisp shrimp to his tongue again, lightly tasting the overdone flames of the grill. Now wide eyed, Frankie dropped the shrimp then. He knew what this meant as his brain and eyes went into overdrive, analyzing the people around him. One of these neighbors had to be his soulmate, he just had to figure out if anyone else was having the same stomach turning emotions as he.

Chugging his margarita down to get the terrible taste out of his mouth, Frankie hummed at the delicious tastes that hit the back of his throat. His eyes quickly traveled around the room, taking note of everyone’s reactions. Many continued eating as if nothing was wrong, as if nothing was different. A few couples frowned at the food, but stayed as neutral as possible.

Frankie grimaced and went on to the meatballs, which were undercooked from the looks of the pink center and the raw taste of meat that hit his tongue. Santi must have cooked that as well. Yovanna’s ravioli saved the meal though as Frankie slurped down the tomato sauce and creamy cheese centers of the ravioli. Never in all his dreams and real travels could Frankie imagine the range of tastes that were out there in the world, even if some of them were quite bad. Frankie wondered if his soulmate was going mad from the food. But he couldn’t find anyone freaking out as he was as he looked over the guests to see many conversing with others and continuing on with their eating. He suppressed a groan from the delicious tastes of the ravioli so as to not bring attention to himself, but a cough coming from right next to him broke him out of his thoughts.

There you sat, tucked away in the corner of the room just out of eye sight of Frankie, coughing up rubbery shrimp. A few pairs of sympathetic eyes landed on you, all from people who were clearly couples, as you continued to cough.

“Try the margarita, it’ll help clear your throat,” Frankie watched you intently as he handed you his cup.

You grabbed the drink with thanks and swallowed a decent portion down. Frankie chuckled as your eyes bugged out from the delicious taste.

“Yovanna must have made the margaritas then, because Santi definitely made the tea,” you groaned out.

“I thought the same thing. Just a warning, don’t try the meatballs.”

“Oh no, another Santi creation I presume,” you chuckled and looked over at Frankie.

“Seems to be,” Frankie rubbed his beard contemplating if he should try his luck.

“I’m all of a sudden very new to this whole taste thing…” you paused as you shyly looked over to Frankie.

“Same, I’m new to it as well,” he smiled down at you which only made you mirror his smile. Looking around the room and back at you, Frankie shifted in his seat, “you know maybe the two of us could head out early and see what other things taste like…” Frankie internally groaned at his own words. It had been awhile since he flirted with anyone.

You laughed though, “I think that’s a great idea, we’ve got a lot to experience now don’t we.”

After one shared sweet meringue and at least one week spent together as a couple later; Frankie and you made sure to mail Santi a thank you card for the housewarming party, and enclosed one gift card to a cooking class.

#Frankie Morales #frankie morales x reader #Triple Frontier #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales x you

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daddyy333 · 2 years

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Shittiest boyfriend ever | Steve Harrington

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 5.3k

warnings: Steve is a really bad boyfriend, Steve drinks a bit, reader feeling insecure, reader not feeling good enough, lots of sadness, reader has thoughts of giving up their baby, pregnancy, ?

summary: Steve doesn’t treat you the same anymore, and just as you give up and leave him, you find out you’re pregnant with his kid

You miss your boyfriend. He’s still home with you, living in the apartment with you and sleeping in the same bed. But your boyfriend wasn’t really there anymore. Steve was constantly leaving you behind, ditching you to hangout with other people or go to parties he ended up just complaining about the next morning. Your boyfriend would never do this to you, but Steve would.

You two sat down for movie night and not 5 minutes later, he got a call and decided to ditch you for a party. This happened nearly every time you two tried to hangout, and it was so frustrating but this time you just broke. The door closed and you let the tears fall, sobs racking your body.

All you’ve wanted these last couple months was to spend a night with your boyfriend and just be with him, but every time some excuse pops up and he finds a way to not have to be with you anymore. You let out a shaky breath, turning off the tv and throwing away the popcorn, and putting the snacks away.

Robin brought him home, he was drunk off his ass and you could smell another girl's perfume on him. It made your eyes fill with tears until you smelled it on Robin and realized it was hers. You truly thought he was cheating or something at this point and was waiting for the confession, every little indication of him cheating had you on edge.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find him for a while and he managed to get really drunk while I was looking for him” she said and he stumbled onto you. You sighed and said “it’s fine, Robin. Thanks” you shoved him towards the couch and pushed him onto it, throwing a blanket on him and thanking her again.

“Is everything okay?” She asked and you took a deep breath. You nodded and said “yea, yes everything’s fine. I’ll see you soon, Robin. Get home safe” You closed the door and looked at him, biting your lip. You shook your head and left medicine and water next to him as well as a bowl for him to throw up in.

You went to bed, cried yourself to sleep and woke up the next day at 5:30am for work. Usually you could pull yourself out of the sadness that took over when he ditched you, but it was still there. You got ready for work and he was still sleeping on the couch when you left. You didn’t bother making him breakfast because you were tired of taking care of him at this point.

You got home from work and he wasn’t there, probably still at work himself. You still felt that pit of sadness and loneliness in your chest. You made dinner as usual, until you got a phone call. “Harrington and y/l/n residence” you said and it was Steve.

He was inviting you to hangout with friends at Dustin’s house. You looked over at the chicken Alfredo you just spent so long making and sighed. You said yes, you’d kill for any chance to just be near him for longer than half an hour. You finished the dinner and saved it for later, and got dressed and left.

You put on a black cami and some jean shorts, hoping Steve would be interested in you if you showed a little more skin than usual. Of course, when you got there he basically ignored you and soon left you with everyone else while Eddie and he went to go mess around and do something, you weren’t listening when he told you, you were too busy fighting tears.

Robin noticed, she noticed how numb you looked and how you wouldn’t smile and you just looked like you were in pain. You got up and went to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and letting the tears fall. This was the end, you assumed. 5 months of being left behind and ignored, this had to be the end of it.

To add to it, today's your anniversary. Normally you’d call in sick on your anniversary with Steve and spend the day with him but you knew better. It would’ve killed you to just sit around all day pretending like your boyfriend cared enough to remember your anniversary anymore.

You heard a knock on the door and jumped, standing up fast and wiping your tears away. You took a deep breath and said “just a minute!” But all of the sudden the door opened and Robin stepped in. She gave you a sad smile and said “uhm…everything okay?”

“Yea, yea I’m fine” you said and she sighed. You let out a shaky breath and said “I’m fine, Robin, really.” You tried to leave but she stopped you. She grabbed your wrist and said “hey, talk to me. What the hell is going on? You’ve been sad for god only knows how long, is Steve doing something to bother you?”

“Robin, it’s fine” you said and she squeezed you tighter. You winced and she let go, backing all the way up against the door so she could close it and make sure you didn’t leave. Robin was basically your sister, you even lived with her for a while when your mom was struggling for money and stuff, so she could get anything out of you if she wanted.

You bit your lip and said “ok, Steve’s just being a little…distant. But it’s fine, I’m probably just overreacting” “you’re not. I see it all the time. You’re not overreacting, he is being distant. Are you gonna talk to him about it?” She asked and you looked down.

“It’s fine, Rob. He’s just a little more out there is all. If he’s trying to be more social I don’t want to bring him down” you said and she rolled her eyes. She crossed her arms and said “I’ve been watching it for months. Isn’t today your anniversary?”

You looked at her nervously, knowing she was gonna blow up any second. She scoffed and said “are you fucking kidding me-” “Robin, please- no! I don’t- I-I don’t want this to end yet okay? I know it’s…complicated and I barely have a boyfriend anymore but I just- I don’t want to let him go yet” you said and she shook her head.

She turned around and opened the door, leaving you in there. “Wait, wait you’re not gonna say anything right?” You asked and she sighed. She turned around and said “no, I won’t. To either of you. Don’t come crying to me about this ever because I don’t want to hear it. You either fix it or you leave, just do something for god sake”

You whimpered and she left, making you want to cry more. You eventually did, and when you finally stopped crying you went back to your spot on the couch, staring at the ground, your mind numb. You just felt so sorry. For yourself, for Steve, for Robin.

You just wanted to be good enough for someone. Your boyfriend didn’t love you anymore, your best friend wasn’t talking to you anymore, you just couldn’t please anyone. He was too tired to drive home so you did, and he immediately went up to bed when you got home.

You never mentioned that he forgot your anniversary. You just couldn’t, you couldn’t let go of all the good memories you had with him. But you were seriously depressed, nearly losing your job because of how many sick days you took, not wanting to leave the apartment and would much rather overthink and stress yourself out.

You were having a hard time eating, too stressed for an appetite. You couldn’t sleep either, especially when Steve was sleeping peacefully next to you. He came home drunk one night, and wanted to have sex with you. You didn’t realize he was drunk, too shocked by the fact that he was talking to you so much.

So you let him. And as soon as he came he basically fell asleep on top of you and didn’t get you there. You rolled your eyes and got him out of you, and then pushed him over. You felt so stupid, of course he was drunk. Why would he want to interact with you?

But that got you here, 4 months after your forgotten anniversary. You were staring at two pink lines. The drunken sex was 2, almost 3 months ago. How were you gonna tell Steve? Was he even gonna remember the sex? This could not have been a more unfortunate time to be pregnant.

You weren’t even entirely sure you and Steve were together at this point. Did he know what he was doing to you? Did he care? Why you? Of all the people who could’ve ended up pregnant accidentally, why you?

You didn’t tell Steve for a while. You also didn’t know what to do. But after about 3 or 4 weeks you knew you had to make a decision, and fast because your morning sickness was so bad it was all hours of the day and you were starting to need bigger pants and your belt was useless now.

Your birthday came, and a few friends from work brought you a cupcake during your break, which was nice. The kids all called and asked if you were doing anything, but you said no. You heard a knock on the door and thought that was strange, considering Steve had his own key.

It was Robin. “Oh…hi,” you said and Robin smiled sadly. She handed you a little bag and she said “happy birthday…can I come in?” “Of course, yea” you said and she followed you in.

You set the bag on the counter and she said “why uhm…why are you here?” “Cause it’s your birthday and I know your douchebag boyfriend forgot it” she said and you looked down, tears filling your eyes. These hormones had you crying left and right.

You sighed shakily and said “Robin I really can’t handle this right now. Please don’t lecture me, I’m trying as hard I can” “it’s getting out of hand, y/n. When was the last time he even looked at you?” She asked and you wiped a tear away.

“4 days ago…” you said and she scoffed. You took a deep breath and said “I…I’m trying- fuck- you don’t get it, Robin! I can't leave him!” “You could walk out right now and you’d never have to see him again. It’s not like you're married or have a kid together,” she said and you gasped softly.

She noticed how much more nervous you got, her eyes widening. “Holy shit…you’re pregnant?” She said and you whimpered. You nodded and she said “h- how?” “He came home drunk a couple months ago and wanted to have sex…I didn’t realize he was drunk or I wouldn’t have let him. He probably doesn’t even remember it” you said and she shook her head.

“I- I have to say something, y/n. You can’t keep this secret forever, you have to tell him” she said and you took a deep breath. You shook your head frantically and said “Robin…” “y/n. You’re pregnant. Eventually, you won’t be able to hide your stomach anymore. You’re certainly not going to be able to hide it when you give birth, you probably won’t even be able to walk by yourself. You have got to tell him, maybe you can save this toxic ass relationship by telling him you have his kid in there” she said and you sighed.

You looked up at her and said “It’s not that t-toxic, he’s just-” “stop making excuses! He has to step up now, this is serious!” Robin said and you wiped away your tears away.

You ran your hands through your hair and said “I’m gonna tell him, okay? I’m going to” “when? A couple months from now when he gets a call from the hospital saying that you’re pushing his kid out?” She asked and you squeezed your eyes shut, a sob racking your body.

“Get out,” you whimpered, breathing shakily. Robin shook her head and left, so aggravated at how stupid you were being. You opened the gift she left you and it was a bracelet, with a pendant that had a picture of you as kids in it. You sniffled and went upstairs, trying to calm down because Steve was supposed to be home soon.

But you were too late, he was already home and he found you all teary eyed and flushed. “Oh, are you okay?” He asked and you bit your lip. You nodded and said “I’m fine” He nodded and went into the bathroom to shower.

You scoffed and he stopped, coming back out. You shook your head and he said “what’s wrong? What’s with the scoff?” “Oh nothing…just uh, you’re a shitty boyfriend. I mean- fuck I know I said I’m fine but you see me balling my eyes out and you just shrug it off. What the hell got into you? 10 months I’ve been waiting for you to start treating me better. 10 fucking months! You don’t come home till after midnight sometimes, that’s fine I can handle it. You forgot our anniversary? Yea that’s painful as fuck but I get it, you don’t care anymore. Hell, it’s my birthday today, you didn’t even know, did you? All the kids remembered, hell even the neighbor said happy birthday when I got home. But my fucking boyfriend, the man I thought I was spending forever with, the man who I trust more than anything, the man who I thought loved me just as much as I loved him didn’t. How do you even go this long without realizing how much of a dick you’re being? The only time you’ve touched me, or kissed me, or fucked me was when you were drunk 4 months ago and now I’m stuck pregnant with your kid. You piece of shit!” You said and shoved him out of the way, going to the closet and grabbing some clothes.

He blinked away tears and said “y- y-you’re pregnant?” “Fuck off, Harrington. You’ll be lucky if I even keep the baby, let alone allow you to see it. You’ll probably abandon it, and I’m not gonna let you put our kid through the pain you put me through” you said and shoved some other shit in there.

He wiped tears away and said “Y/n- honey, wait- we can talk this out” “no! Fuck you, Steve! God, I hate you!” You said, closing up your bags and getting to the front door as fast you could. He tried to stop you but he couldn’t, you were determined to get as far away from him as you could.

You had 86 dollars to your name and your ford mustang which thank god was paid off by now. You drove for god only knows how long, eventually ending up at Eddie’s. You apologized through sobs, begging him for a place to stay.

You told him everything, and he promised not to tell Steve you were there. He fed you and gave you the bed and slept on the floor for you, which you really appreciated. You stayed at his place for a while, and eventually you saved up for an appointment and found out you were 5 months pregnant, and also found out it was a girl. Which did add up and the doctor did mention you were growing fast, of course you were.

Eddie told you that Steve was asking about you a lot, always asking if someone had heard from you. You were just so angry at him, you couldn’t stand to see him again. You waited so long, hoping he would notice you and love you again. He probably only cares now because who’s gonna do his laundry and pack him lunch and cook him dinner.

But, you couldn’t escape him forever. You were at the local grocery store, shopping around with what little spending money you had because all of the food at Eddie’s house right now was just nauseating. He saw you while looking for the aisle with peanut butter in it, you were looking at protein bars, your bump showing very prominently through your maternity shirt.

You placed a hand on it to soothe a kick, murmuring something to the baby. He walked over and you didn’t notice him at first, until he said “where have you been?” You gasped, dropping the box you were holding. Steve kept his eyes on you the whole time.

“What the- oh…S-Steve?” You asked and he smiled for just a second. You cleared your throat and tried to bend down to pick up what you’d dropped, but you couldn’t because of your stomach. Steve shook his head and grabbed it for you, and helped you stand up again.

As soon as you knew you wouldn’t fall over you shrugged him off and took the box from him, making him sigh. “It’s- i-it’s none of your business, okay?” “I think it is, you do have my child growing in there” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“What if I told you I cheated and it’s not yours?” You asked and tried to walk away. His face dropped, he quickly reacted and turned around and said “wait, seriously?” “No, you asshole. If any one of us should be suspecting the other for cheating it should be me, Mr. ‘I-go-to-parties-till-2-am-every-weekend’” you said and he sighed.

“Y/n, please…will you just talk to me?” He asked and you glared at him. You shook your head and said “no, no screw this, Steve. I’m not doing this with you again, you’ve done enough damage” You walked away before he could stop you, paying for your stuff and leaving.

He was waiting by your car, arms folded. “Jesus Christ- do I have to get a restraining order?” You asked and he rolled his eyes. He took a deep breath and said “I just want to be a part of my kids life, and try again with you”

“People in hell want ice water,” you said and tried to unlock the car door. He stepped in front of the driver side door and you sighed. “Can I at least put my groceries away and sit in the car? Standing makes her kick” you said and his eyes widened.

“Her?” He asked and you rolled your eyes. You shoved him to the side and unlocked the door and then the trunk, putting the groceries in and closing it. “A-Are you at least safe?” He said, stopping you from getting in the car again.

“I’m fine, Steve. Please, leave me alone damn it” you said and he sighed. He ran a hand over his face and said “where are you staying?” “It doesn’t matter,” you said and he groaned.

“I’m just trying to not be like my dad. We don’t have to see each other or get back together, I just want to make sure you guys are okay and I want to see my kid when I can” he said and you looked down at your bump. You took a deep breath and said “don’t you dare do anything to him, but I’ve been staying at Eddie’s the whole time. And I wasn’t exactly planning on keeping her. Now can I please sit, she’s got some strong ass legs”

“Holy- okay, can we talk about this over lunch or something?” He asked and moved, letting you sit. You sighed softly, rubbing your bump. You ran a hand through your hair and said “whatever, Steve. Saturday at 2:30pm its my only day off and I’m wasting it on you so your paying”

“That works-” he said before you slammed the door and he sighed. He backed up and you drove away. He took a deep breath and said “thanks…I guess”

He picked you up, which you appreciated since it would save you gas and you wouldn’t have to spend the extra money. He took you to a place you two always went to when you were together, you knew what he was doing.

You talked about things, he apologized a thousand times, you cried a little, he cried a little. He convinced you to keep the baby and come back home, just as a roommate. You two didn’t have to be together, but the baby deserved a proper place to sleep, not that either of you had anything against Eddie’s trailer in fact you both were very grateful for it and for his willingness to take you in.

Things got better, he was home all the time, constantly taking care of you and the little one. You definitely gave him a lot of silent treatment at the beginning, still upset at him for everything and rightfully so. But one day you came home after a stressful day at work, being a waitress really sucked, especially at 6 months pregnant.

You were crying, the baby was kicking so much and so hard and she was moving a lot too, your back hurt, your feet hurt, your hips hurt, and not to mention you were so damn hungry because you accidentally worked through your lunch break. You were really going through it, and Steve wasn’t letting you go through all this pain alone in your room.

He wiped your tears and whilst you showered he threw your clothes in the dryer since you’ve usually been kinda cold lately due to the pregnancy. He also heated up some beef stew because you were craving that like crazy right now, but then you started crying more because he was being so nice and you were always so mean to him. He almost didn’t know what to do at that point, but then you hugged him so he just held you tight, no questions asked.

He fed you, and got you in bed and then massaged your feet and back really well, and soothed the baby’s harsh kicks and by then you were pretty much asleep. You couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore, exhaustion winning the battle.

“Stevie…I miss you,” you said quietly and he took a deep breath. Of course he wanted to give in, but you probably weren’t thinking right. You cracked your eyes open just slightly, and he said “you’re exhausted, y/n, why don’t you get some rest?”

“Just…stay with me,” you said and grabbed his hand, bringing it back to the position your hand was in before and sighing softly. He cleared his throat and sat on the ground next to you, planning on just waiting until you fell asleep and leaving. You groaned and threw his hand off the bed, obviously dissatisfied with what he was doing.

“Sorry. Goodnight,” he said and left, leaving the door cracked in case something happened. He wanted to give in, he wanted to cuddle you and the baby and he wanted to be with you again but he knew he didn’t deserve you. Not after what he did.

When Robin found out about everything, you both apologized and quickly started becoming friends again. Before, you were crying about how much he was hurting you. Now, you cried about how much you wanted to be with him again.

Robin loved Steve, she did. He was practically her big brother, but he was also a shitty boyfriend. She didn’t want to see you hurt again because of him. Especially not now, you’re about to become a mom and have a kid to focus on.

But you couldn’t help it. You still wanted him. How could you not, he was so sweet, so loving now. Maybe he’s better now, maybe things won’t be the same as they were last time. By the time you were almost 7 months pregnant, you were crying yourself to sleep because of how confusing everything felt.

You’d still not gotten over how bad he hurt you, but you miss him like hell. You wondered if you could use the excuse of trying again for the baby, but you knew he didn’t want to be like his parents, only together for their child.

He came home late one night and heard you sniffling and whimpering softly, following the noise because he couldn’t not listen to the noises of you in any kind of discomfort. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Is she kicking?” He asked and you whimpered.

You shook your head and said “nothing, nothing I’m fine” “you know, you say “I’m fine” so much that they don’t even sound like words anymore” he said and you took a deep, shaky breath. You sat up and said “just leave me alone, Steve”

“No, you shouldn’t be stressed if you don’t have to be, it’s bad for the baby. I’ve put you through enough, at least let me be here for you” he said and you scoffed. You sniffled and said “yea- y-yea you have put me through a lot and yet I still fucking miss you. Everyday I wish you’d come home and kiss me and tell me how much you love me. But I’m scared, you know cause h-how do I know you’ve changed and what if it doesn’t work again and- a-and what-”

“Hey, hey relax. It’s okay, relax” he said and wiped your tears, trying to calm you down. You sniffled and he said “y/n…I-I can’t get back together with you. Especially not now, with the baby on the way. I caused you too much pain, you don’t deserve to go through that again. I know I’ve been trying to get better, but I don’t trust myself. I know you think you want this again but we need to do what’s best for her, and it’s best for you too”

“Steve…” you whimpered and he sighed. He wiped your tears away and said “I can’t…I can’t put you through that again” “then just- don’t! But fuck, Steve I still love you! If you don’t just say that, but if you do, please I want to try again” you said and he bit his lip.

“What if I hurt you again?” He said quietly. You sighed and said “then you hurt me again. But at least we tried. Please, Steve. I just want you to love me, please…” God damn it, how was he supposed to say no to that? He could barely say no when you playfully suggested McDonald’s for dinner every night for a week, now your crying and begging him to love you.

He leaned in and kissed you, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip and beginning to make out with you. He managed to pull you into a straddling position over his thighs and you pulled back a little. “S-Steve- we can’t,” kiss “I’m too-” kiss “too pregnant for-” kiss “sex” you said and he kissed you even harder.

He groaned and said “just-” kiss “wanna be close” kiss. He pulled you in closer and wrapped his arms around you even tighter, your bump pressing into his stomach and chest a little. You chuckled and he placed his hands on your bump, still kissing you at the same time. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he smiled, he could feel the baby kicking too.

“Promise you’ll be better?” You asked, pulling away. He bit his lip, tears filling his eyes. He nodded and said “I swear. On our baby girl,” “ohh, boy you better not fuck up” you said and he chuckled, kissing you again.

Robin was pretty upset when you told her you were back together. She didn’t trust him to treat you right again, she loved him like a brother and she always would but she watched you cry over him too many times to be okay with you two getting back together.

But he was better. He came to your job on his lunch break and brought you lunch everyday, and sat at the counter and talked with you, which really helped on stressful days when the lunch rush was even worse than normal. He drove you and picked you up from work since you were getting farther along and your bump was hitting the steering wheel, and started cooking dinner every night while you were in the shower.

You tried to take really short showers to stop him but he was quick. There really wasn’t a single thing he let you do by yourself, and while you guys were setting up the nursery the most he allowed you to do was organize the clothes in the closet and organize the drawers and stuff. He built the crib and changing table all by himself, and did all the heavy lifting needed by himself because he was sure you would crumble to pieces if you tried to lift anything heavier than a blueberry.

He may or may not have threatened your boss and got you on paid maternity leave at 32 weeks. Which was the equivalent of your first week of your 8th month of pregnancy. By then the two of you had only been back together 3 weeks, but he was already 10x more in love with you than before. The only reason the restaurant was even able to do this was because Joe Harrington, his loaded father, made a 10,000 dollar donation to the restaurant, knowingly and on purpose.

Of course, you didn’t know Steve had done that but he’d do anything for you. Anything. He got paternity leave when you were 36 weeks, which was the start of your 9th month. He basically put you on bed rest after that, if you wanted to hangout with someone he made them come to the apartment, and he brought you breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day and only let you get up to shower and use the bathroom.

You thanked the heavens when your doctor said you should start taking walks around the neighborhood at your 38 week appointment to help you go into labor sooner since the baby was healthy enough and so you had a bit of exercise every day. Steve tried to negotiate it with the doctor but you glared at him like you were trying to explode his head with your mind so he quickly shut up.

Thankfully it did work, you went into labor a few days before your due date and on July 27th, 1993 you gave birth to your perfect baby girl, Jane Harrington, with your boyfriend right there by your side. She was totally her daddy’s twin, she already had some pretty long hair on her head for being a newborn, and her lips and facial structure were the same as his. Her nose was more of a mix, but she had your eyes which he loved, he was so obsessed with your eyes he was glad he could look at his little girl and see you in her.

You were so glad that Steve found you in the grocery store and that you decided to forgive him. You were glad that he gave in and finally let himself be with you again. You were glad that your daughter came into the world with two parents who were together and in love.

Steve would spend the rest of his life making it up to you. He’d always have his doubts about being your partner for the rest of your lives because of it. It took another 3 years to propose, and he only did because you found the ring. He’d already had it for 8 months prior to that.

You had another and then a boy, and you 4 were the lights of his life. He loved his little family more than anything. And they all favored daddy, running to him and knocking him down to the floor everyday when he came home from work and snuggling up to him at night on the couch before bedtime.

He wasn’t the shittiest boyfriend after all.

As of now I’m writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

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