#don’t forget your night shift mode on

[wdymidekn]

What if we kissed under the missile toad

#ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghoap fluff #missile toad #don’t forget your night shift mode on #but without it my eyes are BURNING😞 #happy new year #yippiieee #cod mwii #soap call of duty #soap cod #low effort fanart #simon riley x john soap mactavish

[kodamaghost00]

30 Monty Gator Headcanons!!

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[Disclaimer!!]

This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw,Fluff,Smut

It’s also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys! You are a Technician in these scenarios!

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Let’s begin!

He enjoys talking to you but won’t initiate any conversations because he thinks you will get bored of him eventually.

He for sure loves physical touch and sometimes purrs when you cuddle him in his greenroom.

He’s a massive animatronic and will be gentle with you due to his size.

He hates his original name “Montgomery” according to him it is “A wacky name for a bass player” and that’s why he prefers his nickname.

He’s very jealous of you. If anyone seems like a threat to him he will stand next to you wrapping his tail around you.

If he is having an outburst again the other band members and staff would call you to calm him down. He seems to only listen to you when he’s in that state.

He’d definitely have a picture of you two in his greenroom.

He was the biggest fan of Bonnie and definitely had a plushie of him in his room.

He has the biggest marking kink you could ever imagine. He can’t go one session without giving you at least two bite marks.

He is very dominant and also demands this position. Every time you try to initiate something he’d quickly turn it around so he’s the one on top of you.

He would use the pet names “Rockstar” and “Babe” a lot.

He gets easily attached to things you give him. Even if it’s something as simple as a dandelion you picked up before work, he’d keep it forever…

He likes to pick you up and he will make cheeky comments about your height. (Even if you’re just 1cm shorter than him).

He loves to edge you until your legs shake from frustration and he’s always teasing you about it.

He loves seeing you get all flustered when he compliments you.

He’d be the type to say “Did ya’ do somethin with your hair? Looks great…” even though you did nothing new with your looks. It makes you laugh every time.

He’d have a hard time showing you affection through words so he likes to leave you little notes that say “have a good day/night” or “I hope we’ll see each other soon.”

When you’re working with him in Parts & Service he’d always look at you with admiration. He doesn’t know a thing about his mechanics so he’s really impressed with your abilities.

Sometimes on your breaks or after your shift you go to gator golf to see Monty and occasionally play golf with him. He’s obviously a really good player so it’s hard to compete with him.

Once you won a game and he just pushed you into the lakes and laughed historically as you tried to get out.

You tried to get back on him and do the same but he was too heavy to be pushed away. So he just jumped to the side and you fell down into the lake yourself. He laughed and said “Haha! Karma is a bitch, rockstar!”

He would also enjoy taking you around the Pizzaplex to places where you weren’t before.

When you cuddle with him he always puts his head on top of yours.

Sometimes you two get too caught up in a conversation that he forgets to charge and he goes on standby mode. (Freddy comes to help you if that happens).

He knows your work schedule better than you do yourself. “Monty when do I have to start working again tomorrow?”. “8pm till 6am. You have the night shift tomorrow.”

He lets you put on his glasses and eventually gets you a pair of them in the gift shop.

He loves to hear you beg for pleasure. He will overstimulate you so much that you can only say his name and beg for more.

With enough convincing and reassurance he’ll open up to you about his feelings. And once he does he’s extremely grateful that you don’t judge him.

If he’d ever hurt you by accident he wouldn’t forgive himself. But he’ll be harsh if you want him too.

When he has an outburst and you get called to handle it he’ll say stuff like “Why would ever want to be with me!? Don’t you see that I’m a monster…?” while his voice cracks down while he sobs in your arms.

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Thank you all for reading my little Headcanons!(人´∀`) It’s been my first time listing them and I’m quite happy how it turned out! Perhaps I’ll even do more Fnaf SB characters?

- Your Ghost ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

#monty gator #fnaf monty #monty x reader #monty fnaf #montgomery gator #glamrock monty #genderless reader

[herecirmsims]

Hello! I made this list of tips for Twitter months ago, chickened out of sharing it because I didn’t want folk to think I was acting like some kind of authority on posing, and then eventually posted it last night.

Anyway, I had a couple of requests to post it here as well, and as Twitter really made a hatchet job of my thread I thought having everything together in one post might be helpful.

I’ve kept the same cover image with the missing word typo because it’s stupid and amuses me. May useful? May not useful!

This list assumes you know the basics of posing already. If you’ve never posed before and are looking to learn, then I can’t recommend the @katverse​ series of tutorials enough - start here. 

These are just little tricks which I wish I’d known sooner!

1. ALWAYS move Sims via their root point, never the orange dot! If the orange dot is moved, they won't be in the right place when you put the poses in game. If you do move the dot, change to Object Mode, click on the orange dot, hit Alt+R & then Alt+G.

2. The side menu is really useful for selecting points on the face, such as the eyes. To bring the menu up, press A to select all points then hit I & select either Location or LocRot - I don't think it really matters unless you're saving now, in which case you want LocRot.

3. Need to reset a point? Right click on the point so that it turns blue, then hit Alt+R. Need to select multiple points? Hold shift while right-clicking points. Need to reset the whole rig? Hit A until all points turn blue, then Alt+R.

4. You can also copy and paste certain points or entire poses by selecting the point(s) first, then hitting Ctl+C, then Ctl+V to paste. Please only use this knowledge for good, not evil - no stealing people's poses, adjusting them slightly, and then paywalling them (it happens). 

5. I recommend working on expressions when the face is viewed straight on, in either 1, 3, 4, or +1 view. This helps you avoid any unnatural twists. For a natural expression, remember to move eyelids, squints, and eyebrows as well as the mouth! If I’ve already posed the Sim and need to adjust their expression, or have just straight up forgotten to do it, then I copy the head point (right click so the point goes blue, CTL+C) and twist ONLY the head so that it’s straight on in one of these views. Then I just paste the point back again when finished (right click, CTL+V). 

6. With the mouth, I like to lift the corners (either right click & drag if asymmetrical, or raise both via the translate tool - you can always drag later) & then use the rotate tool to give a softer curve. Remember to always open the mouth with the jaw point, not the mouth. Oh - and don’t forget how raising, stretching, or lowering the lips can alter an expression! But don’t stretch too far, remember how real mouths are shaped.

7. Fingers! Those bastards. On all my base rigs, I have the W, X, and Y points locked on ALL finger joints so they don't squiggle all over the place. You can unlock them on the 0 joints if you want to spread the fingers etc. once in position.  You can also lock the jaw point in the same way - this means you can open the mouth whatever position the head is in, and not get a weird crossed look. I recommend saving base rigs with all these points pre-locked so that you don't have to go through them every time. Sometimes I’ll lock the eyelid rotation and knee rotation, too.

8. It's a good idea to view your pose from every position before finalising it, as you can catch weird angles/clipping that way. Hold down the mouse wheel to move freely. Use 1, 3, 4, and +1 views to make sure feet etc. are flush with the ground line.

9. If you're working with custom rigs/ objects/accessories, it's helpful to restrict selection so you don't accidentally move them (also very annoying if you keep clicking on them instead of the rig). Right click the mesh so it gets an orange outline, then click that arrow. You can also use the eye to hide things like rigs/objects/accessories, which is useful if you’re making poses using big objects such as cars or horses who are in the goddamn way.

10. Custom rigs! I love custom rigs! I REALLY recommend making these if you’re creating poses for your own Sims/story. They completely eliminate clipping because you’re able to make the poses SPECIFICALLY for that Sims’ body shape/clothing/hairstyle. Expressions can change wildly depending on the Sim the pose is used on, so making them for your specific Sim means you know it will look right for them. I have a folder of saved bases for all my story Sims with various outfits and hairstyles - and naked versions hehehee.  If you're making poses for others to use, the default rig is best - and remember to leave a lil gap between hands etc. to account for different clothes, body shapes etc. I recommend this tutorial if you wanna make custom rigs.

If I’m sharing story poses that featured my beloved vampire (and most do), I have to copy all poses from the custom rigs and paste them onto default rigs before sharing them because he’s a skinny lil disaster with a feminine body preset and his poses would NOT work for the majority - there’d be too much clipping. 

11. When moving one part of the body, you’re really moving the whole body. Use pelvis, spine, neck & head points to create a natural curve - you only want to move each one a lil bit. Remember that bodies lean, twist, slouch. You can put a lot of emotion into the bend of a spine. Putting the entire twist &/or bend into one point makes things look a little weird. Move the neck joint THEN the head joint for head turns - start that movement right down the spine if the Sim is really twisting to look at something!

12. Clavicles. Don’t overlook them because arm movement starts here! You can move the forearm a certain amount without it starting to look weird, but if your Sim is reaching up/forward/backwards then you want to start that stretch/rotation in the clavicle point.

13. There are other things you can do to help with posing, like using helper rigs or setting up IK targets, but I didn’t get on with them - they’re a different learning curve. It’s all about what works best for you! This is just my personal list of things I've found useful.

Anyway, that's it. I am extremely mediocre, I make lots of mistakes all the time, I am most definitely still learning, there are MUCH better posemakers than me out there, and probably better ways of working; but learning all the points mentioned here has definitely helped me along the way. Enjoy posing!

#sims 4 tutorial #sims 4 poses

[talltalesandbedtimestories]

“Hard Boot” - Dean x Reader

Part of the “Control Panel” Series

Rating Mature

Dean x Reader (Newly Established Intimate Relationship)

Tags: Dean Angst and Self-Loathing, Inability to Word, Adult Language, Dean POV

Word Count: 2500

After one night of sexual exploration, a case lured you both back into hunting mode. There was hardly time to breathe, let alone figure out how you were collectively supposed to handle this new aspect of your relationship. Is it any wonder Dean had to go and mess it up? That’s his expertise.

Note: You don’t have to read the first part, Factory Reset, to get the gist of this “What the heck are we supposed to do now? Friends to lovers” trope. But if you’re intrigued by these two, please try it.

I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo and this part will fill my "Admit it." square.

Image created in Canva (credit for photo used:  Supernatural/Warner Bros.)

The shot glass tinks atop the counter. It’s barely audible. Dean glances up and the bartender appears, summoned by the tell tale call of a drunk.

Not just any drunk. The Fuck It Up Seven Ways To Sunday kind of drunk. Also known as Dean Winchester.

The bar is deserted. It’s 1:00 pm on a Wednesday outside the touristy parts of New Orleans.

The bartender tips the whiskey bottle in her hand. Dean nods. She pours.

“So, what exactly are you tryna drown, cher? Cause it might be easier to head a little north and walk into Lake Pontchartrain.”

Dean snorts. “Trust me, that’s crossed my mind.”

All the wrinkles in the older woman’s face droop along with her frown. “It can’t be that bad. Unless you’re broke… or your heart is.” 

Dean shifts atop the stool. “My wallet’s full, thanks. Leave the bottle.”

Dean grunts at his inability to put one foot in front of the other trekking down the hallway to the hotel room. The air is spinning around him in a vortex, forcing his body to lean to the right even though his brain tries to rationally push forward. He’s in an anti-funhouse of his own creation. 

He doesn’t remember how he finally gets into the room. Just that he is. He flops on the bed. Breathes in deep and holds it. Staving off the nausea that he deserves.

You should be here. Beside him. Celebrating a win.

He closes his eyes and lets the pain and loss keep him company instead in the late afternoon.

Sleep eludes him. He tosses. Turns. Spends time with his head hanging over the toilet bowl.

He stares at the alarm clock on the nightstand as it ticks over into 10 PM territory. When his eyes peel open again, it’s sometime after 1 AM.

He sniffs the air.

He smells you.

Before he can realize it’s a mistake, he springs to sitting. The hammer nailing together a house in his head takes a back seat to the elation seeing you sat at the foot of the bed.

You look demure in your side saddle position. The patient stare has Dean wondering how long you’ve been watching him sleep.

He wants to ask. But he’s afraid anything he says is going to be wrong. So he just stares back.

Your face is void of any discernible emotion.

And that freaks Dean out more than anything. Because even when he couldn’t read you like a book, he could at least hazard a guess. Even if it was wrong, it was something.

But all he sees now is a shield. A wall that he’s caused.

“I’m gonna head out.” You state in a curt tone that leaves no room for debate.

“You already were out.” The head pounding irritation preoccupies him enough that the sass spills out, uncontrolled. Your lids slit for a second. Well, he got some reaction.

“I-” You straighten up. A sorry attempt at a laugh huffs out. “Forget it.” You’re up off the bed and snagging items dropped around the room. Things are stuffed into your bag with haste.

Dean wants the elation to return to the room. Twenty-four hours prior, you were smiling. Eager to track down the Djinn. It had been a day’s drive from Lebanon to New Orleans, with a 6-hour stop in between at the Cradle Rock Motel.

Dean would have done whatever you wanted in that motel room. All that possibility and you had him flying high on adrenaline. You’d handled him with kid gloves and given him an experience he’d cherish, even if he was still sore. He would have let you strap on Marvin again and fold him like Origami. He wanted that again. He wanted it all with you.

But all you had wanted in the end as you laid in bed was to curl up and sleep in his arms. You wanted to rest before getting back on the road in your separate rides. 

And the simple act of being with you. Static. Stationary. Silent. That was wonderful, too.

There was the promise of staying in bed for days after you took care of the monster together. Lingering lips. Suggestive smirks. Greedy gropes.

All of that was a distant memory now.

You throw the duffle over your shoulder. “Bye, Dean.”

He bungees off the bed. Rushes to the door to wedge between you and the exit. “That’s it?” His stomach roils at the exertion but he pushes it down.

Your voice doesn’t waver. “For now. Yeah.”

Dean holds his ground for another second. Two. Three. Four.

“Don’t make it worse.” You plead.

That reminds him the ownness of this whole mess is in fact on him. And he relinquishes.

And watches you walk out the door.

 

Dean clinks down the iron bunker stairs. Three weeks of hunting non-stop has joints creaking, muscles aching. He plans to beeline it to the showers and let the glorious water pressure ease some of the pain. There’s also an 80-year old bottle of Macallan in his bedroom that will ease everything else.

Sam’s out at Eileen’s. The texts back and forth earlier were short and mainly for informational purposes. Sam gave up trying to find out what was going on with Dean two weeks back. As long as he checked in and provided proof of life, Sam didn’t pester for details.

Dean marches through the war room, into the library, weaves the labyrinth of halls to get to his room.

He keeps his head down when he rounds the final corner. He doesn’t want to glimpse the door marked number 16 at the end of the hallway. It’s your bedroom. Well, whenever you crash at the bunker it’s yours.

There’s a twist in his gut when he realizes you might never sleep in that bed or cross the threshold into the Men of Letters homebase again.

He’s been avoiding returning because of all the reminders of you. The wound is as fresh and festering as it was when you left him in New Orleans. He can distract from the pain during moments occupied with cases and bad guys. This, not so much.

He opens his door, good ole number 11. 

When he left this room last, you were here with him. 

And goddammit. You’re all he can see no matter where his gaze lands.

The duffle drops onto the mattress. Another musty bed in another room in another hallway might be a better alternative tonight.

He considers it. He’ll decide for sure after his shower.

Dean grumbles when he gets back to the room.

It shouldn’t be possible and his mind must be playing tricks on him, but he thinks he catches the scent of you. 

Yeah, he can’t sleep in here tonight.

He runs a hand through his towel dried hair and peels off Tad’s robe. He toes out of the slippers and tugs on a pair of sweats and a well-worn henley. The realization he’s donned the shirt inside out takes a backseat to the more important matter of grabbing the bottle of Macallan.

He shuffles over in bare feet and squats by the cabinet under his desk. His mouth is watering in anticipation of that smooth amber-colored nectar coating his throat.

“What the fuck?” he mumbles in confusion.

The bottle is gone.

“Looking for this?”

Dean stills at the question floating over his shoulder.

The voice isn’t something he expected to hear back at the bunker anytime soon. Maybe ever.

He rises, inhales through his nose. Mentally prepares for when he turns and faces you.

When he does rotate on his heels, he purses his lips into a tight line. He can’t let the impulse to smile win out.

You're wearing one of his flannels. It’s the black, white and gray one he hasn’t worn in ages. And the way the sweatpants hang loose and baggy and obscure your feet; well, he’s pretty sure those are his, too. Leaning against the doorsill, you look as if you’re trying way too hard to appear casual about any of this. The bottle of Macallan in your grip is displayed as a peace offering.

There’s the tiniest grin quirking up your lips. You look at the bottle, then to Dean. “I was keeping an eye on it.”

Dean inspects the liquid level of the scotch as a distraction. If he stares at that mouth of yours a second longer, he’ll forgive you for anything.  “That’s about four fingers lighter than when I left.”

Your brows raise. Mouth opens. Dean knows you're ready to dispute his measurements. But something else clicks in Dean’s head and he doesn’t give you a chance.

“How long have you been staying here?”

You sigh and enter the bedroom. The bottle rests on the tiny corner table. You collapse into the chair beside it. “This’ll be my third night.”

Dean stands there. Blinks. You settling in is hopefully a good sign.

“Sam gave me a heads up that you were coming back some time tonight.”

“Why didn’t you high tail it out of here when you got wind of me?” Dean asks.

Your mouth tilts into a frown. “I came here to wait for your slow ass to return, Winchester.” You thumb at the bottle. “I may have needed some liquid courage during my stay to, you know, stick around.”

Dean crosses his arms, determined not to give an inch. Doesn’t matter how goddamn sexy you look. How your hair’s mussed from laying in bed. How his oversized shirt is unbuttoned enough at the collar to display the lovely expanse of skin from the column of your neck to the round of your shoulder. He prepares for the flailing you must have been wanting to give him so badly that you camped here for days. He tries not to think about how much he’d love to bend over so you can give him a spanking.

You stare up at him from the chair. “Oookaayyy.” Palms run over cloth-covered thighs. “I wanted to explain myself. Back in New Orleans.”

Dean shrugs, his crossed arms lifting up with the movement.

“We were a mess on that hunt.” You start. “All sorts of wrong. Second guessing. Getting in each other’s way. That Djinn got the upperhand on us because we were sloppy.”

Dean scoffs. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“You tackled it while I was about to kill the fucking thing.” You counter.

“You were getting choked out WHILE it was lighting up like an electric smurf.” Dean’s voice rises.

“I had the silver knife to its throat UNTIL you hip checked and then rolled around with Mr. Sandman doing the horizontal mambo.”

“Who was trying to pull it off me only to get a nasty throat punch?”

You raise both hands. “Look, my point is we were off our game. And I’ve never, ever had to worry about you having my back. Until that hunt.”

Dean rolls his shoulders like he’s ready to take flight. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Do you think I’m a good hunter?” you ask.

“What the hell kind of question is that?”

“A simple one.” A tap on the table precedes your rise. You stroll with purpose towards him. “Do you think I’m a good hunter?” you repeat.

“Of course I do. You might even be the third best hunter on the planet.”

You smile and, dammit, Dean melts a little. You clear your throat and the smile fades. “Then why didn’t you let me do my job?”

Dean stills. He watches your frame relax. The bravado seeps from your posture.

“Things are different between us now.” You sigh. “I hoped that what we did would bring us closer. More in sync on a hunt. But it did the exact opposite.” Another step brings you right up into Dean’s space. You latch onto a forearm. “Your head wasn’t in that hunt with me.”

“It was.”

You shake your head. “No. Your heart was. And so was mine.” Your voice breaks a little. “All I could think about was how I needed to protect you.”

“When do we not think about protecting a hunting partner?”

“That’s gotta go hand in hand with the mission, though; not take over.” The warm fingers drop from Dean’s arm. “I told Sam what happened.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “And what did Mr. Know It All have to say?”

Your shoulder lifts and almost touches your ear. “He said ‘welcome to the club.’”

“Huh?”

“Sam said you must care about me an awful lot if you were constantly undermining my ability to actually get the fucking job done. That sacrificing yourself is part of your DNA.” A full-watt smile - the one that makes Dean’s insides warm up - graces your face. “That you’ll die a hundred times over to prevent the recipient of all that care and concern from even getting a splinter in their thumb.” The snark in your tone is sharp and cutting. “Admit it.”

“Well, that’s just a flat out exaggeration.”

Suddenly, all of the playfulness in your expression is gone. You frown. “You don’t care about me like that?”

“What? No. I mean, yes, of course I care about you like that.”

“Good.” The smile returns. “Because I know for a fact that none of that is an exaggeration where Sam is concerned. You’ve figured out how to make it work with Sam. You and I are going to have to make that happen, too.”

Dean’s grinning back. “Any suggestions?”

“You could follow my lead and do what I say at all times.” You offer.

“I’m all about that in almost every scenario. Except when we’re hunting.”

You nod. “We’re not hunting now.” Dainty fingers clasp over his hand. “I’m sorry I ran away.” You whisper, staring into his eyes.

Your small frame belies your strength and formidable capability when it comes to a hunt. And though Dean’s only had one taste of your dominance in bed, you handled him with care and exerted contained control. But now Dean needs you to know how much he intends on proving his worth to you. He’s more than a deft hand wielding a machete. More than reliable backup. More than a decades long friend who can keep up with the tequila shots. He wants to be more than all of that for you. 

He wriggles from under the grip to clutch your face with both hands. “I wanna tough it out with you.”

Your head tilts up and down in his hold. “Me too.”

You raise on tiptoes as he dips his head. Your lips meet in a gentle brush of skin. Dean’s skin tingles all over.

It’s only a peck. Dean pulls back so he can witness the bliss on your face. Eyes closed, mouth parted. You release a sigh. “Can we…” you start to ask.

“Anything,” Dean murmurs.

“Can we go to sleep? Start fresh in the morning? I missed you.”

Dean thinks his face will crack at the force of his smile. “Absolutely.”

#jacklesversebingo23 #dean x reader #spn fanfiction #angst with a happy ending #dean x you #dean x female!reader

[captinkirc]

i wanna fucking tear you apart PT. 2 (demon!eddie munson x steve harrington)  18+ only

Summary: Eddie and Steve find themselves being babysat and watched like a hawk while Dustin devolves into conspiracy mode, trying to figure out how exactly Eddie is back from the dead. Steve was going to die of blue balls. It was official.

Word Count: 8.7k

[content warnings: swearing, demon/incubus!eddie, hurt/comfort, gay sex, choking, hand/ring!kink, slight gay crisis, praise!kink, Monsterfucker!Steve, overstimulation, feminization and breeding!kink -- I know, a real doozy here]

Notes: ya'll! there was so much demand for another chapter of this AU, and by god, you've got nearly 9k more to enjoy. I went through my DND handbooks to do some research on incubus', and mostly based Eddie's new look on the art, even if it's more of a stereotypical demon look. Have fun!

PT. 1 PT. 3

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Steve knew he didn’t really have a touchpoint on normal behavior for “your friend/fuckbuddy that came back from the dead in an alternate universe hell” but he definitely knew something was not quite right.

They hadn’t really had an opportunity to talk about what happened the night of Eddie’s return. Steve, suddenly feeling wrung out and exhausted, had fallen asleep halfway through Eddie redressing him and helping — well, more like dragging — him up the stairs to his bedroom. Then, Steve had woken, feeling slightly cold with dread in the pit of his stomach, to find himself alone in bed and his phone ringing off the hook.

It turned out that Eddie had just escaped into the backyard to smoke, and Steve couldn't deny the relief that settled over him. Clad in a pair of Steve's own sweatpants and t-shirt that stretched tight across his chest, he dexterously twirled a box of cigarettes in his hand as he closed the glass sliding door behind him.

In his ear, Dustin acting was as bratty as usual, more demanding than asking for a ride over to the Wheeler house to visit the Byers’ makeshift headquarters. Instead of fully paying attention to what Dustin was saying, Steve caught Eddie’s eye as he snuck back inside, watching as Eddie realized who was on the other side of the phone.

They would need a group reunion sooner rather than later. 

Steve caught the way his throat bobbed, eyes shifting towards the floor. 

With a dismissive ‘yeah, alright man, be there soon,’ Steve hung the phone back on the receiver and shifted to lean back against the kitchen counter, turning his eyes back to Eddie. Eddie was watching him carefully, still lingering at the back door. They stood in silence for a moment in a standoff to see who would speak first. The clock ticked loudly through the kitchen. 

“Do you uh…wanna come with me? See everyone?” Steve barely disguised his knee-jerk cringe, watching as Eddie shrank in on himself. He shuffled closer, settling against the counter opposite him and tucked one hand around his own waist, the other fiddling with the ends of a lock of hair and pulling it across his face. 

“You think that’s a good idea?” Eddie asked quietly. Steve sighed, trying to tilt his head down for a better look at his face, hidden behind a curtain of curls. 

“They’re gonna have to find out eventually, man,” he answered softly.

“I just…” Eddie trailed off, taking a deep breath and unfolding his arms. He clasped his hands around the edge of the counter behind him, fingers drumming anxiously. Steve wanted to cross the short distance suddenly, gather the man up and forget the whole thing to begin with. Call Dustin, tell him he felt sick, fell down the stairs, whatever. Instead, he waited patiently, chewing on his lip.

“I don’t know, Steve.”

Slowly, Steve crossed the short distance and settled next the Eddie, reaching out gently to trail his fingers along his wrist and halting the nervous tapping.

“Listen,” Steve sighed, “you don’t have to explain anything right now, alright? I may not be the smartest around but… I know — I can tell that you seem different. We can all wait until you're ready, even if we’re all dying with curiosity. But Dustin, Mike, Robin…they would wanna see you regardless.” 

Eddie looked curiously over at him, a shy smile curling his lip. He leaned in to nudge him with his shoulder, and Steve laughed softly, nudging him back. They settled closer together, arms and shoulders flush against each other. Eddie turned his wrist, catching Steve’s fingers in his — Steve quietly hoped that he couldn’t hear the rapid thumping his heart was making in his ears.

“And…you don’t care that I’m different now?” 

He looked closer over at Eddie, reaching out with his free hand to tug on a lock of his curls. Steve smiled teasingly as Eddie swatted at his hand playfully, his smile growing broad.

“No, I mean…you’re the Eddie Munson. Isn’t that your whole goal?” He joked, his heart flipping in his chest when Eddie laughed brightly.

“Pshh, yah got me there, pretty boy.” Steve wanted desperately to run his thumb over that sharp canine, up the curve of his cheek, the crinkle at the corner of his eye; he swallowed the lump in his throat and looked back to the floor instead, eyes trained on their clasped hands. They lapsed into silence.

He should go before he decided not to leave altogether. 

The idea was sounding more and more appealing with every passing second. Steve sighed, untangling their hands, taking a moment to trail his fingers over the cool metal shapes of Eddie’s rings before retreating towards the stairs.

“You don't have to, okay? It can wait. Henderson’s gonna have my head if I’m not there soon though, so uh, I’m gonna go get ready if you wanna think on it.” Eddie gave him a rapid nod in response, and Steve took that as his cue to escape up to his bedroom. 

Steve took a moment to catch his breath, still feeling the tingle of Eddie’s fingers wrapped in his own, the warmth left behind along his arm — he groaned, leaning back against the door and rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes until he saw stars. 

“Christ, get ahold of yourself man,” he muttered to himself.

Steve had had plenty of girlfriends, almost flings, had many bouts of a nervous stomach and words catching in his throat, especially with Nancy. But even then, it hadn't quite felt like this. Steve liked girls, he knew he liked girls. Always had. Liked their long hair, big eyes, easy smiles…

Ringed fingers and frizzy curls and a teasing grin…

Steve groaned. 

Maybe he liked boys too…or perhaps just one boy in particular.

He yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it in the direction of the hamper, shuffling his pants down as well. In the mirror, he caught sight of the bruises and teeth marks littering his skin — his throat, shoulders, hips, thighs…Steve shivered, sucking in a shaky breath as he tore his eyes off of his reflection. Even with his neck still bruised from demobats, he was going to have a hard time explaining those away. 

Steve quickly redressed, spraying on more cologne than usual and fidgeting with the collar of his polo. 

Definitely not going to be able to hide them. 

With a quick glance, Steve found his wallet and keys set out neatly on his dresser, his duffel bag, previously abandoned by the front door last night, sat tucked against the foot of his bed — fondness surged up in his throat. Eddie must have gone down after helping Steve into bed, placing his things where he’d find them, cleaning him up, looking after him. The idea of someone taking that kind of care and attention for him —

Steve snatched his wallet and keys and shoved them into his pockets, rushing back down the stairs.

Eddie looked up from where he lingered by the door as Steve bounded down the stairs. He’d redressed while Steve was gone, now wrapped in his classic jeans and leather jacket, but Steve couldn't help but flush when he saw him still wearing his shirt underneath it.

“You comin’?” Steve nudged as he bent down to shove his feet into his sneakers. Eddie’s hand curled around his elbow, helping him keep balance as he tied his laces.

“I think so, yeah. Gotta corral my lost sheep, don’t I?” Steve smiled, straightening up to clap Eddie on the back. He was briefly thankful that he wouldn't have to hold onto this secret for long, especially when Dustin was mourning him as well. They headed out the front door, Steve taking a cursory glance around to make sure no one was walking by before ushering Eddie out towards the car.

The ride over to Henderson’s house was unnaturally quiet. Steve didn’t try to break it, especially after looking over at Eddie, hunched down in his seat and out of view and chewing anxiously on his fingernails. He reached over the center console, wrapping a hand around Eddie’s knee and stopping its nervous bouncing, smiling to himself as he felt Eddie’s warm fingers curl around his own.

He squeezed gently, hoping it was reassuring enough, before reaching back for the stick-shift.

In what felt like hours, they pulled up the long driveway of the Henderson house, Steve barely having put the car in park before Dustin was bounding out the door to meet him. 

“Hey, hey, hold up Henderson!” He scrambled to climb out and meet him halfway, nearly falling flat on his face when his arm ended up tangled in his seatbelt. He righted himself, and grasped Dustin’s arm and pulled him a short distance away from the car — Steve glanced back at the car, narrowly catching Eddie peering back at them from his seat.

“What the hell, Steve? We’re gonna be late since you took so long getting here, doing you hair no doubt — it doesn't even look right, wait, what is wrong with your neck —”

“Oh shut up, listen, this is important okay?” Dustin rolled his eyes, but quieted anyway, looking up at Steve expectantly. He took a deep, steadying breath, settling his hands on his hips.

"I don’t really know how to explain this," Steve began, "and I don't know how you're going to react." He took in one more deep inhale, glancing back towards the car. His nerves were suddenly spiking — why hadn’t he thought about what he was gonna say just a little bit more before jumping into this? Dustin looked up at him, watching expectantly.

Better just to come out with it.

“Uh…Eddie’s here. In the car. He came by my place last night all bloody and — ” Dustin moved faster than Steve was convinced he had ever seen him move before towards the car. Steve scrambled after him, catching up as the passenger side door swung open; Dustin staring dumbly where he stood as Eddie ducked out.

Eddie shoved his hands into his jean pockets, trying his best to look casual and unbothered, but Steve could tell from the tight line of his shoulders that he was waiting for escape. At least from Dustin staring like that, nearly open mouth in shock. Steve was about to step forward and attempt to ease the tension, until Eddie broke the ice.

“Hey there, Henderson.”

Dustin launched the remaining distance, slamming into Eddie and crushing him into a hug. Steve sighed with relief as Eddie returned it. He could barely hear Dustin’s voice from where his face was pressed into Eddie’s shoulder, but when it came out, it was smaller and softer than anything Steve had ever heard out of him. 

Steve was suddenly reminded of how young the kid was when this all started. It was easy to forget that underneath it all, he was still a kid.

“You were dead…I saw you…” Eddie visibly cringed, but clasped his hand around the back of Dustin’s head and held him close. Steve watched the kid’s shoulders shake slightly, watched Eddie squeeze him even tighter in response. Eddie sighed, pressing his cheek into the fabric of Dustin’s hat.

“I know, man,” Eddie whispered, “listen I’m… you shouldn’t have had to be there for that —”

“How are you alive? Did Vecna — wait, did the Demobats — Demobat rabies? Are you like, part Demobat now?” 

Both Steve and Eddie laughed at that; though Steve didn’t notice the tenseness behind Eddie’s voice. Dustin pulled back, looking up at Eddie and inspecting him closer, rambling a mile a minute until Eddie shoved a hand in the kid’s face and teasingly pushed him back. 

“Alright, alright, enough with the Spanish Inquisition, man. I’m just glad to be back.” Steve and Eddie’s eyes met over the top of Dustin’s head, and Eddie’s very obviously trailed down to the obvious bite marks along his throat.

Yeah, very glad to be back. 

Steve swallowed, trying to tamp down on the inappropriate memories fluttering to the surface. Great timing, Steve. 

Steve took that as a moment to nudge back into the conversation, break his eyes away from Eddie’s and circle back around the car to jump in the drivers seat. 

“We should probably get going, Henderson, you were the one complaining about being late.” 

“Well now I know it was for something more important than your hair — ”

“Oh shut up already, get in the car before I leave you here.”

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Their reunion with the rest of the group consisted mostly of people scrambling to hug him and shocked laughter, practically exploding when he walked in the door. Plenty of new introductions were made — Will, Jonathan, El, and Argyle (who Steve was still trying to find out who on Earth he was) — and Lucas, Mike and Nancy both looked equal parts horrified and elated to see Eddie. Even Nancy hugged him, which Steve had not expected in the slightest. 

The urgency finally settled, and once again the topic of ‘what happened’ was brought up. Eddie gave what Steve could tell was a halfhearted explanation — ‘I woke up as if nothing had happened, saw that giant gate opened up — the Upside Down must have done something — all I can remember is waking up hungry and tired and got the hell out of there.’ Dustin was in full blown theory mode, trying to piece together his own explanations and answers.

“It could honestly be the Demobats! You were ate up pretty good,” Steve cringed at the memory, “maybe you’re a vampire now, all the Demobat venom or something? You healed like in what, three days!” Mike, Will and El jumped in on the conversation, and Steve could tell that Eddie was having a full blown crisis.

Steve tapped Eddie on the shoulder, tilting his head towards the kitchen when he looked up. Eddie let out a sigh of relief, and Steve helped him up from his chair as they made their escape. They settled in silence, mimicking their positions from earlier that morning. Eddie shuffled up into Steve’s side, fingers fiddling with the band of Steve’s watch absentmindedly. 

“You okay?”

“Mmm,” Eddie hummed, “fine, considering. Though I guess I shouldn't get too comfortable, Dustin will probably want to shove a stake through me soon to test his hypothesis.” Steve chuckled, letting Eddie twist their fingers together again.

“I dunno, it’s sounding pretty convincing. You were biting the shit out of me last night.”

“I couldn’t resist,” Eddie teased, leaning over to slide his teeth along the side of Steve’s neck, “want all your blood for myself, Stevie. Gonna make you my vampire queen.” A shiver ripped down Steve’s spine and he flushed, and tried unsuccessfully to cover his responding gasp with a huff. By the way Eddie leered at him, his attempt at exasperation wasn’t convincing in the slightest. 

“You like the sound of that, Harrington?” Eddie rounded on him, clasping his hands against the counter on either side of his hips. 

The sudden shift, tension and heat settling in the air, made Steve’s head spin as Eddie slid closer. His own hands settled on Eddie’s hips without thinking twice, and Eddie looked far too pleased with that realization. 

“Oh!”

Steve snapped out of the fog, looking over Eddie’s shoulder to see Will standing in the doorframe of the kitchen, frozen like a deer in the headlights. The pair jumped apart, Eddie turning to thoroughly inspect the pattern of the countertops and leaving Steve with damage control.

“Will, sorry. Eddie uh…needed some air.” Will didn’t look convinced, but seemed just as desperate to escape the situation as they did — the kid’s face was rapidly turning red as he stared at Steve.

“Did you need something?” Steve prodded.

“No!” Will jolted, “No, I mean um, yes, Dustin was just looking for you.” With that, Will turned on his heel and practically ran from the kitchen, leaving Steve to feel as if he’d just missed out on a major piece of information. Suddenly, he could hear Eddie snickering behind him — he looked back to see Eddie bent over the counter, trying to smother his laughter into his hand.

“What're you laughing at?” Steve jabbed his finger into Eddie’s side, grinning when he wiggled away.

“Looks like I’ve got competition now!” Eddie teased — Steve rolled his eyes, turning to follow after Will. Maybe it was best to escape whatever energy was building again before it bubbled out of control. He called back into the kitchen as he left, smiling as Eddie’s boisterous laugh followed after him.

“Don’t test me, I just might let Dustin stake you after all!”

“Oh you wound me, darling!”

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“Maybe it’d be best not to be…alone with him too much! I’m just saying if he’s a… a vampire or something, he might go after you!”

“Dude, that’s nuts. Even if he was — which this is not me agreeing that he is — he’s not gonna attack me or something — ”

“Well, we don’t know that! You don’t know that!”

“I thought you liked Eddie? He’s your friend!”

“He is! But maybe we should take group shifts with you! Just till we know for sure! Like me or Robin or Mike, we could all stay with you and Eddie and make sure that nothing happens —” 

“That is so unnecessary!”

Dustin had dragged Steve out onto the front porch, a frenzied look in his eyes as he explained his new theory that the Demobats had indeed altered Eddie’s DNA, and he was now masquerading as a vampire like the ones in his nerdy role-play game. While Steve could admit to himself that Eddie was obviously different, this sounded…a little too much. Did it really matter? What difference would it make if he was some sort of vampire, demon, whatever? They’d managed much worse just fine. At least he was here. He didn’t want to look to close at those thoughts, not yet at least. 

Couldn't he just…enjoy this? Without putting it under the microscope just yet? 

“I’m just saying, it’s better to be safe! It could be like a slumber party!”

Steve groaned in frustration. There were many instances in their friendship of Dustin dragging Steve along for the ride, demanding his help and worming his way into his business out of no where. At this point, this was also feeling like it would be one of those moments. 

“Fine. Fine! Jesus Christ, you’re gonna make me crazy!”

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Weeks. Weeks went by of Steve practically not being able to take a piss by himself. In his own house! If it were under different circumstances, he might have appreciated having more people around the house, keeping him company while his parents disappeared for months on end to god knows where. But this was getting to be way too much.

Looking at Eddie, he could tell he was thinking the same thing.

Weeks of stolen moments between the pair weren’t doing any favors for the developing…whatever this was…between them. Eddie had been moved into an extra bedroom across the house, so they couldn't even have time together at night. Every day dragged on with work, volunteering, and stolen, fleeting moments between the two. Eddie, cornering Steve in the hallway, pressing him against the wall to kiss him hard and insistent — only to hear Robin and Nancy call them back to the board game spread on the dining table. Steve, slotting a thigh between Eddie’s legs as they made out in the kitchen — and quickly interrupted by Dustin coming in from the pool. Filthy words whispered in Steve’s ear as they sat in the dark living room, attention supposed to be turned on the movie on the TV screen. 

Steve was beginning to lose it. 

On top of all this, Eddie really wasn’t looking like himself. His already paled skin was looking even more so, dark rings blooming around his eyes, he was smoking through his cigarette packs and weed even quicker, and his temper seemed to turn at the drop of a hat. Steve had even flinched, watching Eddie break one of the kitchen cabinets off its hinges after it had swung closed on him one too many times. 

Maybe there was something to this whole theory Dustin had. He really couldn’t find it in himself to care that much, either way.

Which, in turn made Dustin even more insistent on someone staying to keep an eye on him. 

Steve was going to die of blue balls. It was official.

Thankfully, their luck would turn soon. Robin had come back from volunteering at the relief shelter with Steve for the day, having brought back pizza and preparing to pull a movie from their overwhelming bag of overdue movies, when Steve’s phone began ringing off the hook. Steve had just collapsed face first into the sofa, bones aching and feet sore — he groaned into the cushion and waved his hand about — someone else could answer the phone. Send it to voicemail, for all he cared.

The sky could be falling and he would not be getting up from the sofa.

Robin must have gone to answer it — he could hear her voice softly from the other room. A weight dipped the cushion by his feet, warm hands rearranging his legs to drape over their lap. 

“Long day, pretty boy?” Strong, sure fingers pulled his sneakers off, letting them fall to the floor with dull thuds. Steve grumbled as they pulled at his socks, peeling them off as well — Eddie’s warm hands settled around his aching feet, thumbs massaging into the muscles carefully.

Steve let out an affirmative groan that suddenly twisted into a sharp moan as Eddie’s fingers dug into the particularly sore arch of his foot — instantly, the air in the room felt like it had been sucked out. Steve’s breath felt lodged in the back of his throat. Eddie’s hands froze.

“Hey guys, sorry — that was Vickie! I told her I’d be here tonight but she wants to hang out, are you all okay if I leave? She's coming to pick me up, I told her I could walk over to her place no problem but she insisted on it which like, whew, okay! Definitely didn’t want to walk over but I would have if —”

“Sounds good to me,” Eddie interrupted smoothly, “Steve’s probably gonna pass out soon anyway.” 

He’s gonna make sure of it.

Robin laughed somewhere above him, but Steve couldn’t bring himself to look — instead, he shoved his reddening face even further into the cushion. Robin continued to ramble on, Eddie, surprisingly, jumping into easy conversation — Steve on the other hand, could not have followed the conversation if his life depended on it. Especially when Eddie’s hands wrapped loosely around his ankles, his thumbs rubbing against the delicate bone there.

Steve heard a car honk outside, and peeked out to see Robin tripping over herself to run for the door. Steve’s heart jumped into his throat, thumping violently. 

“Bye guys! Don’t kill each other please or Dustin will have my head!”

The door slammed shut behind her, the lock settling into place with a small click. Silence settled in the living room.

“And then there were two,” Eddie murmured. One of his hands slid up the back of Steve’s leg, wrapping around the meat of his thigh and squeezing it tight. After the teasing and the tension building, Steve could already feel his dick jumping to life in his jeans — especially after suddenly remembering the last time he and Eddie were alone on this couch.

Steve shivered.

“You okay, baby?”

Steve nodded into the cushion, not trusting his voice enough to respond. 

“Yeah, baby? You gonna come up here and look at me?”

Steve carefully rolled onto his back. He would have been more embarrassed for already being as riled up as he was if Eddie hadn’t looked like he was right there with him. Eddie stared down at him, his eyes already intense and dark and scrutinizing his every movement. Steve squirmed, heat rising up his chest and cheeks.

“Oh, perfect. Look at you, pretty boy. Laid out like a present.”

‘Eddie…c’mon…” Steve blushed. Eddie’s eyes flashed dangerously as he shifted up onto his knees, looming imposingly over him. 

“Finally alone, Stevie. I was beginning to think it’d never happen.”

“I’m gonna murder Dustin myself,”Steve groaned, his dick giving another traitorous twitch as Eddie crawled up over him till they were eye to eye. Eddie leant down, kissing him sweetly — Steve hummed against his lips, reaching out to wrap his arms around Eddie’s shoulders.

“I missed you, baby.” Eddie whispered. 

“I missed you too.”

Eddie hummed approvingly. Steve gasped as his mouth trailed a hot path across his cheek and over his chin; nearly jumping out of his skin when warm hands snuck under his t-shirt.

The room was suddenly stiflingly hot, and Steve’s head was swimming. 

“Please, Eddie…”

While he wasn’t really sure what he was asking for, Eddie would know. 

Eddie would take great care of him. 

“I know baby, I know. Want me to fuck you into this couch again, hmm? Stretch you out right here so you can think about it every single movie night, get all flustered?”

Eddie shoved his way between Steve’s thighs, pressing in tight and grinding their hips together. They both gasped at the pressure; Steve clambered to hold him tighter and rock up into him as Eddie doubled down. The blood was rushing to Steve’s brain, desperation seeping in. He jolted upright, shoving Eddie back and frantically pulling off his t-shirt, tossing it across the room and reaching for Eddie’s. Eddie went easily, looking somewhat bewildered, and let Steve nearly rip his shirt at the seams trying to get it off.

His fingers were shaking as they went for Eddie’s belt — Eddie tried to help, both of them tugging and fumbling over each other’s pants until they devolved into half-dressed frotting, panting into each other’s mouths. Steve felt like he might burn alive, feeling Eddie reach between them and shove his hand into Steve’s boxers. Eddie’s hot hand wrapped around his dick, swiping over the sensitive head.

“Yesss…” Steve hissed, tilting his head back against the cushions. Eddie took the opportunity, biting along the curve of Steve’s jaw and down his throat — Steve shivered, feeling the sharp points drag against his skin. 

“You taste so good, princess,” Eddie’s tongue slid along the prominent tendon in Steve’s throat, and he couldn't help but whimper, “so, so good.” Steve didn’t hear the word as much as he felt it — the low growl reverberated through him, shaking him down to his bones. He keened, hooking a thigh up over Eddie’s hip to pull him closer.

“Need to leave more marks on you, baby, can’t even see the old ones anymore.” 

‘Please…”

“Yeah? You like that, baby? Want me to bruise you up? Fuuuckk, I’ll give it to you princess, not gonna be walking when I’m done with you.”

“Yes —”

“Good boy, fuck, you’ll just take whatever I give you, won’t you? My little slut, all desperate and needy for me — ”

“Yes! Please, Eddie.”

The tight grip Eddie had on Steve’s hips turned a touch too tight and sharp — Steve yelped, but before he could register what had happened, Eddie was already halfway across the room, a horrified look flashing across his face. Steve’s head spun at the sudden shift — he sat up, trying his best to get his wobbling legs to hold as he got to his feet. Eddie paced through the living room, taking deep, shuddering breaths.

“Eddie? What’s wrong?” 

“I just…” he took a moment to steady himself, “…overwhelmed. Don’t want to be too hard on you.” Steve’s brow furrowed. Hard on him? After last time, it seemed pretty obvious that Steve had liked, if not throughly enjoyed Eddie’s rough handling. Liked the way Eddie manhandled him, held him where he wanted him, marked him up. What was the problem now, all a sudden? 

“Man, I don’t care — ” 

“You should! I could seriously hurt you — ”

“Hurt me? Eddie, c’mon, how on — ”

“This!” Eddie spun on his heel to face Steve. He held his hands out — and Steve watched, bewildered, as those ringed, wide hands began to morph in front of his very eyes. Skin turning an ashy black, palms spreading wider, larger, fingers elongating, nails stretching into sharp, curved claws.

Ah, that’s what had poked him.

Steve watched as the ashy black tone shifted up his forearms, almost like his skin was burning to a crisp before his eyes. Huh. Maybe there really was something to Dustin’s theory. Steve stepped up close to Eddie, slowly, giving him the opportunity to escape as he reached out to curl his fingers around Eddie’s wrist. His pulse hammered under Steve’s touch.

“Is that all?”

Eddie stared at him, baffled. 

“Is that all?”

“I’m not scared of you, if that’s what you think. We’ve dealt with a lot worse than a vampire, demon, hybrid, whatever —” Eddie let out a half-delirious laugh, gesticulating wildly at him with his other hand. 

“How are you so — the dude you’re fucking is a sex demon and you don’t even blink an eye?”

‘Sex demon? That would make a lot of sense,’ Steve thought to himself. Eddie knew what he needed, just how to push and pull, knew how take such good care of him…suddenly a lot of things made a lot more sense. What else would he be able to do? Steve shivered. 

“Eddie, it’s still you.”

Eddie looked skeptically at him, then down at Steve’s fingers wrapped around his wrist. Steve looked as well, his stomach giving a lurch at the sheer size difference between them now. He sighed, seeing the resolute look in Steve’s eyes. 

“There is more.” 

“Yeah?” A pulse of desire shot down Steve’s spine, and he looked back up at Eddie to see him already staring back at him, eyes dark and unwaveringly focused. Like water shifting before his eyes, Eddie’s form changed — Steve held his breath, waiting for it to settle.

The first thing Steve noticed were the horns — long, sleek, sharp-pointed curves of blood red bone that disappeared into his curls. His face looked strikingly normal, besides his eyes, which were nearly glowing   red. The sharp teeth that Steve had become accustomed to were even sharper, longer — Steve bit his lip, thinking about what they might feel like now against his skin.

Suddenly, Eddie was taller than him; Steve realized he had to tilt his head to look up into his eyes now. His shoulders and chest were wide, broad, with a pair of large, red wings spread out behind him — strikingly similar to the Demobats, he thought to himself. The contrast of colors made the paleness of his skin even more prominent, highlighting his high cheekbones and dark lips.

‘Beautiful,’ Steve thought to himself, reaching up to run his fingers along the curve of one of his horns. Eddie curled his hand loosely around Steve’s wrist as he cupped his face, closing his eyes and leaning his cheek into Steve’s palm.

“You’re not scared of me?” Eddie whispered, turning his face to press a kiss into his palm, his teeth barely brushing against skin.

“Never.” 

‘It’s kinda sexy, to be honest.’

“Sexy?”

Steve flushed, jolting as he felt something wrap around his thigh — he looked down to see a long, slender tail curving around his leg, seemingly at will. When he looked back up, Eddie was grinning at him, teeth on full display. Predatory-esque, almost. Eddie curled a large hand around his waist, pulling Steve flush against him.

Steve’s head spun at the shift. 

“You like that I’m bigger and stronger than you now? Can take care of you just how you want, isn't that right baby?”

“Yes…” Steve breathed. The mere suggestion of it had Steve’s dick once again stirring to life — perhaps it was a side affect of being the sole focus of Eddie’s attention. He’d never been raring to go this quick, not even when he was much younger and inexperienced. A thick thigh slotted itself between Steve’s and he gasped, his hips automatically bucking into the friction.

“I’m gonna ruin you, princess. You hear me?” All Steve could do was nod fervently, his own eyes wide and cheeks burning. 

“Will you kiss me?” Steve asked softly, and it was mere seconds before Eddie was gripping his jaw tight in one clawed hand, rounding on him to kiss him — hot, persistent, dominating. Steve moaned into it, feeling the points of Eddie’s claws press against his cheek. He reached out, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and was suddenly being lifted, squeaking against Eddie’s lips as his feet went out from under him. 

“I’m having you in a bed this time, pretty boy.”

Oh.

Steve was pretty sure his brain short-circuited. 

Steve clutched to him and caught Eddie’s lips again as he wrapped his thighs around Eddie’s hips. He hauled Steve around like he didn’t weigh anything; carrying him up the stairs, pausing to slam him into the hallway wall to kiss along his bare shoulder, bite along his throat — Steve barely registered Eddie’s new wings sending a few pictures rattling to the floor and table scattering aside in the rush. 

Steve panted into Eddie’s mouth, suddenly noticing that Eddie’s tongue seemed…longer than normal. 

Oh god.

Finally, Steve was tossed onto his bed, the frame rattling against the wall with the force of it. He pushed himself up onto his elbows as Eddie settled over him, crawling across the mattress in an almost catlike manner — he leered down at him before turning his attention to Steve’s half-undone jeans and boxers, nearly ripping the fabric as he pulled them down over his hips. Once again, Steve lifted his hips to help Eddie pull them down his thighs.

“Good boy,” He rumbled into Steve’s ear. “Such a good boy for me.” Eddie kissed down his throat, the low vibration rattling in Steve’s bones, settling through his stomach. He could feel his heart hammering between them as Eddie pressed close, the skin on skin contact sending hot shocks down his spine. 

Steve’s arms went around Eddie’s wide shoulders, now that they were so close, he couldn't bear the idea of any space between them now. His legs came up, hooking around Eddie’s waist — feeling very much like they belonged there. Steve bucked his hips up, gasping as he felt the hot, long line of Eddie’s cock pressing against the back of his thigh.

“Oh my god,” Steve panted, his voice coming out strangled and hoarse, “Please, Eddie.”

“I’ll give it to you baby, don’t worry. I’ll fill you up just how you want, gotta open you up first though —”

“Hurry,” he demanded. The tension of the past few weeks was bearing down on him full force, desperation taking over. Every stolen make-out session, the grinding against countertops and walls, breathing hot and heavy into each other’s mouths… he vaguely registered Eddie groan above him, all of his focus honed in on mouthing over his Adam’s apple as it bobbed. He couldn’t handle any more teasing. 

He literally might die if he didn’t get Eddie’s cock in him as soon as possible.

Eddie reared back, rushing to tug his own jeans and underwear off and kick them to the floor.

“Roll over,” Eddie growled, already grabbing at his hips and starting to manhandle Steve onto his stomach — Steve gasped at the sudden pressure as his dick pressed into the comforter, and the new press of his claws digging into the soft curve of his ass. Before he could gather his mind enough to question what he was doing, he was spreading him open, hot breath fanning against his skin. 

“Oh fuck-” It was official, Steve was never, never, going to be satisfied by anything else. Eddie’s tongue — hot, wet, obscenely long — swept over his hole, and Steve could swear he was seeing stars. He dug his fingers into the comforter, going boneless, moaning helplessly as Eddie held him in place.

Steve let himself lay back and enjoy — panting out little moans as the world melted away around him. He sank into it, letting the warmth spread through him as his brain went quiet, trusting completely that Eddie would take care of him, knew exactly what he needed, what he wanted. 

He was yanked back through the haze almost immediately as Eddie’s tongue pressed against his entrance and pushed. Steve jolted, a moan punching out of his throat. Eddie’s tongue was thicker than he expected, stretching him open with an obscene squelch — the messy sound sent a flash of heat to his face as he pressed it into the bed.

Steve could feel his cock dripping steadily now, now that he was laying limp in a growing wet spot on the comforter. One of Eddie’s hands slid up Steve’s back; over the curve of his ass, the small of his back, up his spine, splaying soothing heat through his muscles. He shivered, feeling those claws trail along his back, scratching light marks into his skin. Instead of settling back at his hip, Steve felt those claws shrink back just moments before two fingers pressed into him, nearly forcing a howl out of him.

Eddie kept up the steady pace, fucking him open on his tongue, but with the added, sudden stretch of two fingers, it was all Steve could do just to focus on not coming immediately as he rutted his dick into the bed. 

He couldn't help himself.

Thankfully, Eddie gave him some relief. He pulled back, looking extremely satisfied with himself as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Steve looked over his shoulder at him, his eyes hazy, heart thudding in his throat. Their eyes met, Eddie’s bright eyes burning red, watching his every move with a nearly obsessive focus. Steve shuddered, breathing heavy through his mouth.

“Oh, look at you baby,” Eddie cooed. “You like that? Liked me getting you all wet?” Eddie settled heavy along Steve's back, pressing soothing kisses along his shoulders. Steve trembled beneath him, suddenly overwhelmed by the towering presence he made — wings spread wide over his broad shoulders; all he could see or feel was Eddie’s heat as his fingers swept over his hole, coming away slick with saliva.

“Yeah you do, you're dripping for me baby, look at that. I was gonna be gentle with you Stevie, but I guess that’s not what you want is it?”

Steve whimpered, his eyes catching the way they glistened in the low light. 

“Such a little slut, aren’t you baby. So desperate, your tight little cunt’s so wet around my fingers…” Those fingers dipped into him again, a third sliding in and spreading him wide. Steve clutched at the bedding, the air getting caught in his throat when he tried to open his mouth to speak. 

“Please, Eddie —”

“Shh, sweetheart, you just lay there, just like that, okay? Be a good boy.” A warm hand settled soothingly along his spine, tail curling around his thigh again and squeezing, and Steve melted as Eddie’s fingers continued their singleminded mission. Once again, they found that bundle of nerves and pressed, unyielding, rubbing in tight circles that made Steve choke on a sob as he cried out Eddie’s name. 

Eddie had the nerve to laugh, soft and teasing, sounding far too satisfied with himself.

“Too much, baby? Want me to stop?” 

“No!” Steve nearly shrieked, reaching back to grasp tight at Eddie’s wrist, even though he knew it’d be in vain if Eddie really wanted to get away. He caught the teasing tilt to Eddie’s mouth through his watery eyes, the smug grin settling into place.

“No? So you don’t want me to stop? Only want my fingers tonight?” 

“No!  Eddie — I — ” Eddie interrupted him with a sharp thrust of his fingers, and Steve keened, loud and high into the air. He tried to squirm away from the onslaught, the pressure coiling tight in the pit of his stomach— but Eddie’s tail wrapped tight around Steve’s waist, holding him in place.

“Poor baby, you’re so close, aren’t you?” Eddie crooned, leaning down to push Steve’s hair back tenderly from his sweaty, flushed face.

“Yes, yes yes, please, Eddie —”

“Taking my fingers so well, Gonna take my dick just as well, huh baby? You’re just gagging for it, aren't you?” Steve wasn’t sure if he wanted to beg, scream at him, strangle him — it was becoming more and more apparent that Eddie loved riling him up just as much here as he did in every other part of their lives. Eddie smoothed his free hand down Steve’s heaving side, the juxtaposition of tenderness with the sharp scrape of his claws against his ribs making Steve shiver. 

“Such a good fucking boy, I’m gonna fill you up so good. Gonna fucking breed you, baby, I’m gonna come so nice and deep inside you and stuff you full. You want that, sweetheart?”

God help him, the man wanted him dead.

His reaction must have been obvious on his face, and thank god, because he wasn't sure if he could speak yet — a sly, devious grin began taking shape as Eddie slid his fingers out of him and settled back on his knees. Steve blearily looked back at him. He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it sooner; of course, along with the rest of his changes, his dick would change too. Of course it would, idiot.

Eddie definitely wanted him dead.

Longer, thicker, curved upward — Steve’s breath was coming out in soft, shallow pants in anticipation as he rocked his hips down into the wet fabric beneath him. Eddie slid off of the bed, wide wings tucked in tight behind him as he sidled over to Steve’s bedside table to rattle around — he returned with his bottle of lube, settling back between Steve’s thighs. 

A clawed hand spread Steve’s ass again and he whined as a shockingly cool drizzle of lube slid down the cleft of his ass, two dulled fingers slipping after it to push it into his abused hole. 

“You want it baby? Want me to fuck you bare? Fill your little ass up?” When Steve only whimpered in response, Eddie’s hand was suddenly wrapped around his throat and pulling him up, bowing his back into a concerning arch. Steve’s hands went out in an attempt to steady himself. 

Eddie’s mouth pressed hot against Steve’s ear, sharp teeth teasing the curve of it.

“Use your voice, pretty boy, or you get nothing.”

Steve moaned, mouth hanging open, the loud, shameless sound bouncing around the room. Drool slipped out of the corner of his mouth, sliding down his chin.

“Yes — yes,” he choked out, feeling Eddie’s mouth twist into a grin, “give it to me — please, Eddie — ”

"Good fucking boy, my good fucking boy,” Eddie cooed, leaning in to follow the trail of his saliva with his tongue, giving it all back to Steve with a sloppy kiss. Vaguely, Steve could taste blood in his mouth, salt and metal filling his senses. Eddie licked into Steve’s mouth, teeth nicking his skin as he sucked at his lips and his tongue, before gently settling Steve back onto the mattress and pulling his hips up into his lap. Steve automatically arched into it, letting his thighs spread as he balanced on his elbows into the mattress. 

If the rumbling, deep groan was anything to go by, Eddie definitely liked it. Pride bloomed in Steve’s chest. 

Suddenly, Eddie was pushing into him, punching the air from his lungs. Steve moaned, fingers clawing into the bedding at the full stretch and burn; he blearily thought to himself that he’d never get used to it. The unyielding press, hands pressing finger shaped bruises into his hips, Eddie’s mouth, hot and panting  as he kissed and bit along the back of his neck — he shuddered, reaching back to grope at one of Eddie’s hands, relief flooding him when he twisted their fingers together.

“Shiiittt,” he whined, gasping out as Eddie’s hipbones settled against his ass. 

“Look at that, look at you taking all of it so good,” Eddie groaned approvingly, “all stretched out and full of me. Gonna have you like this every chance I get, baby.” Eddie’s tail curled around Steve’s waist, squeezing lightly, almost protectively. 

“You feel so good around my cock, Steve, fuck,” Steve’s responding moan came out strangled as Eddie pulled back, almost all the way out, and slammed back into him — pushing in deep, all the way to the base in one hard thrust. He quickly set a brutal pace, and it was all Steve could do to hold on, mind reeling as his arms collapsed under him and sending him face first into the bedding. 

“Fuck- fuck !” Steve could help it when his hips jerked forward as Eddie’s hand curled around his dick, he looked down between them to see that darkened skin and claws against his skin and groaned, biting back a moan as he came hard — the orgasm hitting him like a train. Eddie let out a bewildered laugh behind him; Steve vaguely registered Eddie speaking to him, but couldn't focus on anything besides the aftershocks running down his spine. 

He panted into the bedding, spotty points of light flitting across his vision. 

Eddie fucked him through it, his hands sliding up Steve’s back to press him even harder into the mattress as he squirmed. He kept fucking him open, through the sensitivity, cooing and kissing him sweetly, whispering filthy praise to him gently. Steve could feel himself rallying, dick twitching to life again quick enough to make his head spin when Eddie doubled down on him, his powerful thighs slapping against Steve's.

“You can give me one more, right you pretty boy? Just one more and I’ll put a load in your pretty little cunt, just like you want, let everyone know you’re mine.” Steve couldn’t help the long, high whine that tore out of his throat. 

Fuck, where did he learn to talk like that? Steve was definitely learning things about himself tonight.

“Yeah, fuck, that's it,” Eddie snarled. 

Steve cried out Eddie’s name as he started fucking into him again with renewed energy, deep and steady; all Steve could do was lay there and take it. His head was floating in post-orgasmic bliss, fingers clenching and unclenching in the bedding — focusing on the touchpoints of Eddie’s hands wrapped around his hips, tail wrapped around his thigh, and hot breath at the back of his neck. Steve twisted his head, sighing as Eddie captured his lips; they panted against each other’s mouths, kissing sloppily as they tried to catch their breath. 

Eddie’s hand snaked between him and the bed, wrapping around Steve’s sensitive dick and stroking him in time with his thrusts; Steve squirmed, his hips unable to decide between fucking forward into his fist, or back in time to meet his thrusts. Either way, Steve was rapidly tumbling towards the finish line, and it sounded like Eddie was there with him as well.

“Fuck, you’re perfect, just for me, all mine, aren't you angel? Gonna mark you up, fill you up, everyone will know who you belong to — gonna fill you up till you're dripping, gonna keep you forever, c’mon pretty baby, come for me again, I know you can do it—”

"Don't stop, don't stop,— please, fuck, come in me —”

Steve clenched tight around Eddie’s cock — already writhing, right on the edge of too sensitive and overstimulated almost as soon as another orgasm ripped through him.

He kissed him hard as he fucked him through it; Steve’s legs shook beneath him as he sobbed and keened. There was no way he could come back from this, ever even think of trying this with anyone else, not when Eddie made every touch light his body up with pleasure like this. Eddie could have asked him for anything at that point; his car, the secrets of his hair routine, a trip to the moon, Steve would have given him the moon if he asked. He was floating, shuddering, halfway out of his brain as Eddie followed after him.

“So fuckin’ good, baby, fuuuck — ” Eddie cut himself off with a strangled snarl, his hips snapping hard, staccato thrusts — he gave one final, powerful thrust, leaning down and holding Steve’s hips in place as he went still. Once again, teeth latched into Steve’s shoulder, sharp points of pain shooting down his spine. Even his tail squeezed tight around Steve’s waist; he could already feel the bruise forming under his skin. He whimpered —  even in his dazed, fucked out state, Steve felt him twitching inside him, and the embarrassingly hot drip of cum already starting to leak out of him. He blushed, his heart ramming in his chest as he struggled for air.

Eddie barely had pulled out before collapsing down on Steve, halfway splayed across him as he planted sloppy kisses on his neck as he pet reverently down Steve’s sweaty back. They laid there for a moment, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the quiet air. Steve finally managed the strength to turn his head towards him, sighing as Eddie kissed him gently, fingers reaching up to push his sweaty hair out of his eyes. 

“Feeling okay, sweetheart? Was that too much? I was acting like a bit of a brute there at the end,” Eddie murmured, dark eyes catching the skin he had just pierced before kissing him again. Steve pressed his forehead against Eddie’s when he pulled back, closing his eyes, hardly able to keep them open any longer as he rubbed his thumb into the curve of Steve’s cheek.

“Mmhm, I’m great, that was mindblowing.”

“Mindblowing?” Eddie teased lightly, “I’ll get that put in the record books then.” Steve laughed, moving to shift closer until Eddie stopped him, helping him settle back onto his stomach.

“Hold on baby, lemme get you cleaned up.” Eddie jumped to his feet — Steve looked blearily over to watch him as he bent to grab a shirt from the floor, startled to see his wings, tail, and horns had disappeared. Steve absentmindedly realized he already missed them. 

Eddie must have noticed the look when he turned back. 

“Easier to sleep next to you like this, nothing pokey in the way.” Steve hummed intelligently in response, only slightly wrinkling his nose as he realized Eddie was using his own t-shirt as a makeshift washcloth. Eddie spread his ass in one hand, and Steve watched him from over his shoulder as his reddened eyes stared down at him, likely down at the mess Steve could feel dripping out of his abused hole. 

“Damn, that’s hot as fuck.” Steve groaned, shoving his face back into the bed —  Eddie laughed brightly, and began carefully wiping the combined mess off of him, cooing softly when Steve cringed or whimpered. When he deemed him clean enough, he blindly tossed the shirt in the direction of the hamper and settled down next to Steve, gathering him up in his arms and yanking the comforter up and over them. 

Steve settled against his chest, shoving his face into the curve of Eddie’s throat and breathing him in deep. Silence fell over the room, and Steve began to drift off as Eddie’s fingers ran soothing patterns along his back and arms, humming softly to him as he tilted his head down to press kisses into Steve’s sweaty temple. Steve fiddled with the ends of his hair, huffing at pieces that tickled at his nose.

Steve felt his eyes drooping as he tried in vain to stay awake, just to hold onto the quiet moment for just a little bit longer. 

“Dustin’s gonna kill me in the morning.” Eddie blurted out, startling Steve from his almost sleep. His barely conscious mind was doing somersaults to connect the dots in his head — Steve groaned, slapping at Eddie’s chest halfheartedly.

“Let me get some sleep and I might think about saving you from his wrath.”

“Might?!”

#eddie munson #eddie x steve #steddie #steve harrington #steddie smut #demon/incubus! eddie #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson smut #dom!eddie #love slipping a gay panic in for will as well #as a treat #eddie munson fanfic

[changingplumbob]

Villareal Household: Chapter 5, Part 5

In this part the birthday party wraps up, Joey is invited to move in and Luna's family comes for a stayover. Devin enters super mama mode to try let Luna work on her skills for promotion.

For ease of reading if the toddlers are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets when they do not use the whole word. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian.

Schatz (German) meaning treasure Schnucki (German) meaning sweetie but doesn't have an exact translation Bambino/s (Italian) meaning male child/children Amore (Italian) meaning love Piccolo (Italian) meaning little one Caro (Italian) meaning dear Zia/Zio (Italian) meaning aunt/uncle Tante/Onkel (German) meaning aunt/uncle Nonna/Nonno (Italian) meaning grandfather/grandmother

Miriam: Happy birthday darlings

Rilian: Who you

Miriam: *laughs* so funny already, it’s obviously me, Tante Miriam

Alfred: Why *gestures to her sunglasses*

Miriam: All the smart people wear sunglasses inside, my husband, your Onkel Max, and I rarely see each others eyes

Rilian: *confused noises*

Deanna: That sounds depressing

Miriam: It works for us short stuff

Luna: Who wants birthday cake

Alfred and Rilian: We Mummy

Devin: Bambinos if it’s just yourself it’s me, not we

Alfred and Rilian are confused at this, far too many words, but they quickly forget the puzzlement when chocolate cake is in front of them. Luna bustles about the family company, making sure everyone is good while Devin steals Joey for a “House Tour”

Joey: An empty room, how… trendy?

Devin: Temporarily empty. I was serious when I asked you to move in, it’s yours

Joey: Truly? I mean I know we’re best friends but you’ve got a family and kids now and I’ve got…

Devin: A high woohoo drive? So what? You’re my brother, we are family, always

Joey: You don’t worry... it’ll send the wrong message to your kids

Devin: Waltz through as many women as you like. Luna and I plan on teaching our kids that a persons worth is not tied to their woohoo life

Joey: It’ll take time to move all my stuff but I guess I can do a few shifts from the mansion

Devin: Perfect! You've agreed, no backing out now

Luna: Time to try potty

Alfred: Why

Devin: You’re both toddlers now, it’s time to learn

Rilian: Why

Luna: So you can grow out of diapers. Come on, let’s just try tonight huh

Devin and Luna help the boys pull down their pants, and diapers, and sit on the potties properly.

Alfred: Mama?

Devin: Try going number 1 or number 2

Rilian just looks around in confusion, really not sure what he’s supposed to be doing. How is he meant to do what happens in his diaper? It normally just happens without effort. Now he has to try go? Very bizarre.

Luna and Devin do their best to encourage the bambinos. In the end Alfred makes a mess over the floor but seems unbothered. Toddlers don’t clean after all.

Devin: Did you make a puddle huh?

Alfred: Mama, ugg ugg (huh hug)

Devin smiles as Alfred nestles into her shoulder.

Devin: I think Alfred likes being carried

Luna: How about you Rilian? You all finished? Ready to go to bed? However when Luna picks up Rilian he becomes angry at being restricted. He hates being carried! Guess he's no longer the loves to be held infant.

Devin: Time to go night night caro

Alfred: Why

Luna: So you can sleep. Snuggle down. Do you two want a story tonight?

Rilian: or ee? (story)

Devin and Luna pick the dinosaur book and both read to the bambinos. Devin does all the dinosaur voices while Luna reads the narration parts of the story. Alfred and Rilian giggle but before long begin to snore softly.

Devin: Night night my bambinos, mama loves you

Luna: Sweet dreams Alfred, sweet dreams Rilian, mummy is so happy to have you two

While they were taking care of the bambinos, Joey had begun to move some of his stuff in. He ran in to Luna's brothers Hugo and Max, as well as Max's wife Miriam, who are staying for a few days.

Devin: Welcome home

Joey: Thanks Devin

Devin: Oh here’s trouble, my sunglasses clan mate

Max: Nice to see you to

Devin: Thanks for staying, Luna’s missed having family around

Hugo: No problem, it’s not like any of us have jobs anyway

Joey: Stupid game code not working

Hugo: Umm sure

Devin: Don’t mind my brother, he just feels very connected to the watcher

Max: One of those religious ones is he

Devin: Gosh Lu, you didn’t tell me not believing in the watcher was a family trait

Luna: It’s just how dad raised us, maybe mum would have been different but…

Max: But we’ll never know because she abandoned us

Luna: Max! We don’t know that’s what she did

Hugo: Exactly! Dad probably killed her

Luna: Hugo!

Joey: And they say I’m paranoid

Luna: She’s got to be alive... somewhere

Luna: I do keep trying the genealogy research but, nothing

Miriam: Oh great, let’s spend more time talking about the woman who screwed you all over

Feeling the need to change subjects Devin channels her most charming self.

Devin: So Miriam, how are you keeping busy

Miriam: Not with a job, we have the big house and the inheritance from Jacques

Max: We’re good

Hugo: I want to say again, thanks for giving me your portion Lu

Luna: I don’t know why that jerk cut you out of the will, he’d clearly gone batty

Hugo: That’s not it. You may have implied you knew of his criminal streak but I definitely called him a murderer to his face once or twice

While Luna goes to do some research for her faculty Devin ropes the rest of the Villareal’s into helping her practice some lines for her next job.

Miriam: So we fight, but it’s a fake fight?

Devin: Exactly

Max: What did you say to my brother

Hugo: Chill out Max, it’s part of a script

Max: Oh, that’s fine then, verbally abuse him at your leisure

Devin: Buongiorno everyone

Max: Guten Morgen

Hugo: You doing breakfast

Devin: Indeed. Luna is busy tending the plants and I figured I could fit in some meal prep before the bambinos waken up

Joey: Need help

Devin: I thought group cooking was bugged

Joey: Not every time, just most times

Alfred: Zi jo, Zi jo! (Zio Joey)

Joey: Buongiorno Alfred

Alfred: Huh

Joey: It means good morning

Rilian: Zi jo, Zi jo! (Zio Joey)

Devin: I guess we’re all awake now. Bambinos it’s Zio Joey, Jo-ey, Joey

Twins: Zi Joey! (Zio Joey)

Joey: Finally, my own fans. I can see why you like this attention

Devin: *laughs* can we say hi to Onkel Hugo

Hugo: Guten Morgen boys

Alfred: *laughs* Onk Hu si si (Onkel Hugo silly)

Devin: Onkel Hugo is just speaking Windenburgish piccolo

Rilian: Why

Luna: Because sims can speak more than one language if they try really hard schnucki

Devin: Grab a plate bambinos

Hugo: They’re sweet at this age

Devin: Don’t I know it. But you know if you wanted to volunteer for diaper duty…

Hugo: I’m good Devin

Alfred: Onk hu, why bru la da (Onkel Hugo, why does breakfast exist)

Hugo: What

Rilian: Onk hu, why ga lee doo (Onkel Hugo, why do bowls exist)

Devin: Yeah, talking is a process. We’re getting there a step at a time. Okay bambinos, after breakfast we’re doing baths. Now mummy has a day off but she’s trying really hard to learn so can we stick together? Like a team?

Alfred: We te te (We're a team)

Rilian: Me MEME (I'm a team)

Joey chuckles to himself at their attempts to learn language.

After much nonsense is said it’s decided Alfred will be carried to have the first bath while Rilian will walk himself.

Devin: Look, you’re big enough not to need a seat now Alfred

Alfred: We pl… we pl… play?

Devin: Clearly we need to work on some basic needs today piccolo mio

Rilian: Me we here

Devin: *chuckles* great job caro, can you play while mama finishes giving Alfred his bath?

Rilian: We me play

Devin: Arms up Alfred, time to dry off

Rilian: mama me, mama me

Devin: Yes Rilian, it’s your turn. Remember Alfred, let mummy learn

Alfred: Kay *immediately wanders out in the yard*

Devin: Let’s get some- woah! Watch where the water is going piccolo mio

Rilian: I lo lo war tar, I lo lo mama (I love water, I love it mama)

Devin: You love water do you? That’s fun isn’t it?

Following baths Devin gets both bambinos in the hall and begins teaching them about basic needs. She works with Rilian first, then switches to Alfred. While she is distracted Rilian sneaks to where his mummy is practicing her lecture and listens in awe at her big words. Both twins reach thinking skill level 2.

Devin: And what’s this one

Alfred: No! I nee pee (I need to pee)

So Luna takes a break to help Devin try and coach using the potty again, Rilian is still very confused by the process. When they’re done Luna returns to study, Devin goes for a jog, and the bambinos get their first screens.

Alfred: Rili, what got (Rilian what do you have)

Rilian: Rab.. bab.. tablet Alfe (It's a tablet Alfred)

Alfred: pass we pass me (Pass it to me)

Rilian: No! not we, Alfe me (Not for you Alfred, for me)

Alfred grumbles but eventually picks up the other tablet to play his own game. The twins chat to each other while they play, making sense only to each other (and who else needs to follow their conversation but them anyway).

Devin: Applesauce for everyone

Alfred: YAY *plays*

Rilian: Why mama

Devin: Because it’s food time

Rilian: No like

Devin: If you don’t eat caro, you’ll be hungry

Luna: Do I hear someone being a picky eater?

Devin: Apparently. Come on caro, three more scoops

Luna: Will that work if they can’t count

Devin: Umm

After everyone has eaten the bambinos are scooped up and taken to bed. Again they get a double storytelling and happily fall asleep. It’s a good thing we managed it early as Alfred is an early riser and needs a long sleep. Afterwards Luna tries to learn a bit of Tartosian online and Devin practices her guitar playing.

Luna: Te amo Devin

Devin: *giggles* nice pronunciation Lu, but you don’t have to learn Tartosian

Luna: If the bambinos are going to speak it then I ought to try

Devin: Guess I better try learn some Winednburgish then

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#sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #Rotation8 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #VillarealHousehold #RilianVillareal #AlfredVillareal #DevinVillareal #LunaVillareal #JoeyYork #R0804

[thatbanditqueen]

Against the Wall Chapter 1

An Austin Butler 1980s Hollywood Christmas Story

This is Chapter One of a 3-part story I plan to post between now and NYE. It’s my first AB fic, my third fic ever... so be kind. I’m convinced, as always, that its... well.... not great... but whatever. I’m committed to seeing how many bars and alley ways my characters can f*&k in.... Please share/reblog if you enjoy, and let me know your thoughts!

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve 1987, and Austin finds himself at a Silverlake dive bar, where he meets the voluptuous and insecure Hannah. Both struggling to make it in the movie biz, they embark on a tumultuous relationship....

Rating: Explicit

Warning: smut, so 18+ only please, vaginal, oral, drugs, alcohol, references to toxic relationships, infidelity.

Words: 13.8 K.... the next one won’t be as long, exposition....

Playlist to keep you company as you read....

Chapter One: Bruised Bananas

 1:16 a.m. Thursday, December 24, Technically Friday morning, December 25, 1987

The Black Cat Lounge, Silver Lake

“You sure its ok for me to go, Han Han?”

Hannah leaned in, struggling to talk over the sound of Depeche Mode reverberating through the small, dark club.

“Course! I know you don’t get any in Iowa, so go have fun with Rod.”

“I think his name is Todd! OK….   maybe you’ll meet someone before closing? You’ve been working your brains out, you deserve a good Christmas fuck,” Sara looked into her friend’s eyes, and kissed her  cheek. “Call me tomorrow? I live near Abe’s, maybe I’ll stop by and say hi…”

“Yes, please, Sloan’s back from New York and she’s bringing her latest victim, I’ll need you…”

Sara nodded as she followed Rod or Todd or whatever to the door.  Hannah sipped her vodka tonic, relaxing, she felt warm and happy. The air was full of cigarette smoke, chatter and excitement. New Order’s “Bizarre Love Triangle” started and she hummed along, enjoying how the loud synth boomed through her body as she basked in the glow of the Christmas lights around the bar, the only bright spot in an otherwise almost pitch black room.  Christmas Eve girl’s night was their tradition, usually there were five or six high school friends but tonight it was the two of them. Sara was home from the Iowa Writer’s Workshop for a week, so when Rod or Tod or whatever his name had started buying them drinks, Hannah was happy for her. Sara paused and look back, eye brow arched silently confirming one last time that it was really ok to leave Hannah on her own. Hannah hoisted her thumbs up in the air and smiled broadly. Lopsidedly. Drunkenly. She rubbed her eyes, forgetting she had make up on. A fuzziness grew at the top of her head. You should go too… go pee… then leave.

There was a long line at the bathroom. This is going to take forever…..  Hannah pushed up the sleeves of her black, sequined blazer, wondering if she could make it home first. Even the thought of peeing made her want to burst.  Don’t risk pissing yourself in the cab, just be patient, get in line.  Her stomach dropped a bit when making eye contact with some of the girls leaning against the wall, looking her up and down. She suddenly felt self conscious, fat, ugly….. New year’s goal, get down to a size twelve you stupid cow. Smoothing down her tight leather mini-skirt as she shifted in place, she argued with herself, that’s just your mom talking, shut up and love your self, stupid. Then a genius idea struck, and she walked towards the men’s restroom and swung through the door, making eye contact with the solitary man washing his hands.

“Of course there’s no line, s’totally unfair, isn’t it?” She said, winking, he smiled as he left.

The relief was immediate. Hannah sat there in the stall, she had never been so happy to sit and pee quietly in a bathroom. She pulled up her fishnets, arranging herself to leave when she heard the door followed by trousers zipping open. Oh well. Boobs first, Hannah made her way to the sink, grateful for masculine bathroom etiquette, the blonde white guy at the urinal kept his eyes forward while she washed up. She dried her hands, slowly, enjoying the voyeurism of watching him shake, zip up and turn around in the mirror, unaware of her. He stopped and grinned when he noticed her, blue eyes alight with surprise.

“Whooo, hey, what’s a bathroom like you doing in a girl like this?” His voice was gravelly and his eyes laughed, drawing Hannah in, she turned toward him as he twisted the faucet. Hair combed back in a high, messy, casual quiff, his square cheekbones were an invitation. He continued talking, washing his hands, laughter in his voice.

“Either you’re the most convincing drag queen I’ve ever met, or you’re lost….”

Hannah shifted, drawn in by his warm voice, the challenge of his droll banter… she ran her hand through her curly auburn hair.

“I’m just starting the bathroom revolution, baby, if you don’t have to wait in line, neither should we.”

“Ok, Gloria Steinem,” he said slowly, extending the last “nummmm” with a flick of his tongue, mouth open, looking her up and down. A bemused smile curving in his lips. It sent a shiver up her belly and through her chest as she felt the impish tenor of his voice roll over her.  

“Ya know, you actually strike me as the sort of girl who probably spends a lot of time hanging out in men’s restrooms…. checking out the goods…. picking up dates…” 

“Ha!” Hannah’s head flew back, she weaved and steadied herself, leaning further into the counter. “You got me! That’s my plan here.” Emboldened by his smile, she leaned closer and whispered, “Tell me, is it working?” 

He brushed one of her errant curls behind her ear, looking into her eyes, and then at her breasts as they heaved up and down in her low cut silk top. Biting his lip, he dropped to her ear.

“Well, you definitely got my attention.”

The air hitched in Hannah’s throat, his breath was on her neck and she shuddered as butterflies danced through the walls of her vagina. What the fuck is happening? Is he really flirting with you? Ughhh, why are you turned on? He isn’t even your type, he looks like a stock broker…  hot, country club, beautiful yuppie scum… oh fuck it. Maybe it was the warm comfort of being drunk in a low lit room, maybe it was the thrill of being in the men’s bathroom, or maybe it was the way she could still feel the heat of his finger behind her ear. Whatever it was, Hannah broke her rule to never make the first move and drew his head down to her lips. He tasted like beer and smelled like a mix of Jasmine and amber earthiness. 

“Hey there… you’re pretty friendly for a bathroom occupying revolutionary…” he muttered, softly returning her kiss. 

Hannah’s wound her arms around him, pulling him closer.

“Don’t tell anyone but we’re all pretty easy, sex is a….” she smushed her lips against his, tugging him further down as his hands grabbed her ass, lifting her onto the sink.  “… an important part of our militant agenda… ahhh,” she moaned as he sucked at the nape of her neck, hands on top of her fishnets. 

His attention became more intense, returning to her mouth with savage, sloppy kisses, nudging his tongue in and pushing hers down before flicking the tip 

“God… you taste like strawberries…” he whispered, earnest, eager.

“That’s my …ughh… lip smackers…”

Hannah widening her legs as he pushed between them, her skirt riding up as his thumbs traced her inner thigh. She wrapped her legs around him and felt his cock stiffen. He stepped back to catch his breath and her mouth felt swollen, raw, and needy, she longed to feel his strong lips pressing back against her, owning her, compelling her to open up and bring him in. His eyes followed as his left index finger traced down the front of her shirt, slowly, grazing her breast, looking back into her eyes expectantly.

“Hey, let’s slow down….” 

Hannah’s response was dulled by the arousal vibrating between her legs, she bit her lip. 

“Hmmm….wait, what?”

“We should go back out there - dance? ”

“Ummm….”

She took a deep breathe, noting the bulge of his erection as he ran his fingers through his  dirty blonde hair, relishing how his sure hands grabbed her and tenderly lifted her off the counter .

“Unless you want to turn me around and just have your away with me here?”

“Public sex isn’t really my thing.” 

“Ah, you are more of a gentleman than I am, sir, I would have had my way with you right here and now…” Hannah winked, enjoying the blush that spread with his smile as he took her hand. She didn’t recognize herself, talking this way, the words just stumbled out of her mouth

“C’mon.” Something in Hannah’s belly curled as he grabbed her hand, his strong grip pulled her to him and she became an extension of his body, fitting neatly into the curve of his armpit, giddy as he looked down at her with a goofy grin on the way to the dance floor.

The music enveloped them as he unfurled her and moved his shoulders, swaying his hips to the sounds of Siousxie and the The Banshees. She turned and backed into him, moving in rhythm, lifting her arm to pull his mouth to her neck, rubbing her ass into his hips, turning back to wrap her hands around his neck. They moved together, awkwardly at first, then relaxing to meld in synchronicity to the beat. The slow, sad opening chords of Duran Duran’s “The Chauffeur” blared out and Hannah leaned into him.

“This is the last call song, it’s bar time.”

“Oh, cool… I need air anyway….”

Hannah moved towards the front door, then felt his hand on her shoulder,  he was nodding toward to the back exit.  Hannah pulled him into her arms as they stumbled into the alley, now he was walking her back to the brick wall across from the club, behind a set of dumpsters. She leaned into the cold surface, feeling its uneven rough ridges through the back of her thighs. The sharp sensation arousing her even more.

“What’s your name, anyway?” She asked.

“Austin…”

She whimpered as he kissed her, shallow at first and then deeply, slowly, his hands pressed on either side of her.

“I’m…. Hannah….”

“Hannah…..that’s my favorite name….”

“Liar….. “

“It wasn’t before tonight… but right now it’s… “ he kissed her neck, “the only name…” he kissed her clavicle, ”I wanna know….”

He paused, stepping back and taking a joint out. Hannah looked him over, like her, he was dressed head to toe almost entirely in black, punctuated by a metallic dark blue dress shirt that blended in with the rest in the darkness. The contrast made his blonde hair and lightly tannned skin all the more radiant. His bright blue eyes shone with lust as he lit up the joint and inhaled. Hannah reached over, taking it without asking, looking into his eyes intently as she leaning up to shot gun the smoke into his open lips.  Austin’s fingers traced the side of her cheek, down her jaw. 

“You are pretty cute, you know… for a sharp tongued broad who likes to harass men in the john.”

Hannah’s eyes sparkled as she gasped a “ha,” but he could see that his fingers  flustered her. Austin liked the idea that he was making her blush, making her speechless, smirking as her lips hung apart. The look of pure, unadulterated desire on her face made his cock hard, it had been at half mast since they left the bathroom. Her brown eyes looked up at him with awe, not demanding attention, not  expecting anything, she looked genuinely thrilled just to be there, standing in his shadow and fooling around. It had been a long time since he was with a woman who didn’t seem to demand constant flattery and praise. Austin looked back into her eyes, they seemed unsure, playful, innocent, an effect heightened by how hard she was trying to seem confident and experienced, grabbing the joint out of his hand in mock defiance. He lost himself watching her, wondering what it would be like to taste her as he took it back and sucked in another hit, savoring the strawberry lip balm that lingered on the tip of the joint. His left hand moved into the wall as he hovered over her, smiling down at Hannah. He was torn between a primal desire to protect and care for her, and pillage every orifice. The tenor of her voice and the way she seemed almost overwhelmed by their closeness on the dance floor gave him the impression she didn’t do this sort of thing with strangers often.

“So….Hannah…. nice to, uh,  meet you …” 

She smiled, a blush returning to her cheeks as her eyes fell to the ground, her hips falling further against the wall. Austin inhaled and held her chin up so he could now shotgun the smoke into her mouth. Her eyes answering his unspoken question by pressing her hands on his shoulders as she held in the hit for a few seconds, her forehead now grazing his, their noses touching. The sensation was intensely intimate, and Hannah’s expression shifted to a challenging smile as she took the joint back from him once again. Austin felt a bolt of electricity go up his spine and settle at the base of his skull, his whole body buzzed. He was transfixed, unable to break eye contact as his fingers moved up and down the voluptuous, soft curves of her hips. He loved the way her body welcomed his hands, warm, pleasant, comforting, he wanted to submerge himself into her plush bosom. His thought of his last girlfriend, all tight skin and bones, a sharp edged bird. 

Hannah’s dark curls bobbed up and down like her tits, Austin couldn’t help touching them. He pulled on a curl, watching intently as it sprang up and down, then doing the same experiment with her right breast, caressing beneath it and then lifting it up to watch it bounce. He could spend hours just watching the buoyancy of these tits heave above him. He leaned in, now his lips were again on her neck, his hands moving down her thighs, a moan escaping her mouth through the rich, exhale of smoke. She threw the joint on the ground, hands moving under his jacket, as Austin traced up her thighs. His fingers moved up her skirt, almost absentmindedly, seeking out the warmth inside her panties and between her legs. Hannah arched into him as his fingers lightly grazed the public hair at her entrance, looking up she saw uncertainty in his eyes.

“Is this ok?” His voice was low, cracked, his mouth parted. 

She nodded and he kissed along her jaw, moving  into the base of her neck, then her ear, his fingers delving between her and slowly, carefully, yet purposefully, stroking up and down over her clit, finding the moisture and using the slick to rub her in rhythm with her hip as it thrust forward. He joined her, rutting against her leg, gently sliding his index finger lower, into her cunt, gasping as he worked the tight clench, using his thumb to follow her moans, noting how she trembled most when he thumbed a half circle along the left side of her nub. She became slippery and soft, opening for him, her hands around his back, she moaned into the alley, her back rubbing against the rough bricks behind her with abandon. Shiny, black sequins from her blazer spiraled to the ground.  Austin stopped nibbling her ear, shifting above her, looking into her eyes.

“You are….. so beautiful,”  His cheeks flush, his thumb flicking back and forth, Hannah moaned out as he pushed his middle finger into her now.

“Don’t do that.” She said, looking up at him.

“Does that hurt?” He asked, pulling his second finger out, maintaining his slow, rhythmic flex.

“No, I mean what you said. Don’t talk …like that. Don’t lie to me, don’t say cheesy things because you think I need them… I don’t… I… ughh…. I don’t want you to be nice to meEEeee…”

Austin’s smiled as he felt her shudder, unable to stop her voice from trembling under his touch. Then he considered what she had said, his brows furrowing as he stopped fingering her. 

“Hey.” He moved her hand to his cock, hard and protruding through his trousers. His voice was low but firm. “I don’t like it when people tell me how I feel, or what to say…. Feel that? I’m not here saying things to be nice… you turn me on. I think you are beautiful… and I don’t care if you agree, honestly…”

She looked up at him, her large brown eyes serious. “I just can’t take it when men are…  nice to me.” She kissed his chin, her hand slowly rolling over his member. “I want you to be mean, be rough…hurt me…” 

Austin shook his head, his thumbs flicking over her nipples as he glided his hands over her breast.

“What… so you would prefer me to call you like… an ugly slut while I pound you into oblivion?”

Hannah nodded.

“Mmhmmmm.”

Austin’s bit his lip as she moved her hand, continuing to rub the outline of his cock and then pulling on his belt.

His left hand went to the base of her throat, tightening a little, then releasing as she paused.

“Sorry baby, mean and rough ain’t my thing…” he turned her around, slowly, and pressed her against the wall, she felt the cold brick against her cheek as he lips warmed her shoulder, sucking and nibbling as he slowly rolled her skirt up. Hannah gasped, moaning into the bricks, as Austin spoke, his words punctuated by each kiss to her neck. 

 “If you want me to fuck you... you’re going to have to take me….  Nice and slow…”

He arched his eyebrow as Hannah looked over her shoulder at him and nodded in assent.

“Yeah, ok pretty boy…  fuck me then….  Do you, uh, have a condom?”she asked, trembling. Hannah had never had a man treat her this way, it was the most baffling sensation, he asserted his dominance while seeming reverential. She hadn’t been with anyone since Eddie, her last serious boyfriend, and he was punishing in bed, taking pleasure in degrading her as he punched through her like a jack hammer. She felt all the blood go to her core as Austin promised to fuck her slowly, and she throbbed for him even more.

The need in her eyes made Austin momentarily unable to talk, just nod, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a condom, relief washing over him that there was one because he hadn’t planned on having sex tonight. He looked around, briefly brought out of lust’s heady daze of to put his wallet away, condom wrapper in mouth. He glanced down the alley, ensuring they were alone, even somewhat hidden from the back of the club behind the dumpsters. However, he knew anyone walking by would catch them, and the prospect both terrified and excited him. Looking back towards Hannah, he realized she was watching him ardently as he undid his trousers, letting them slide to the ground, shoving his briefs down and rolling the rubber on.

Testes pulled up in the cool night air, Austin leaned into Hannah for warmth, kissing the cushy softness of her ass, lowering her panties, swearing out with a whispered apology as he accidentally ripped her fishnets, he was so eager,  hurriedly sparked on by the arousal building in his stomach at the sight of her plump, heart shaped bottom. His hand cupped the softness and then slapped it gently, the pliant give of her cheeks tightening his erection as he halted at her entrance and slowly nudged forward, finding it still somewhat tight, yet also slick and welcoming. As he hesitated, Hannah pushed back on to him.

“I said fuck me pretty boy…” 

Austin let out a half laugh that turned into a moan as he reveled in her snug, inviting pussy, moving cautiously as he felt her soften and stretch.

“Does this feel ok?”he asked in her ear, and she nodded.

“Harder.” She called out, looking over her shoulder, seeing his mouth open in silent concentration as he surged gently into her again.

“Like I said, don’t…  tell me….” He kissed her shoulder, and grabbed her more firmly at the hips “….what do to….”

He plunged back into her, taking care to remain slow, steady, controlled, savoring how her soft hips moved back to meet him with each forward movement, never fully leaving her warm cunt as he burrowed deeper and deeper, opening her further up to him with every thrust. His right hand moved from her waist to her shoulder, as he pushed her harder against the rough surface of the wall without realizing it, fixated on kissing her neck, then just on breathing as he began to pump into her with slightly more force and speed.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He growled into her ear, she moaned back loudly, then his head fell forward into her back.

“Mmhmmm….. oh god….”

“Hey, let me know when you are close, ok?” He panted.

Hannah gasped, heaving. Just tell him, tell him, you don’t cum during sex… But she couldn’t, she didn’t want to discourage him, ruin the mood, stop him from continuing his steady thrusts that felt so good she planned to think of them later, alone, touching herself. So she nodded, gasping out “Okkkk…”

Austin pushed her further into the wall, increasing his rhythm.

“Ughhh, let me know if I’m hurting you, ok…?”

“No… this is good, I’m umMM… good” she said meaning it, but followed with a lie. “I’m getting close.”

His head fell into her back and he kissed her blazer. Her rough, scratchy, sequined blazer. He kissed it over and over again, as he grabbed at her side, her waist, her neck, his other hand pushing the wall over her shoulder for balance. Hannah felt the pebbly indentation of the bricks gouging into her own hands, too distracted by the pummel of him inside her to notice the pain. Desperate moans escaped her lips, she focused on the crush of Austin’s frame into her, shuddering as she pushed backwards into his insistent lunge. Reveling in the sensation of his hands brushing away the hair at her neck to kiss her, the rhythm of his cock plunging into her, the sounds of his breath, the firm yet considerate lilt of his voice. She moaned out loudly, trying to summon the sound of convincing orgasm, leaning back into him, and crying out. 

He followed a few minutes later with his own exclamation, breathing out a succession of “oh gods” in a low, frantic howl, heaving in and out several more times, then grabbing her hips to stop, extracting himself gently, holding her at her waist, kissing her neck one last time. Hannah leaned forward against the wall, catching her breath as she heard him tie off the condom and throw it over the top of the dumpster, then zip up his pants. His sweet, steady manner was jarring in comparison to her previous lovers. The ache of the rough, sharp bricks against her face and hands suddenly begin to set in, but her legs wobbled slightly and she leaned back to the wall to steady herself, a few after shock twitches as she tried to move. He took off his jacket and used it to wipe between her legs, carefully bringing her underwear and most of her stockings back over her bum as lightly as he could, smoothing her skirt down. Hannah rolled against the wall to turn around, still panting, and took in the satisfied, foolish grin on Austin’s face.

“Hey…” he murmured, his lips pursed together as they curled, his fingers brushing her hair out of her face, taking her hand, kissing the back of her wrist. “This is… crazy…I’ve… I’ve never done anything like this.”

Hannah inhaled deeply, tucking her shirt in.

“What, sex in public?”

“Yeah, s’not really my thing. And with a stranger. A crazy one who tried to make me hate fuck her….”

Hannah’s cheeks reddened.

“Yeah… I usually can’t get it up for nice guys… right? Ugh, gag me with a spoon….  I just don’t go in for the ‘oh baby you’re so beautiful’ routine….”

“Too bad, because baby…. you are so beautiful…”

“Just stop … ”

“What’s your deal?”

“Look, I know I’m ok, maybe cute, but I can’t stand it when guys exaggerate… I’m no super model... I actually have one in my family…. so I know what beautiful is…”

“Well… I’ve dated girls like that… Trust me, they ain’t all they’re cracked up to be. Petty, dramatic, high maintenance, no sex drive because they are STARVing? No…  I actually think I prefer having something soft to hold onto… ” He leaned down to kiss the top of her cleavage.

Despite her best efforts to stay cool and aloof, a genuine smile beamed through Hannah’s face as she swatted him away from her boobs and guffawed.

“Stop.”

Austin paused, leaning above her, blazer slung over his shoulder. Hannah eyed it, thinking how he used it to wipe away her sweat and slick, how much it would cost to dry-clean. Although, something about Austin gave her the impression he didn’t worry about dry-cleaning bills. He probably grew up in a big, expensive house, going to private schools, belonging to a country club. Suddenly self conscious, she wiped under her eyes.

“I must look like a mess…”

“A beautiful mess…”

“Ok, seriously, stop… you’re the beautiful one, pretty boy, really…”

Hannah soaked in the warmth of his breath, and trembled looking up into his eyes. He searched her face, an inquisitive look spreading he glanced down the alley.

“Hey, let’s go back to your place.”

“What? Why? I don’t even know you….”

A “ha!” escaped Austin’s mouth, floating up into the dark Christmas Eve sky. “Are you kidding me ? I was just inside you…”

“Well…”

“Look, I’m staying with a friend who lives down the street… we can’t go back there, I actually came here because he was fighting with his girlfriend… So we’re going back to your place… I’m not finished with you yet.”

“What?”

“You didn’t cum…Tell me I’m wrong?”

She stuttered. “It doesn’t matter, we both had fun…”

“ ‘It doesn’t matter…’ is definitely a no… “

“You don’t owe me anything…. It’s late, and I’m actually" Hannah stopped as a yawn escaped her lips “ quite tired…”

His lips turned into a mischievous smile. “I do owe you, and I always settle my debts… I might be more of a feminist then you are… female orgasms are my favorite…” He raised his fist and pumped it to the sky, laughing at her eye roll.

“OK,” he continued, “This is ridiculous, shut your pretty face and let’s go already.” 

Austin winked as he whisked her next him, putting his arm around her as he walked them down to the end of the alley and into a cab. 

———

A simple framed poster for Some Like it Hot in Italian greeted Austin as he followed Hannah into her small, second story studio apartment awash in film posters, art, dirty coffee cups and empty beer cans.

“It’s a mess, sorry, when I’m not working I’m sleeping…. Can I make you some tea?” She asked, an anxious energy in her voice as she turned around, slipping off her shoes and blazer. Grabbing a hair clip from the kitchen bar that clearly doubled as a filing cabinet, rolodex and table, Hannah pinned up her sweaty, curly hair. 

He shook his head. “So, what do you do? You know… when you aren’t seducing men in alleys?”

“Ha! You are fucking hilarious… that was also my first time doing anything like that…” 

She grabbed his hand as he tried to pull her back into an embrace, turning to the sink, filling a glass with water.

 “I’m an editor….  film editor…. I’m working a few so-so jobs right now but.. I’m working on my networking skills…”

“Oh, so you're in the biz?”

“Yeah… yeah… you?”

“Yeah, actually, I’m an actor..”

“No... no! You seem too nice for an actor… too smart…”

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“Everyone knows actors are just empty vessels… vain stupid empty vessels…  they are the worst…. I’ve never met one who wasn’t a complete asshole. Think they’re the most important part of a movie… don’t understand the real artistry is the invisible stuff….”

“Like editing?” He grinned.

“Yes! Editing, writing, sound, camera work… everything else! Editing makes the movie… s’what puts the story together, otherwise it would 100s of hours of different takes out of order…. All actors have to do is show up and let other people dress them and do their hair and feed them their lines…. Ugh, I hate actors.”

Austin grabbed Hannah and pulled her onto his lap as he sat on her orange, leather arm chair, the only place he could see to relax, and kissed her with a smile.

“Ok, ok, I give in, you win, actors are slime and editors are unappreciated artistes…”

She put her arms around his neck.

“Hmm, see, you are smart…. For an actor… So, Austin, you been in anything I would have heard of?”

“Not unless you’ve been watching a lot of NYU student films….”

“Oh no, you’re not still in college, are you?”

“No, I graduated last year, just been living in New York, going out on auditions, I’ve had a few bit parts off broadway…”

“Anything promising.” She watched his face light up.

“Yeah, actually…” he looked down coyly, “I just scored a part in Sydney Pollack’s next movie, I’m moving back out here for it. My agent said its already opening up more  auditions… s’really exciting, actually…”

Hannah paused, her hand ran through his hair.

“Wow, Austin…  Pollack, good for you…. Wait, you said you are moving ‘back’?”

“Yeah, I actually grew up in Anaheim….”

“Oh no, you’re an actor AND you’re from Orange County?” She leaned into his neck all mock agony.

“What? What’s wrong with Orange County?”

“Everything… I know all I need to know…  next you’re gonna tell me you voted for Reagan… wait, don’t….”

“What’s wrong with Ronald Reagan” he laughed, taking her head in his hands and kissing her nose. “You are such a fucking fuss budget, you crack me up….” Drawing her head next to his, mussing her hair, looking up at the art on her wall, absentmindedly kissing her forehead.

Hannah embraced the pleasant comfort of Austin’s arms, looking at his profile, noticing the way his hair seemed to fall into a disheveled coiff yet still seemed effortlessly sexy. I’m lucky I met you before you were in a movie… who knows the next time you’ll have a one night stand with an average girl…. She flicked the bottom of his earlobe, and he turned toward her. 

“Wanna fool around?” He asked her and she gently slapped the side of his cheek with her hand.

“Don’t you get tired? It’s almost 4 … we should set up the bed…. I probably smell amazing,” sarcasm dripped from her tongue. “But honestly I can’t be arsed to shower.”

Austin moved his hands underneath her knees and around her shoulder, lifting her up, smelling her crotch, armpits, hair as she giggled and shrieked.

“Smell fucking amazing… you smell like fun….”

Hannah jumped up, extending her hand to lead him to bed. Which was standing upright on the wall of the living room.

“Wow, a Murphy bed? I’ve never actually seen one of these in-person…”

“Yeah, they don’t have these in Orange County, do they? I’m guessing my apartment could fit into one of your mansion’s bathrooms…” He shoved her shoulder with a ha ha ha as she kept talking. “This apartment was built in the ‘30s. It’s small, but it’s all I can afford and it’s only 15 minute over the hill into Burbank.”

“Oh, are you working at Warner?”

“No, I’m free lancing it, I’m at a little post house, we do a lot of Disney’s stuff…”

“Wow, look at you….” An expression of respect formed on his face as he watched her pull the bed down. He knew a few editors from his program at NYU, they were all dudes. Every editor he’d ever heard of was a dude. His own brief experience learning basic editing in a required class had shown him how much he detested that kind of work, he was not cut out for the grinding, thankless schedule of postproduction and the patient attention to detail it demanded.

“The sheets are dirty —“

“S’all good with me —“

“I guess I should change…”

Austin moved toward her, she froze in silence as his hands slowly untucked her shirt and lifted it over her head as she shifted, a nervous laugh startling out of her throat. She looked up at him, dazzled by his attention, soaking in his reverence as the back of his fingers trailed over her naked belly, turning her around as he kissed her back and unclasped her bra. Throwing it to the side, he turned his attentions to unzipper her skirt, bring her back to face him as he pulled her skirt down with her fishnets and panties to the floor, kissing the smooth skin over her plump belly,settling on his knees to lift her feet one-by-one as he gently took her clothes off. He drew her down to the edge of the bed, looking into her eyes.

“There, I think you’re ready for bed…..”

“Ha….” She said, almost breathless, pushing up on his shoulders. “I need to brush my teeth…” she patted him on the head, ambling to her little bathroom, looking back over her shoulder to see him watching after her naked bottom with a happy, dazed look on his face.

——-

12:05 p.m.  Friday morning, (Technically it had been afternoon for six minutes)  December 25, 1987

It was when Austin tossed into her and began snoring on the top of her head that Hannah woke up, finding his left hand cupping her breast from under her shirt. She lay there for ten minutes, enjoying the cozy warmth of his body as it spooned into her. The hard dagger of his morning wood jabbing in her ass made her sizzle, she hadn’t even really gotten a good look at it in the dark, but she knew it was a girthy bugger from slight soreness that lingered between her legs. His embrace was wonderful, but she couldn’t bear Austin’s snoring, it got increasingly louder and made her cracking hangover unbearable. How the fuck can someone so hot make these unholy sounds? Despite her best efforts to disentangle herself without waking him, she saw his eyes blink open as she held his arm, hesitating to find the best place to put it. His hand grasped hers and kissed the back of her palm, groggy, half asleep, he rubbed his eyes.

“Hey…. beautiful…” a sunny smile greeting her as he gathered her from behind back into his arms, smushing his lips into the curve of her neck.

“Hmm…. beautiful, huh…  forget my name?” She asked, turning inward to look at him with a teasing grin. He planted a strong peck on her lips. 

“Oh Hannah, I wasn’t that drunk… you know athletic activity helps keep the mind alert when drinking…” Austin wiggled his eye brows.

“Oh it does, huh? That is some bullshit…”

He smiled as he kissed her again, now hovering over her, her hips sideways against him. The unmistakable bulge of his cock against her ass. 

“It does…. I remember everything….. so, why are you so feisty this morning?” He said, gazing at her breasts. “Oh, right, now I remember… I still owe you a —"

“Austin ha! No… you don’t owe me anything—“

He put his finger to her mouth.

“Shhhhh….  Trust me, I’ve slept with more women than you, most girls don’t cum during sex… at least at first with me … ” he winked, his lips returning to their home on her neck.

“Oh? And how many women are we talking about here? What’s your sample size?”

Austin sighed, and stopped moving his hand up her thigh, settling back and leaning into her shoulder, his hands snaking around to grasp her tightly.

“Do you really want to know?”

“What do you mean?”

“How many?”

“I was just questioning your research methods,” Hannah turned to kiss his cheek, looking up into his eyes, a nervous laugh escaping “I’m just joking around….  I don’t know anything about you, I don’t know your last name, I don’t know how old you are…  last night was fun but…I’m a big girl, I know how this ends….  I don’t expect you to share your ...” she kissed his chin and flicked hair out of his eyes “... life history with me.” Hannah kissed him on his lips, and rolled over to get up. He pulled her back to him.

“Hey! Where do you think you are going… “

“To make coffee?”

“Oh no you don’t… ” he leaned in to kiss her again, barely detaching his mouth to mutter in-between soft, sloppy pecks to her lips. “My last name is Butler,” smush, “I’m 23,” smish, “I don’t do a lot of one night stands…." smash “I’m kind of a serial monogamist…” smosh “I’ve had … let’s see … three serious girlfriends …” smush, “and a handful of on-again-off-again casual relationships…a few one-time things, ” smash, “but I actually like good sex…” smosh, “and I find sex is just better when you get to….” smush, “know someone’s body…” he finished with a wink, brushing his fingers along her face. Each kiss sent a bolt of electricity down Hannah’s spine, and she sighed when he stopped, running her index finger lazily along his bare shoulder.

“Do you know how many people you have slept with? Like ever?“

“Probably around 25… counting everything… Do you? Do you keep a list or just use a bathroom turnstile or what?” Hannah let out a laugh, and shoved him as he grinned, kissing her neck, and working his way lower, trying to lift off her shirt. Flames ran up through her torso but she swatted him away. Folding his arms on top of her belly, he rested his head and looked up at her.

“Your turn….” He slapped her thigh. “Full name?”

“Hannah… Rosenfeld…. 24… Leo….  two serious boyfriends … I’ve probably slept with about 10 people, total.”

“And how many of them made you cum?”

Hannah looked up at him, blushing, and turned to talk into the pillow.

“I can’t talk about this with someone I only just met…”

She rolled off and went to the kitchen area. Austin pushed up in bed and watched her. 

“Why not? It’s perfectly normal and natural.”

Hannah looked at him over the kitchen counter as she filled her kettle with water. 

“It’s…  it’s complicated …”

Austin got up and walked over, taking the kettle out of her hands, gliding his fingers up and down her sides. Hannah quivered, leaning back into the counter, hands pushed against the hard laminate surface, she breathing louder and louder as his fingers moved to her panties, his muscular abs grazing over her breasts, his mouth hovering over her ear as he spoke softly, deeply.

“S’not complicated…”

He kissed under her ear, his hands worked inside her underwear, brushing over her, before moving down on his haunches to take them off, kissing the soft woolly patch at the apex of her legs. Hannah gasped as he rose and grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her up on the counter as she snorted.

“Austin..” She hit his arm. “What are you doing?”

He shushed her, putting his fingers into her mouth, and then bringing them between her folds. Hannah felt a tension building in her stomach, her chest began to ache and she inhaled deeply as he parted her thighs wide, a serious look on his face as he returned to her eyes.

“Just …relax….”

“But I ——“

His lips were soft as he kissed her, stroking the flame that was growing in her core, feeling the wetness that was developing.

“Please…I fucking love doing this….” 

Hannah gasped and nodded, watching him lower himself onto the floor, the thought that his quads were incredibly strong for someone so skinny passed through her mind. It was quickly gone as she heard him moan approvingly, fingers parting her outer lips.

“Good, you are so damn beautiful…” 

She laughed, vibrating at the way he enunciated each syllable in bee -ut - a - fulll. Playfully slapping the side of his head, they exchanged a lusty glance as he looked up at her with a devious smile, then resumed his attention to her pussy. Hannah’s eyes squeezed shut and she fell back on her elbows as Austin leaned forward kissing her inner thighs, enjoying the whimpers emerging from her mouth as he rubbed her center with his thumb. Making his way in, one soft kiss at time, he put her legs over his shoulders and opened her further with his hands.  

He smiled as her back arched and bit his lip, then leaning in to flick her lightly with his tongue, back and forth. The sensation was almost too intense on her clit, and Hannah called out in-between moans, embracing the tingling feeling growing in her depths as he moved the tip of his tongue in circles around her. Burrowing further, he nudged her clit up and down with his nose as he kissed and laved her entrance, then turned back to her pulsating round nub. Hannah called out indecipherable words as his tongue darted up and down the left side of her clit, long and slow, then shifting to lick across in quick, short staccato movements. She twitched as she felt the warm breath of his mouth on her nub, then thrusting forward as his right index finger slide into her and crooked up, gently swirling until Hannah jolted up with a cry. Austin paused and looked up at her, finger inside her but stilled.

“Uh, yeah… I just ….”

“Hmmm…. I feel like Columbus, did I just discover Hannah’s G spot…?”

“Columbus was a genocidal ….” She breathed out, chest heaving. “maniac….  But…. I do think you are …on to something…”

Austin laughed, and Hannah smiled at his blissed out eyes and goofy smile, his chin covered in her slick.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No…” she whispered.

“What was that?”

“No please god….. don’t stop…. Don’t ever stopppp” Hannah called out, trembling as she felt the hum of his self satisfied laugh against her clit, the feel of his index finger pushing in and out of the spongy, soft bundle of nerves inside her walls caused her to spasm uncontrollably. The more slippery she became, the more acutely she felt each stroke of Austin’s pointed tongue beckoning her into oblivion. The contrast between the light flicks of his tongue and the firm, forceful movements of his fingers drove her over the edge. A heat began to violently develop inside her core and Hannah screamed out as euphoric wave after wave spread through her pussy outward to her thighs and up through her belly button. Austin continued to press her clit gently with his thumb as he fell back on his shins, enraptured by the way her face contorted into a look of painful ecstasy.

“Uhhh. Stop…. Enough… I can’t ….” 

He laughed, gripping her thighs as he stood, wiping her dampness along his wrist, kissing her, stroking the sides of her legs. Hannah faltered trying to push up on her elbows against the counter, her arm hit the faucet, splashing water on them and into the sink. Austin stood between her as she pushed it off, stroking her thighs.

“Oh god…” she wiped her brow, tasting herself on his lips with a soft kiss.

“You ok?”

“Mmmhmmm….”

A soft, sweaty glow radiated across Hannah’s face, she grinned at the stiffness of Austin’s cock against her thigh. She worked his briefs down, glancing up to see the fierce need within his eyes, his lip parted as she brought him to her entrance at the edge of the kitchen counter, inhaling as he sunk into her slowly, feeling the pinch, the soreness from last night all but gone. He stopped, not moving as she thrust up into him. Austin gasped sharply, his length fully within her. His hands at her hips, he moved his right hand up to cup her face.

“Hey… I don’t have any more condoms.” He said, thrusting back slowly, and then forward a little, moaning. “Ahhh god, you feel so amazing…. But … we should stop.” 

Hannah leaned back, arms over his shoulders, uttering a frustrated grunt.

“I definitely don’t have any condoms either… fuck… you could just pull out… “ she offered, bringing him back into her, arching her hips into him, relishing the sound of his “fuckkkkk” as he stretched her open.

“Are you on the pill?”

She shook her head, “No, I just got off in August… dry spell… figured I’d just use condoms and go back on if I started dating someone… fuck…” She didn’t share the real reason, how she thought it would be easier to loose weight off the pill. She didn’t want to break whatever spell made this handsome, too handsome, man think she was fuckable.

“OK, yeah… let’s stop… I gotta go to a Christmas thing…. and fuckkk… ok…. we should .. definitely stop… ” 

“Hmm… I don’t… want … to either… but … I have ... same …”

Austin paused, just standing there, still buried to the hilt in Hannah. He kissed her, deepening with each one, tightening his embrace as Hannah whimpered. He looked down into her eyes.

“I want to see you again.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow?”

“I have a thing…”

“After?”

“Maybe….”

“Take you out… like on a date….”

“Ok.” Her voice was soft and breathy.

He pulled out of her, slowly, evincing a deep moan.

“I’m going to go buy the biggest box of condoms….” He promised, smiling into her with another kiss.

Hannah laughed, putting her hand around his dick, feeling her slick lubricating him as she tugged.

“I could still get you off?” She offered, puckering her mouth with a loud POP.

He looked over at the clock, it was 1:30.

“Fuck, god… but… ughhhh…. its ok… I’m a big boy… and I gotta jet,  I have two different parties I have to go to, and I’m already gonna be late…”

Hannah traced the ridges of the corded muscles along his abs, nodding, knowing she also needed to shower and get ready for her day. He helped her off the counter, kissing her, and  moving to find his clothes.

“So, what are you up to? Rosenfeld…. does your family celebrate Christmas?” Austin was on the ground looking for his pants.

“My uncle does, for his wife, they’re having a big party.” She leaned into the sink, watching as he searched for his clothes, now sitting on the bed, buttoning his shirt, pulling on trousers.

“Oh, do you have a big family?”

“No… he just knows a lot of people…. It’s just me and my dad here in LA…. ”

“Ohh… “ he smiled, as he bent to pull on his black slip on shoes. “Your pop meeting you there?”

Hannah shifted, running her hand through her hair.

“Um, no, he and my uncle don’t really talk….  s’a long story…. the short version is,  my dad’s an editor too… like a sound editor, he and my uncle started out together, my uncle’s a ... uh... a producer… they both came out here, found some success… and, well, about twelve years ago my uncle agreed to invest in my dad’s business idea, a full service sound design company … then.. well, my aunt convinced him not to at the last minute.. the whole thing kind of tore our family up….”

Hannah inhaled, and stopped talking. She didn’t tell him how her father had dealt with the devastation of defaulting on his loan by drinking. Heavily. How her mom ran off to San Francisco and then back to London, to her family, to get away, leaving 12 year old Hannah there. Which was ok, if she’d had to choose, she had always been closer to her father anyway. But things got messy, her father had made the horrible decision to restart his life buying a trailer in Malibu, in a small, unofficial retirement park full of nosy old people. Hannah had to transfer from her crunchy, alternative artsy private school to Santa Monica High, the nearest public school to where they now lived. Suddenly her commute to school went from 10 minutes to an hour, and that was probably the easiest part of high school. Pot, ice cream, music and her small coterie of friends had made survival possible until she escaped to college. Things were better now, her dad was three years sober in AA, working intermittently, though mainly non-union, TV and straight to video stuff. Hannah longed to buy him a big house, set him up, let him rest, he had been grinding for thirty years. She wanted to free him, help her father move on from his disappointed, disoriented life adrift these last ten years. Hannah stopped, feeling she had overshared.

She took in Austin’s look of warm sympathy, his low “Oh… wow…”

“Hey, I didn’t mean to get heavy… but.. no, I won’t see him today… we have a tradition, we swim in ocean at dawn on New Year’s day, so I’ll drive out to his place in Malibu and see him then…. But, uh, yeah, I like started trying to mend things with my uncle about two years ago.. ha…. You know, after I graduated from UCLA and started looking for work…. My uncle is a producer… I guess I am shamelessly trying to use him….”

Austin walked over, putting his hands around Hannah.

“That’s how this business is, I’d do the exact same thing - you have to use every advantage you have, because it’s not about how good you are…. It’s about who you know…”

————

5 p.m. 

The sounds of the party downstairs floated up to the guest room where Hannah had snuck off to call her friend Sara, excitedly running through the events of the last 24 hours.

“It’s like, a Christmas miracle babe… I might actually start liking this fucking holiday… When can you get away? Come meet me here, and we can go get a drink at Barney’s… I wanna hear all about Rod Todd.”

“Yes…. It’s definitely Todd, and I don’t think my night was as exciting as your’s… Give me another hour or so and I’m there…” Sara promised. 

Hannah smiled, she had been grinning all day, hearing Austin’s voice every where she went. If she squeezed her legs she could almost imagine feeling him between them as he asked to see her again, his hard length still inside her. She straightened her white blouse walking downstairs, she even smiled at the sound of the Vienna boys choir as she ordered a glass of red wine at the bar, nodding and making small talk with some of the other people there. The guests were mostly from Paramount where her uncle was Vice President of Development, but there was an assortment of people from other studios, talent agencies, competitors and random acquaintances. Right now, Hannah was learning how her uncle’s accountant had walk-on roles in several films last year. Hannah guessed over a hundred people were wandering around the party throughout the downstairs and back yard of her aunt and uncle’s vast Bel Air mansion. 

A caterer walked by with bacon wrapped scallops, and Hannah had only popped one her mouth when her younger cousin Nathan ran up and grabbed her hand.

“Mfph… caor-ful nat-tin,” she swallowed, steadying. “Wheww, I almost spilled my wine.”

“Mom said to come find you, Sloan just arrived with her boyfriend, she wants a family photo.”

“Ok, ugh, how do I look?” Hannah asked, brushing off Nathan’s hand as she followed him to the front of the house. “Oh, how much of an arrogant douche is this one?”

“I can’t tell, he looks like he could go other way..”

Hannah laughed and then stopped in her tracks as they rounded the hallway, the air left her throat and she jumped back, startled, her hand jerking back and spilling red wine all over her white blouse, her purse dropping to the ground.

“FUck fuck fuck…” she whispered, as she bent down to grab it. You are insane, every where you go, every voice you hear, you think it’s fucking Austin. But as she stood up, she saw Austin’s horrified face looking back at her, her thin, gorgeous cousin Sloan hanging on his arm. Her model cousin Sloan. Her 20 year-old model cousin Sloan. Sloan’s mouth agape in a shocked laugh as her aunt ran over, the British accent made her voice all the more shrill.

“Hannah, oh god, did you get any wine on the carpet? Dear dear, now we’ll have to wait to do the photo… Abe, ABE!  Get Gigi out of the kitchen for me…”

Hannah trembled, putting her glass on the nearest side table, thankful all the wine had spilled on her shirt, and none had landed on the pure, white carpet. She closed her eyes, wishing to be anywhere else as her aunt turned her around and started walking them away from the group, looking back to yell.

“Please excuse me, Austin, it was so nice to see you again. I have to go get my clumsy niece sorted out…  Sloan, show him around, won’t you? We’ll do the photo later….” She moved Hannah forward. “What am I going to do with you, Hannah? I just hope we can find something that fits… maybe one of Abe’s dress shirts… oh, I think I have an oversized holiday sweater that will work.”

Hannah looked at herself in the mirror of her aunt and uncle’s master suite. A large, oversized ugly bright red Christmas sweater dwarfed her body, almost completely covering her blue mini-skirt. She fell back onto the large, soft bed, arms spread, doom enveloping her. She felt the hairspray on her dirty hair crunch. Of course. You knew he was too good to be real. Maybe you imagined last night … maybe he was just a figment of your delusional mind…. ? Wallowing in self pity, the sound of the door disturbed her from her reverie.

“It’s ok, Elaine, I’m coming - I just need a moment…”

“Hannah?” 

She jolted up at Austin’s voice, watching from across the room, arms crossed, eyes glaring as he closed the door.

“Fuck off….”

“Hannah, it’s not what you think.”

“Oh?”

“No, look… Sloan and I broke up last week… she just… I just… she asked if I would come do this one last thing as a couple… it meant a lot not to tell her mom right now… I was gonna be out here anyway…"

Hannah looked down as he strode over, backing away as he tried to embrace her, wiping the tears at her eyes.

“Don’t…”

“Please, don’t be like this… fuck… this is the most unreal fluke … ya guys don’t even have the same last name…”

“We do have the same last name,  Rosenfeld is too ugly for a model, too Jewy, Sloan shortened it to Rose when she moved to New York after high school … ”

“Hannah.” He stepped closer. “C’mon, it was an honest mistake.”

“Ok, so if it’s not such a big deal, why didn’t you mention this morning that you had to pull out of me to go take your ex-girlfriend to her family’s Christmas party? …. It’s all about who you know, isn’t Austin? Tell me. ” Hannah jeered, wiping more tears away. “Is Abe producing the film you’re in?”

Austin growled, fighting off her swats and grabbing her by the shoulders, holding her still. He wanted to choke her and fuck her into submission and comfort her all at once. The fear and anger in her eyes caused him to back off.

“Just stop, ok, you’re not being fair… " he relaxed his grip, Hannah went slack and fell into his arms. “Oh Hannah…  I’m sorry… you’re right… Sloan… we really are broken up… but … it did feel weird meeting up with her... today…. after last night… this is… gnarly…. but I like you…  I still wanna see you again, is that so crazy?” 

He took her by the chin, gently, looking into her face, searching for recognition. Her expression tensed, a stony smile formed as she pushed him away.

“Here’s the thing, Austin. Babe. There’s a girl code. Friends, cousins, their exes are off limits.”

As her feet padded down the stairs, Hannah almost ran out the door as Wham’s “Last Christmas” came over the sound system. Landing with a thud, instead, she stalked over to the bar and ordered two double vodka tonics, downing one after the other, then grabbing a glass of egg nog from the punch bowl and liberally spiked it with rum. Pacing across the room, she saw Austin come down, her mind now racing to form an escape plan, only to disintegrate inside as she watched Sloan approach her, arm around an enthusiastically smiling Sara.

“Hannah, thank god you are all cleaned up, look who I found on the front doorstep?” 

Hannah inwardly groaned, as Sloan waved Austin over, continuing.

“Hey, why don’t we all go downstairs to the den? We might find some snow after all out here in sunny California…” Sloan snaked her other arm through Hannah’s as she tried to protest.

“Hey Sloan, Sara and I have to be some—"

“I don’t mind.” Sara chimed in. 

“Don’t be silly Han Han…. Austin, bring that hot bod over here…” Sloan commanded, leading them around the house to the downstairs den, a dark room with the largest TV in the world. 

No one was around, and Sloan plopped down on the couch, opening her purse to pull out a mirror and a small coin purse, from which emerged a little baggie of white powder. Expertly lining rails of coke, Sloan paused to look up. Austin slowly went over to join her, and Sara sat on her other side.

“Are you partaking Hannie?”

“Is everyone else?”

“Why not…” Sara sighed.

Austin eyes caught Hannah’s, as she nodded. “Then yes, please…”

“What’s with you Hannah, anyway?” Sloan mumbled, rolling up a $100 bill. 

“Hannah met someone last night…” Sara giggled.

“Really?” Sloan arched her eye brow, and snorted two lines, handing it to Austin, who shook his head slightly, muttering why not as he leaned in.

“I don’t really —“

“She really likes him…. What did you say? He was the sexiest guy you ever met? Ever?” 

Hannah shot Sara a dirty look, trying to communicate that she would kill her if she uttered one more word.

“What?”

Walking over, Hannah sat across them below the coffee table, taking two rails up the nose, sniffing hard as the taste hit the back of her throat. 

“I’m so happy for you Han Han…” Sloan turned to Austin, who coughed as she explained, “My cousin has dated some real losers….” 

“That’s not true…” Sara feebly added.

“What happened to Billy from last year?” Sloan asked.

Hannah responded through gritted teeth. “Billy is my very gay, very single, good friend.”

“Oh, well, we were all just glad that psychopath was out of the picture…”

“Psychopath?” Austin murmured. Hannah shot him the look of death, running her hand through her hair, tapping the mirror for Sloan to put more blow out. 

“Eddie.” Sara added, as Hannah formed the powder into more lines, and snorted. “He was the worst, I’m sorry Hannah, but he was.”

Sloan nodded, “Yeah, oh boy… what ever happened to him?”

“His band went on tour with Minor Threat and he cheated on me… what can I say, I seem to attract losers, gays and cheaters.” She raised her eyebrow, looking Austin straight in the eyes, and then stood up.

“So Han Han, still editing The Mickey Mouse Club …?” Sloan swiped more coke out with her finger, smearing it on the inside of her gums.

“I think she’s actually editing all the Disney original TV shows right now, right?” Sara tried to break the awkward silence following Sloan’s condescending tone.

“I think I’m gonna head out, Sara?” Hannah’s voice was curt, Sara nodded, and joined her, a bewildered look as she followed Hannah out to her car. Aunt Elaine never got a family photo that day, and Hannah filled in her friend as they drove to the bar and proceeded to get very, very, very drunk, swearing off men forever.

Forever lasted about five hours.

Hannah left her car in Westwood Village. The second thing she saw after she fell out of her cab, feeling her sheer black stockings rip, badly, as she stared at the pavement laughing at the cruel joke we call life, was a pair of white, leather dress oxfords at the base of white pants. Very similar to the ones Austin had been wearing earlier that day. She heard the cab door close, and an Austin-like voice ask what he owed, before strong hands came under her arm pits and tried to pull her up.

“Fuck off … I’ve got it all unner controllll” she rolled away, laying flat on her back, feet slumped over the curb. Austin walked between her knees, his cool eyes looked down at her.

“I told Sloan about last night.”

Hannah blinked, rolling up on her elbows.

“What? Why would Sloan tell you ’bout last night?”

“You are such an idiot.” Austin sighed, looking up at the stars, laughing to himself and shaking his head as he looked back down at Hannah, drunk, a confused expression hovering above the large Christmas sweater, black tights torn across both thighs, blue mini skirt askew. He mused to himself that it looked like two rats had fought in her hair. The ridiculous spectacle made his cock stir even more, he couldn’t explain why. “Give me your keys, we can talk upstairs.”

Hannah pushed herself up, swatting his hands away, then promptly dropping the keys as they came out of her pocket.

“You gave me bruises, ya know, gonna call you Bruiser…”

“What?” 

“Yeah… s’ its your hips…. Yer too fuckin’ skinny…. I’ve some light bruising on my ass, Ssssara confirmed this for me in the powder room at the skey lub.”

“Ski Club?”

“Klee Clunk”

“Oh, right, the Key Club… oh boy, how many places did you guys hit?”

“Ev’ry place…. And I can’t believe you gave me bruises with your stupid sharp skinny sips…”

“Ok, babe, duly noted.” Austin laughed, shaking his head further, grabbing her keys and sweeping Hannah over him as she started to stumble forward, carrying her up the stairs over his shoulder, getting her cleaning and falling asleep next to her for the second night in a row.

————

January 1988 - July 1989 

It started out casually enough, neither one wanting to ask the other what they were doing, avoiding talking about what this relationship was. In fact, they barely spoke for the first few months, their lips otherwise occupied as they were drawn to each other by the magnetic attraction that only grew in intensity each time they laid eyes on one another. On the first three dates, they couldn’t even get out the door before the graze of an arm over a chest or the kiss of lips saying hello on a cheek would become the catalyst for heaving, sweating, swearing, groaning, primal, squelching, slapping, bruising, choking, senseless, neighbors-banging-on-the ceiling, wall, floor, fucking. Usually followed by a session of panting on the bed, leather chair or kitchen floor, exhausted and conceding that they should just order delivery. And then commanding a repeat performance once their energy returned.

“So…” Austin moaned, in flagrante, after date number two had been derailed by Hannah’s fingers brushing lint off Austin’s sweater.  “Am I really the sexiest man you ever met?”

“Ughhh… shut the fuck up… I was hung over… clearly brain damaged from the alcohol… just be quiet and fuck me, you ugly sod …”

“If I’m so ugly, why’d ughhh… keep me around?”

“Imma a slut for uggos… you’re all so insecure you compensate with that tongue …. *moan*… its the low self esteem….  plus you got me hooked fucking me from behind… didn’t have to see that fucked up mug… ”

Every time Hannah sighed or looked at him with her big doe eyes, his lips would part in awe and his cock would propel him forward, his mouth seeking out her pleasure like a beacon being guided home. Finally they agreed they had to meet in public if they ever wanted to successfully leave her apartment, so he would pick her up at work and take her out, undeterred by her protests that it was too expensive as he arrived at the valet stand in front of Orcini’s, Chinois, The Ivy, her voice raising higher and higher as she argued In-N-Out was just as good.  Austin spent a lot of nights finding new ways to make Hannah’s Murphy bed creak before he found his own place on the Westside, and got settled in a small, modern rental up in the hills.

It was a day in late May, Hannah had just started working on her first feature as an assistant editor, when Austin proposed they stop using condoms. She was sitting on the marble counter of his house, eating chow mien out of the container in a Talking Heads tee-shirt. He was in his briefs. Both exhausted, he’d been shooting his second movie, playing Emilio Estevez’s  younger brother.

“I mean, I’m not seeing anyone else… are you?”

“Well,” Hannah fiddled with the edge of her sleeve, “I’m so busy wrapping this McTiernan picture I really haven’t had time to meet anyone else.”

“Is it any good? I can’t believe they cast Willis, he’s a TV star.”

“I love Moonlighting…”

“Still, is he believable as an action hero?”

“You’re just jealous…. “

Austin took the noodles out of her hand and pulled her into a kiss.

“OK, no more talking about other guys… what do you say? You’re on the pill now, right?”

Hannah nodded.

“OK, I’ll get tested…. You’ll get tested… And voila… ”

She kissed him as he lifted her up, legs wrapping around him while he carried her to the bed room.

Despite her misgivings, Hannah brought Austin out to Malibu for tea at her dad’s trailer. It was a Sunday afternoon, and her heart burst as she watched Austin engage with Avram, not hesitating to talk movies and nodding as her father explained his theories about film school, “waste of time, scholars never make good directors, they’ve got their heads in books,” how Mel Brooks was not funny, “but no one has the balls to tell him the truth.” Austin praised sound editing, particularly dialogue editing, as the most important and unappreciated part of making a movie. And he was particularly gracious every time he tried to tell her father he liked movie he’d worked on.

“Hannah told me you worked on Chinatown, it’s one of my favorite movies…”

“Ughhh, what an awful film,” Avi groaned, frowning, his British accent drew out every vowel. “It had real potential, but Polanksi can’t help himself.”

Hannah stifled her laughter, waggling her eyebrows at Austin as she went to get more biscuits. He jumped up, offering to bring the tea cups in.

“I’ve never met someone with so many strong opinions… about film… and I went to NYU… ”

“My father hates every movie, especially the ones he worked on. I can’t tell you how many times he dragged me out of a movie theatre to walk out of something 30 minutes in.”

“He does know that you and I majored in film, right? When he tells you it is stupid to study film?”

“Yes, he knows that one of us went to the best film school in the country —“

“And the other went to UCLA…” 

“Ha! …. But Austin, my dad started working in this industry when he was 16, a poor Jewish kid from London, he followed his brother and his career to another country, always having to learn on the job. Always having to prove him self, no one to support him. And then everything with my uncle… He is bitter about how the industry is changing, no one ever had to go to film school to break in until the ‘70s…. And in some ways, he’s right, imagine how much more experience we’d have if we hadn’t wasted four years in expensive classrooms…”

Austin introduced Hannah as his girlfriend for the first time at the after party for the Estevez movie premiere. His publicist, Min, was sweet to her face, though she had made Austin promise no public appearances together. He walked the red carpet alone, meeting Hannah inside, where he found Min smiling as Hannah relayed her own editing credits from the year, making a mental note to discuss publicity and relationships with Austin later. 

In their next meeting, Min explained. “You have the potential to be a leading man, Austin, trust me, you do not to be tied down… to an editor? No. Please, trust me, actors are always better dating other actors. Or super models. Or pop stars.”

He brushed it off, explaining it was his private life, and he knew what he was doing. A part of him wondered if being in a committed relationship was wise, fair, good for his career, but those doubts disappeared as he watched Hannah cum on his face the next morning, her dopey smiled sent sparks to stomach, and he pushed up to cover her plush, red lips with his, the taste of her pussy all over his face. Riding her to the hilt and exploding inside of her, Austin shouted “fuckkkk” in rhythm to the sounds of their flesh smacking, filling the empty hillside below his open bedroom window with vulgar noises. That was the day he told her he loved her, pussy drunk, blissed out, nuzzling together in the cosmic afterglow of energetic coitus, endorphins flooding their systems. Austin twisted her hair. 

“Hannah Hannah Bo Bana Banana nana … I think I love you.”

Turning, she kissed the side of his chest, her fingers trailing down his chest.

“I feel it too, Bruiser."

“You should move in.”

“Babe…”

“What? This is the first day we’ve spent together all week. You’re busy. I’m busy. So just move in already. Then at least we can do this everyday.”

But of course, they did not fuck everyday. They didn’t even see each other everyday. Some nights, Hannah would fall asleep on the cutting room floor working for a deadline. Austin had to go to Idaho to shoot a western, and he became close with his co-stars, Robert Downey Jr. and Kiefer Sutherland, returning to LA with a stronger proclivity for nose candy, taking the weeks in-between projects to join his newfound playmates on the club scene. He would call Hannah from the pay phone at whatever bar they went to, asking when she would be there. Telling her he found the perfect alley for their anniversary. Some nights she ventured out, Hannah had always enjoyed feeling music pound through her soul, but she found she didn’t just enjoy getting high every night and she needed the blow to stay up until 4 with them and get to work the next morning. And so, on many nights, Hannah would just collapse at home and wake as Austin came in.

She met his family, briefly, at Christmas 1988. Dinner was small, quiet, just Austin, his father and older sister Ashley in the large dining room of a large, stucco house in Anaheim. Hannah had foregone her usual thick eyeliner and studded black leather jacket, buying an outfit at JC Penneys and wearing her grandmother’s pearl necklace. She hated herself, as she looked in the mirror and asked her self, “Would Nancy Reagan approve?”

She burned the dress in July, as she packed her things and moved out of the Hollywood Hills house. The female voice on the other end of the phone line still reverberated through her head. Austin was shooting on location in Arizona, it was his second leading role.  At first Hannah had questioned whether the hotel operator had connected her to the right room when a women’s voice answered the phone. She paused, thinking carefully.

“Oh, hey, um… is Brian there?”

She could hear the shower running in the background, and then Austin’s distinct voice shout out.

“Don’t answer the phone!”

The mystery women giggled, then spoke into the receiver.

“Sorry, no Brian here, you must have the wrong number.”

“Oh, this isn’t room 335?”

“No, 334… Austin, don’t, you’re all wet!”

“I thought I said not to pick up the phone?”

There it was closer, deeper, in the midst of some sort of exertion, was he tickling her? Kissing her?

Hannah’s mind raced and her imagination ran wild as she listened to a commotion of fabric and limbs while the phone receiver dropped to the floor.

Muffled voices continued.

“It was for the room next door… why don’t you want me to pick up the phone?”

“Shut up, just promise me  -" more feminine giggling as he spoke … “you won’t, ok?”

Hannah hung up after that, adrenaline coursed through her veins, and a sharp, nervous ache ran up her tummy and settled at the top of her chest. Pacing through the living room, through the kitchen, and back again, she started shouting at herself.

“Fucking idiot, fucking actors, fucking Orange County, fucking Reagan, ugh, you fucking stupid cow… you can let this go.” She breathed. “You love him. You knew. This was bound to happen. If you were honest with yourself, you knew. You knew. You knew the minute he told you why he had moved out here. Any real relationship would be impossible. But no, you didn’t care, did you? It was fuuuuun. He was hooot. It felt goooood. Losers, gays and cheaters, Hannah. This is as good as it could ever be. You can push it down, smother it, kill your jealousy and take what he gives you.”

She slumped on the ground, banging her fists into the hard wood floor, seeking out it’s cold to temper the crazy, frenetic heat overtaking her body. Now, she was taking a shower, drinking a beer as the water pummeled down. Three beers later, cold, shivering in the empty bathtub, she had convinced herself to just pretend she didn’t know, act like nothing happened, you love him - that is all that matters. 

But then he called her later that night, whispering “Hey Hannah Banana,” into the phone as he always did, his gravelly confident voice exuding fidelity.  She wondered if this was even the first time, she couldn’t tell the difference. He had the same deep timbre, extolling honeyed devotion from Arizona as he told her about his day and laughed at her sarcastic jokes.

Hanging up, hate overtook her. She played with the idea of throwing his stupid record collection down the hill. Sitting in indecision for five days, she knew she had to make up her mind about what she would do. He was due to come home in a week. At night, she forced herself to picture him fucking someone else, an anonymous mystery woman didn’t seem real enough, so she pictured Sloan, sucking his dick, riding him on top, crying out his name as he devoured her pussy. Hannah was so anxious she could barely eat, subsisting on coffee and digestives for the next few days. Her whole body trembled through a meeting with the director Joel Schumacher,  and Mike, the supervising editor shifting to stare at her periodically and then cornering her to ask if she was ok.

So Hannah made up her mind and started to form a plan. She grieved, chain smoking on the bed, a bottle of vodka in her hand, listening to the mix she had made of The Cure, Depeche Mode, Joy Division, smiling as she stabbed out her cigarettes into the ground, ruining the hard wood floor, thinking of Austin loosing his security deposit. She continued playing stupid on the phone when Austin called, although more and more she let the message machine pick up, feigning a busy work schedule when they talked. She signed the lease on a a little studio in West LA, near Wilshire Boulevard, packed her shit and moved out. She cried as she burned all love notes, valentines, cards, mix tapes and photos of them together in the fireplace before she left. And the dress from Christmas, she would never try to be something she wasn’t for any man. Ever again.

It took Austin two days to notice she had moved out. He arrived home late on a Monday night, assuming Hannah was still at work, he passed out and slept until noon. The past month on location had been a blur. He had wanted Hannah to come with him, and was resentful at her and her career, because they only occasionally had breaks that overlapped. They’d been able to sneak away for a weekend in Cabo, a few days in Vancouver. But it would have been cool to have her keep him company on this shoot. He was busy filming, beginning almost every day at 6 a.m., but the cocaine helped, and he felt like a champion working through the day and going out at night with some of the other actors.  He convinced Bob Downey to come visit him when he had a weekend off,  they drove to the Grand Canyon together, and dropped acid, then missed their paid and scheduled guided tour and ended up laying on the hood of his Beamer gazing at the stars and pondering the meaning of life. 

On his first morning back in LA, Austin got dressed and drove out for meetings with his agent to discuss his the next project, calling home and Hannah’s work no avail trying to reach her. He ate dinner alone at the at Chateau Marmont bar on a whim, drinking a whiskey and talking with the bar tender for a while. He wasn’t famous, yet, not really, and he enjoyed the anonymity, although he nearly jumped out of his skin with joy when Demi Moore recognized him as she entered the restaurant with Bruce Willis. They’d met when she was dating Emilio Estevez, and Austin took the opportunity to gush to Willis about how much he loved Die Hard and how he always thought Willis had action star potential watching Moonlighting. Leaving the Chateau, Austin ended the night with a drive through Hollywood, listening to Genesis and U2 on his tape deck, before growing lonely at home and wondering where Hannah was. He called her work again with no luck, drank a half bottle of whiskey and passed out. It was the next morning, unpacking his suitcases from Arizona, that he noticed Hannah’s side of the closet was empty. Austin frantically walked through the house, opening dresser drawers, looking through the bathroom, checking to see if she had left a note on the fridge or any travel receipts at her desk. His first hope was that she’d gone on a spontaneous trip with friends. Or maybe out to visit her father for a few days. Austin’s heart sank when he saw the empty frames above the mantle, the specks of burnt cards and photos in the fireplace. He wasn’t sure how much she knew, or how she found out, but he punched the wall until his fists bleed, raging at himself for being so stupid, for getting carried away, for screwing around with one of the supporting actresses.

It hadn’t been the first time another actor had flirted with Austin. Indeed, flirting, pranks, late night philosophical discussions, it was all common practice between the crew and the talent, especially on location when the everyone lived at the same hotel. For a month. However, this had been the first time he had given into temptation. Kim was 20 years old, beautiful and carefree, with none of Hannah’s angst or deep insecurities, although he later realized there wasn’t much depth to her personality at all and he got bored. Quickly. In the beginning, it had been freeing and wonderful, even exciting, to explore and get to know a new female body, to end the loneliness he’d been enclosed in over the first week and a half in Arizona. Why did anyone live in the desert anyway? He asked himself as the dry heat hit his face every goddamn day. The way Kim had pursued him was also incredibly flattering. She waited for Austin by his trailer, caught his eye on set while she bite her lip, cornered him at the hotel bar, causing him to smile a mischievous knowing smile every time their eyes locked, to know she wanted him, to feel the power he held over her. It stroked his ego and poured gas onto the fire that would blow up his relationship with Hannah. The sex daze wore off after a week and he realized what a huge mistake he had made. They had nothing in common and it was increasingly annoying how she didn’t get any of his jokes, or slipped into a form of baby talk in bed that grated his nerves, especially when he was hung over. It was worse when Kim began holding his hand on set, probing him about the future, and looking at him impatiently as she talked about going to the premiere together. Like a man, Austin said nothing, and suffered through another ten days of mediocre sex and companionship with Kim before breaking things off the moment shooting concluded.

All of this flashed through Austin’s head as he drove to Hannah’s work, yelling at the receptionist who explained Hannah was not working on anything there, she’d finishing before deadline, and had no idea if Hannah was working somewhere else or coming back in the near future. Swearing under his breath, Austin walked back and forth in the parking lot, squeezing the bridge of his nose, palming his hand through his hair. He considered driving out to Malibu and shaking down Avi, but he couldn’t bare to look Hannah’s father in the eyes, afraid she had shared what had happened, or worse, hadn’t and he would have to explain why he had no idea where his girlfriend was. Racking his brain, he wasn’t sure what to do. He had met several of Hannah’s friends, but didn’t know their phone numbers. It was pure dumb luck that he happened be driving down Wilshire Boulevard in a daze and saw her small, blue Honda hatchback parked down one of the side streets. He immediately recognized the Dukakis 88 bumper sticker in exactly the same place he’d watched Hannah paste it as he teased her relentlessly with promises to cancel out her vote by pulling for Bush. Parking across the street, he sat waiting, unsure of his game plan, but unable to leave. He put the radio on and leaned back. Thrumming the steering wheel, he didn’t see her walk past his car from the apartment building behind him and frown as she recognized his profile. Movement on his periphery startled Austin, and he looked over his shoulder to see Hannah’s beautiful, heart shaped ass running slowly back up the block in low black heels. Springing into action, Austin ran after her, his Nikes and jeans giving him the advantage.

“Hannah! Hannah….” He caught up and blocked the sidewalk, panting deeply. “C’mon Hannah, I made a mistake… one mistake… haven’t you ever made a mistake while you were drunk?”

Crossing her arms, sighing, she resisted the urge slap him.

“Yes. Christmas Eve. 1987.”

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More byers family headcanons!!

-will missed castle byers and eleven missed her blanket fort, so they make a new and improved castle-fort in the backyard and go out all the time to read comics (El has been reading lots of Wonder Woman comics)

-every time Jonathan gets home, he checks on Will, to make sure he’s still there

-Joyce didn’t have a lot of money to take El clothes shopping, so Nancy and max gave her some of their clothes to give to her

-argyle always brings a pizza when he comes over after a shift, and always dares el to try a slice with something like ice cream or mustard or some other weird ingredient. She always believes he means it’s supposed to be good, and her brothers can’t stop her from trying

-Joyce picks them up from school on fridays, and lets them pick out a movie to watch

-El is part of her first family fight when they lose the remote and Jonathan claims he saw her sitting on it (it’s a good thing she didn’t have her powers)

-Will has to wrangle the remote from her hands on saturdays because she is a chronic channel surfer and he wants to see cartoons

-Joyce comes into wills room with some fruit or leftovers when he hasn’t left his room in a couple hours and asks what he’s working on

-Jonathan jokingly suggests El should learn some magic tricks but this backfires when she perfects the quarter-behind-your-ear trick and performs it approximately 7,000 times

-will painted butterflies on El’s walls because she thought they were pretty

-El picks flowers for Joyce and she has several vases full of bouquets now

-El forgets about money sometimes and has to be supervised or else she starts shoplifting

-one time when Jonathan is high he offers the blunt to El and she inhales a little too much and starts crying because she’ll never have hair as pretty as argyle’s, which is all the colors of the rainbow and swishing all around the room

-El has her first inside joke with the byers when she announces excitedly that all their names start with j (Joyce, Jonathan, Jane), with Will going “oh so guess you can call me Jill now” and they proceed to call him Jill for a month

-this includes a letter to Mike that confuses him deeply

-Joyce loves coffee and accidentally got Will hooked on it when neither of them could go to sleep cause of nightmares. They have lots of long nights drinking coffee and watching tv or talking together

-When Jonathan tries to get will to quit, eleven chimes in “mornings are for coffee and contemplation” and will high fives her

-the byers go all out for Christmas and El especially loves putting up ornaments on the tree that are handmade

-for Halloween, eleven wants to match with will, so they go as luke and leia

-one time Joyce picks up the phone and it’s Mike, but she’s so tired and in Customer Service mode, can’t understand that he’s trying to talk to will and instead talks him into buying some product before hanging up on him. He cries for half an hour after that.

-Jonathan tries to compensate for the lack of pictures of El by having her do a daily outfit picture (fit check) and dedicating a scrapbook in her honor

-when Nancy visits, she always brings some stuff of hers she thinks El will like, and El slowly builds something akin to a Nancy shrine because of this

-Nancy also gets art books for will, and he makes sure to get her a snack that they don’t have in Hawkins, which always makes Jonathan complain that Will is outshining him (Nancy laughs and Mike is jealous he didn’t get anything)

-Joyce says hello to the neighbors three weeks after moving in, and manages to actually make some neighbor friends despite the late greeting

-will is a really good presenter and helps El practice all of her presentations

-El and max have another sleepover and el made them matching Wonder Woman crowns

-El likes to brush Joyce’s hair, and she always tells Joyce she looks pretty when she’s done

#stranger things #byers family #joyce byers #jonathan byers #will byers #jane byers #eleven #jane hopper #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #max mayfield #sorry I just had to do more #byler #elmax

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Tuesday prompt! "When was the last time you just let go?" Carrie x Reggie

Carrie was trying to not openly glower. A mild scowl was fine but glowering had too much potential to look like pouting. Or worse like she was envious. Which she was not.

Her eyes drifted over Julie, Flynn, and their pack of boys, as they took up residency at one of the booths at Eat & Beats. No doubt they were there for the same reason she was. Another open mic night, where she would do everything to look good and impress potential agents and managers. Yet somehow they would steal the spotlight.

An uproarious clamor erupted from the table, all of them so openly and earnestly laughing. The dark haired one who normally wore the flannels and the leather jacket looked extremely pleased with himself. What was his name again? Richie? 

God, it was almost like they didn’t care what people thought of them. 

Must be nice.

No, she didn’t mean that. That kind of thinking could be her downfall. Especially pursuing this kind of work. 

She let out as subtle of a slow exhale as she could. Then she realized she was still staring at…his name wasn’t Richie. Just something that sounded like Richie. Well whatever his name was, he was now staring back, with those brilliant green eyes. He smiled and waved in her direction, it couldn’t be at her. 

She looked behind herself, not that she cared that much. Just satisfying her curiosity to see what kind of person could get such a smile out of the guy. She was sitting in front of a wall. Damn it, how did she forget that?

Ok, how can she get out of this without looking like a complete idiot? Maybe  just pretend like she was stretching or something? She needed to think of something soon, before anyone noticed. ‘Wow, are you that conceited?’ a suspiciously Flynn sounding voice echoed in the back of her mind.

“I didn’t realize the wall was that interesting?” a teasing lilt came from behind her. Ha! Take that inner Flynn. . .wait no. No better choice, go with stretching.

“It isn’t, I’m just stretching a bit” she exaggeratedly twisted her back, cognizant to keep her voice as neutral as possible. She turned to face the crooked smirk of the flannel clad boy. Crouched so that he could rest his crossed arms on her table. 

“Sure.” What was with that look he was giving her? Like he knew she was lying. They didn’t know each other. Hell she couldn’t even remember his name. Reggie! His name was Reggie she finally remembered. 

She glared, not entirely sure at what, but it unfortunately wiped the smile from his face. “Won’t your band be upset about you being over here?”

“Nah,” he shrugged, which she suspected really meant probably but he didn’t care. Then he slid to properly sit in a chair, “besides you looked lonely. Where’s the rest of the candy gang?”

She scoffed. Wow, acting like he cared. “Not that it’s any of your business but they’re going to show up closer to our set. I just decided to scout things out early.”

His brows furrowed together, as he held her gaze with a piercing look. Like he was trying to read something. Like he could read her.

“What?” She snapped.

“Just wondering, when was the last time you just let go?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She tried to sound offended, maybe venomous, she just sounded small in her own ears. He shifted his gaze to the table and picked at some detail, chewing on lower lip. 

“Well, everytime I see you, it’s like you’re always in business mode.” Reggie started then raised his hands placatingly, probably sensing the argument building in her, “Which don’t get me wrong, It’s amazing that you know what you want to do and pursue it the way you do. Like you clearly put a lot of time and effort into Dirty Candi.”

Carrie sat back in her chair. She didn’t ever expect any of them to acknowledge her work like that. She knew he didn’t say all he wanted to say though, he was back to picking that same spot on the table. “But?”

His shoulders sagged, “Well, I could be wrong because we don’t really ever talk. But you just don’t ever seem like you’re having fun. Like you’re holding yourself back or think you aren’t allowed to.”

Now Carrie’s shoulder sagged, she tried to school her facial expression. Then froze, there was that damn look on his face again. Piercing her with a silent ‘see what I mean.’ 

What the hell? He was supposed to be the lovable cute goofball. Since when was he the expert at reading people?

She didn’t have long to drift in her thoughts, his hands suddenly drummed on the table as he leaned forward with a mischievous grin. “Hey, I heard from someone that screaming in random places can really help when feeling stressed.”

Carrie shook her head slightly and quirked her eyebrow. Unsure of where that conversation detail had come from. Even more uncertain where he was going with it. 

“If you’re up for it, after we’re both done with our sets, we can go scream at the ocean.” 

“Scream at the ocean?” She bit the inside of her lower lip, the ridiculousness of the suggestion combined with his smile had her fighting her own stupid grin.

Which he definitely noticed, if the way his grin grew brighter meant anything, “Yeah, it would be dark, and if we go to the right beach, I’m sure no one would notice or care about who we are.”

Way to pre-emptively counter her primary argument against the idea. For half a second she wondered if this was some weird ploy by him and his friends to get her to embarrass herself. A quick glance back to his original booth and at the confused faces staring their way told her that wasn’t it either. 

Knowing other eyes were on her, she automatically adjusted her posture and reschooled her facial expression. Which had him scowl a bit. “Sure, after our sets, but only if we can find a mostly empty beach.”

His grin returned, back to how bright it was when he was at the booth with his friends earlier. “Great, it’s a date.” And he was off with a wink before she could argue that particular point further.

So guess she had a date. Screaming at the ocean? Certainly not a stereotypical first date. In hindsight though, definitely one of the best dates she’d ever had.

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Nice

Beau could smell the liquor on Garnet's breath, woody with hints of smoke. He wondered just how intoxicated he was. "You wanna explain what you were talking about?" Of course, he'd ask now before he could get too drunk to forget. "How long has Duras been asking you about this? Since the nightmares started?" "I want to have a nice time. Can you give me two seconds?" "Okay… One, two –there." It was technically four, but when had Garnet ever been technical?

Near

“I figured that pipsqueak, I saw the live stream. Anyone know who’s behind it? Do we have any suspects?” “One,” Ives said, sending the room into complete silence. No one moved, even Beau’s typing going still. Ives wasn’t seated at a desk, instead at one of the processing seats near the back of the office. He didn’t look himself. The usual stick-straight posture was gone, slouched in the seat, arms crossed, eyes fixed on Garnet from beneath his dark brows. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Garnet chuckled, holding Ives’ glare. “Me? You fuckin’ think it was me?”

Nature

“I think you may be mistaken,” Ives chuckled. “Ok, Mr. World-Wide-Web, believe what you want. But that’s the whole point. It’s fucked up. Your CEO is playing God. She knows what you really are, but do you?” Her playful nature went suddenly serious, leaning over the table never letting her gaze track away from his. “Don’t you remember being real?”

Neither

“Shit,” Garnet hissed, leaning forwards to shut the glove box, sending them into darkness. “Don’t move.” He warned, slouching in his seat as light grew down the aisle of the parking garage. A car crept up the ramp, a beam from the windows scanning each car in search of them. Beau watched it grow lighter in the side mirror, able to hear the purr of their car.  He slid down in his seat as the light glared in the mirror, spilling over the dash. Garnet held his breath, eyes fixed on the rearview. Neither of them made a sound. Stealth mode was able to make the car look different than a patrol car, hiding the lights and changing the paint. But it couldn’t hide bullet holes.  The light shifted to the car beside them, continuing up the ramp.

Nasty

Even as short of a walk as it was, they were soaked by the time they reached Valetta. She glanced up to Lora, enough explained through one look to know Beau wasn’t well. “Hey Beauregard,” she gently smiled, taking him from Lora to bring into the foyer. “Nasty weather, isn’t it? Come on, let’s get you into something warm and dry. Here,” she ushered him over to the bench that held their shoes, sitting him down to begin taking off his shoes. “I can,” Beau whimpered, making a half-hearted attempt to do so himself. “It’s okay, I gotcha,” Valetta shook her head, finishing them off.

Normal

“Is this where you spend your weekends?” “No questions,” Garnet made a short, sharp swipe with his hand in the space between them. “Alright? This ‘class pet spend-a-night’ nonsense wasn’t my idea.” “I’m not a turtle, Garnet.” “Might as well be –either way, I don’t have to explain myself. It’s my turn to deal with you, so I’m dealing with you. Just sit there and try to look normal.” The bartender returned with Garnet’s drink. Beau decided it was probably better not to stare and instead studied the mirrored wall of bottles, scanning over their contents and how different each looked.

Whole

“Easy, easy,” Garnet whispered, hugging him closer. It was an awkward hold, limited by the taut cable still attached to Beau’s neck. Reaching across his back, Garnet worked the charger out of the port, giving him slack and holding him closer. “You’re alright, Beau.” “Did it really happen? Was it real?” “No, no it wasn’t real. You had a nightmare is all. You haven’t gone anywhere, you’ve been here the whole time.” “A nightmare?” “Yeah, like a really bad dream. Uh, thoughts and images that happen in your sleep, but bad ones.” Garnet tried to keep his cool at the realization that Beau had had a nightmare. An AI. He’d never heard of such or even thought it possible.

Work

There were no connections, no trace of a signal, no windows or any way out. Only the mechanical door controlled by the bailiff. The door Bryant could emerge from at any moment. BIOS OVER-TEMPERATURE WARNING Beau drew in another breath, expelling warmth, gasping again and again in hopes of cooling his CPU. Rolling on his right side, he used his left to drag himself towards the bench. It was excruciatingly slow, the work of his limbs making it even more difficult to cool his systems. His regulator was working overtime trying to filter working nanites into his right sectors, cooling unit at max capacity. Shuddering for air he paused at the foot of the bench, willing himself not to cry, not to waste the fluid. ATTEMPTING TO CONNECT TO NETWORK ATTEMPTING TO CALL CAP. RYKER NETWORK UNAVAILABLE CALL FAILED

Wing

| Move up. | Ives ordered, and they ran. Ives took the road in front, Beau scaling the dumpster up to the fire escape. The vantage point of the roof would provide optimal cover for Ives, and give him a position to check on the status of the rest of the team. |Back of the west wing is clear.| Ives reported as Beau reached the roof. Scampering up the pitch he was rushed with radio chatter from Ryker, desperately trying to get in touch with Ives. “Pinned down at building B. Ives, fall back outside of the perimeter and call for backup.” |Can you hear Ryker?| | I’m making the executive decision not to. | Ives returned.

Water

Bryant had some nerve getting Beau alone like that, keeping him in a cell with a jammer. It was grounds for kidnapping. Garnet regretted not hitting him. He’d thought about it. When Bryant had said he saw nothing wrong with Beau’s bloody and scraped-up condition. It’d taken all Garnet had not to shove him to the ground and break his nose in. It was short and turned up, sure it would crumple like an empty water bottle.

Worse

“Jaime!” The call caused his helmed head to turn, quickly looking away with an acute shake. Beau hurried up to him, touching the center cover of his bike in case he needed to kill the engine. “You’ve been suspended?” “God this place is worse than social media,” he muttered. “Why didn’t you ask me to come to the meeting? I could have told Thatcher what happened. What Bryant did. He must not know.” “Beau—” “Come back inside and let me explain it to him.” “Beau, it doesn’t matter,” Garnet flipped up the visor, holding eye contact. “I know what I did was wrong. Thatcher’s right, okay? I crossed a line when I shouldn’t have, and I know that. I knew that. Okay? It’s okay.”

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What's a restaurant that you won’t ever have dinner/eat at again? I’ve been stuck on this question in the last ten minutes but I guess I’ve never had a particularly horrific experience with a restaurant to the point of me not wanting to ever go back. 

But in general, I do avoid dining in at fast food restaurants because I’m never sure of how clean (or not) those places are. I know it’s no different when I get fast food for delivery lol but I feel more comforable when I’m eating in my own home.

Did you have your morning coffee this morning? Or do you not like coffee? I did. I always have to for work, or else I’d be cranky, all over the place, or both.

Is there someone you know that is absolutely repulsive? One of my former religion teachers. He got away with a lot of crap in the past, like throwing students out of the class for not having textbooks, yelling at his students, etc, because for the longest time no one spoke up (times were different and disciplining kids through those methods was seen as normal). He really only started getting cancelled in recent years now that the younger generation has felt more empowered to call out shitty behavior.

Are you tired from last night? Did you stay up late last night at all? Not last night since it’s already currently 11:30 in the evening, but I am tired from today’s workday, yes, as I usually am. And yes, my body clock has slightly adjusted recently too – I normally sleep at around 2 or 3 AM now.

Have you ever seen like THE hottest guy ever and just almost collapsed? I would probably react like this if I saw Taehyung in concert but otherwise no.

Do you eat randomly, just whenever the hell you want? Not really. I like to feel super hungry first before I dig in.

Did you have trouble getting up this morning? Eh, I wouldn’t say so. I will say though that I used to regularly wake up at 8 AM to get pre-work done (my shift starts at 9) but it’s been months since I did that. I roll out of bed at like 8:55 now - just enough time for me to make coffee and splash some water on my face. Burnout does that to you.

What's a movie you cannot BARE to ever watch again? I mean it’s bear, but ANYWAY. I don’t think I will ever watch I’m Thinking of Ending Things again. I’m a big Charlie Kaufman fan so the fact upsets me, but it was the last movie I saw before the breakup that I had to go through, so. Lots of personal layers in there that I would prefer never to revisit and unpack again.

What’s a few things that automatically make you go, “Awww”? Parent-child reunions always hit me right in the feels. Stories about human connection also make my chest heavy -- like that viral TikTok series of the piano dude who found a bond with his elderly neighbor who also played the piano.

Do you have soft hands? Do you like holding hands? I have quite soft hands. Idk how it is in other cultures but in the Philippines the older generations will usually judge kids and whether they’re lazy or otherwise by feeling their hands, because the idea there is someone who’s gone through hardships in life and have done some hard labor will inevitably have rougher ones. And I’ve definitely been suspected that I “don’t do a lot of chores” because of my hands, lol.

Have you ever burnt a food, and make the whole house smell gross? Not me but it happens all the time with my mom - she always forgets she’s making rice. Fortunately burnt rice doesn’t emit a foul smell per se, but it will give off a scent that will send alarm bells ringing and will make you run to the kitchen immediately.

Wouldn’t it be awesome if you had your own personal jet pack? Nah. Jet packs only sounded cool in Grand Theft Auto LOL but at the end of the day I think there are other convenient modes of transport.

What’s your opinion on perfumes that are REALLY expensive? Do you like them? I’m fine with those as long as they don’t smell too strong. There are perfumes that straight up smell like the inside of an old old OLD closet and I hate those.

Have you ever really hated a teacher and practically made it clear you did? No because I went to Catholic school, aka a place where they constantly instill fear and trauma onto students. I hated some of my teachers but had to express those feelings very privately and only with close friends because the second I made it obvious, I know they wouldn’t have hesitated to make my life hell.

Who got you hooked on the addiction you’re addicted to (If you have one)? Nobody got me into this Bangtan shit other than myself, lol. Angela helped a lot with orienting me with them though. Are you a little bit cautious around horses? Do they scare you a bit? I’m not scared of being around horses, but I also don’t like getting on them because I’ve never taken any lessons. I’m also constantly paranoid that they might get spooked and throw me off and onto the ground.

Have you ever burnt your tongue like REALLY bad? If so, what on? Once. I don’t remember what it was that I ate anymore, but I was stuck in a situation where I couldn’t just spit the piping hot food out so I had it in my mouth until my tongue essentially felt numb. It had some tiny red spots for a few days after the incident.

If you could live next door to ANYONE, who would you want to live beside? Someone who knows how to play the piano and likes to play full pieces.

Do you think your friends are pretty? Do your friends think you’re pretty? They are. Idk what they think of me though.

Do you like having random power naps now and then? Only during the weekends.

Are you currently worried about your parents finding out about something? No.

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Have you ever “liked” two guy best friends at the same time? I’ve never even liked one guy.

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Do you like to have cake on your birthday? Which kind of cake in mind? Never was a fan of cake. I’ve always preferred savory food to celebrate lol, like sushi and wings.

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Come 19 Dec 2022, I wasn’t ready to start the shift with you && not forgetting my bitch migraine was still bothering me. But I still braved up and went to draw arms earlier than usual. Waiting for you at AES patiently but you came in late , that was so unusual of you. You greeted me. “Hello Nages” && it’s was so nice to hear from you.

We started our shift with 3rd man and you asked me if I wanted to sit in-front . If you were the driver , I would but unfortunately it wasn’t so I rather sit at back seat. But still I sat behind you.

Halfway through our phone wasn’t working && we have to do manual sheet. My first time doing && both of us panic like nobody business. You even offered to help me but I asked you “ is your hand writing nice?” And you asked me back “ have you seen my statement?”

You fill up the sheet and I saw, had a mini heart attack. Because your hand writing is not nice! . So I just told you , I’ll do it . You were so stress for me, if I can do it by the end of shift.

At one moment, our 3rd man had to assist another car. That leaving us alone. I was hoping your friend will be there with you. But at scene, his IC didn’t want to let go of him. That make things awkward. You ask me to come over and sit in front. “Nages , come sit in front”. I was dead inside and feeling awkward. We went to our place to settle our stuff. I was still doing the sheet and you were doing your work. && suddenly you ask me” what if our phone start to work.? And I said “ I’ll cry.” And you told me “ don’t cry sia, I don’t know how to console you”

You ask me if you are using the right paper to fill up, I said yes, but you looked at me doubtfully . And I said “ don’t look at me like that, you making me stress”.

We have to attend messages together without 3rd man. And when I sat in car , with you. It was so awkward and you know I was having the headache. You didn’t talk as how you did when I first did with you. It was awkward between us. We came back from the message and we rested. You didn’t want to disturb me . So we didn’t go out to search for subject.

Through out the shift you were so gentle and soft towards me. I wasn’t ready for this behaviour of yours. You always showed me your confidence and strong attitude. I always hated your confidence when you work. But that was what I fell for! You always keep your 2nd man safe.

&& from that day onwards, things wasn’t same for me and you . I know I felt something from you. I was crying because you were gentle and softie with me. It was new for me.

I was having a lot of confusion within myself. Then that 1wk . We were having courses and refresher. On 1 of the days, you wanted to ask for leave and sup asked “why you planning to have s** with her?” And you replied “ she have or don’t have men** * ,I will have s** with her” and sup replied “ you don’t make the decision!” && I was shaking my head and disappointed with you” and I knew I’m gonna be in protective mode. When our colleague ask me to sit over at your table, I didn’t want to because I don’t wanna see your face! And that’s how we both snapped at each other.

The following day, you put on black face but I didn’t give a fu*k about it. For obvious reason, I’m nothing but just a colleague.

Brand new year and brand new shift started, I started to observe you and realised you started to run away. Not sure from who? Or why ? You get to do escort and ward duties that previously you didn’t do. And that makes you away from the workplace for long hours. I hardly see you now. I don’t know if I hurt you unknowingly. If I do , I’m sorry. . We are not that close that I can massage you and apologise.

I’m in the team for 2yrs && we both cannot hold a conversation properly.

Quite recently, I got to know you have gf. That broke my heart but it was something I knew I need to hear.

Cause you are every girl’s dream man. Your anger, softness towards kids, confidence and your jovial attitude. Made me fall for you.

I started to pray to heal me instead me wanting you as someone more. When we both cannot have it. Both our side will go against me. I’m not the best one for you. I wanted your friendship but it seems so difficult to get there. Everyday we see each other and we have black face. Is that our real emotions towards each other?

If you don’t have anything for me? Why you look at me ? When obviously I’m the only one there. I still want to acknowledge you and I did. When I look at you , you “hello Nages “ . Your “Nages “ can melt me !

You have been wanting my attention unknowingly. But I can’t give it to you. Cause you have someone to run to, while I don’t have . && definitely I cannot break myself because of you.

Day by day , Your energy && vibes are getting stronger around me. I don’t know how to deal with it and wants me to run away from you. Don’t make things difficult for me .

My career just started, I’ve been getting confident in what I’m doing. Can I match up to you? I don’t know. But I wanna be at least half of your confidence . I cannot lose my job because of you.

Now you don’t look the same person as I first saw . I don’t know if the person is doing any good to you. I cannot be bothered because you choose the path.

It does hurt me, that I’m not the woman in your life. We both born in different years and different race. If I’m Chinese, I would have chase you but unfortunately I’m an Indian girl. With no indian attitude. But still I won’t be chosen.

But now things around me not doing anything good with your sudden change in behaviour. I can never have you more than that. I can never have your friendship like how I have with certain people in the team. It’s good where are you now with whoever in your life. And me like this.

I definitely cannot let go of you but I got no choice, I have to let go of you. I don’t want to have you in any name. Definitely it breaks my heart but it’s good for me. I just don’t want you anymore.

But I really really like you a lot . I can say this to anyone for sure. && no matter how many time ask me , I’ll say I like you a lot. ♥️

In any case God and universes have other plans .. till that we can be colleague. It’s easy for me to save certain relationships in my life .

You and I just colleagues. We started off with this label and we end with this label.

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Premise: There’s only one room left in the hotel, meaning the guys have to be roomies with MC for a night.

Luke

Err… his cheeks are red now.

He’s having to check with MC if she’s okay with it. Not that they had much of a choice.

They take the room, only to discover one bed.

And forget his crush on her; that’s the least of his problems.

He knows she shifts in her sleep.

“You take half and I take half?” MC offers. “Like when we were kids?”

He sighs, lamenting his fate. “I’m so gonna end up on the floor.”

“Sorry.”

When it comes to who showers first: rock, paper, scissors.

He’s the least phased of all the guys by the whole “share one bathroom” situation. They grew up together. They sometimes used to have quick conversations through the bathroom door, normally just a question or two about what they wanted for dinner or if their phone went off and it was their parents.

Which happened this time. “There was a vending machine down stairs. You want anything? And if you mention that diet, I’m getting you two of your favorite candy bars.”

“Just one and only one.”

“You got it.”

(@gavin-plz-call-me once called them the “King and Queen of No Boundaries” and I will never forget it.)

Eventually, Luke makes sure MC’s settled in for bed while he’s planning to stay up a little and figure out tomorrow’s game plan.

Until she literally drags him to bed.

He can’t protest against her.

Contrary to what he thought, he did not end up on the floor.

But it was kinda hard to sleep when the girl of his dreams decided his chest was her new snuggle pillow halfway through the night.

He’ll cave and roll with it. Be selfish just for tonight and hold her there.

Come morning, she apologizes for disrupting him, he dismisses it. And both their cheeks are red.

But it doesn’t phase them. Give it half an hour, they’re back to normal.

(Bonus: “So, kid. Let me get this straight,” Aaron Yishmir started. “You spent the night with her, and you’re still not gonna tell her anything?”

“It wasn’t like that!”

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Vyn

Well… this is a predicament.

However, they come to some awkward agreement that if it’s the only place to sleep for the night, they’ll take it and figure it out as they go.

However, things only go from bad to worse when they learn there’s only one bed.

There were very few times since becoming an adult that Vyn ever found himself at a loss. And this was one of those times.

“Um… are you comfortable splitting?”

His glasses almost fell off his face at MCs suggestion.

Before he can even think about suggesting to take the chair, MC is putting up a blanket wall. “Like this?”

Er… aha…

Oh geez, this woman…

He caves to that deep, ugly part of him that’s begging “yes” and agrees.

Then comes the new revelation there’s only one bathroom, which rose the question of who was going to shower when.

He just lets her take the first shower while his mind is still storming.

During that time, he realizes this may be the only time he has the privacy to actually record his voice diary.

It’s a total disaster. He’s in mental turmoil and can barely think straight.

But MC is acting normal, meaning he’s got to try to act normal.

Normally, he takes his showers in the morning, but he takes it at night this time just so he can have another moment of privacy to get his thoughts in order.

This is just a practical arrangement. This is just a practical arrangement. This is just a practical arrangement…

Bedtime rolls around, and poor, unsuspecting Vyn believes they are each going to stay on their respective sides of the bed.

However, Author has a headcanon these two both sleep like dead logs.

Morning rolls around, and they’re still both asleep, only they’re totally entangled.

MC wakes up first, laying on top of Vyn.

And when she freaks, flailing and falling off the bed in the process, that’s when Vyn wakes, too.

It was… an interesting morning to say the least.

They come to the agreement to never speak on it again.

(Until a few years down the line after they’re together and can look back on that day with amusement.)

Artem

When the person at the front desk said there was only one room left, Artem about had a heart attack.

He cannot possibly share a room with MC. That’s super improper.

Will call around to any other hotel in the area, but no avail.

MC will literally have to drag this poor man up to the room.

“It will be fine, Artem.”

Except, it wasn’t. There was one bed.

Cue almost heart attack number 2.

He almost left to go sleep in the car. MC had to restrain him.

“We can share right? Like, if we—”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Not even if we put a blanket—”

“No. I’ll sleep in the chair.”

There was no convincing him to sleep anywhere else.

And MC tried.

Eventually, she had to surrender. “Fine. Then do you want the first shower?”

Oh… there was only one bathroom… that they’d be sharing…

Cue almost heart attack number 3.

Will legitimately leave the room while she’s showering. He just feels too awkward and like he’s invading her privacy.

Then bed time rolls around and he’s unable to sleep, so he works on his laptop for the time being.

Ends up pulling an all-nighter, which MC anticipated.

She set an alarm for early in the morning so she could then force him to bed for a few hours.

While he insisted he was fine, he was too tired to protest as she pushed him down into bed. “Sleep, will you. I know you didn’t sleep all night.”

Thought he’d have trouble, but he was so wound up all night over everything that had happened that he’s passed out in fifteen minutes.

And stayed out cold for a few hours.

When they left, MC made sure to thank him for being such a gentleman. She thought it was the least she could do for his troubles.

That, and she quite liked the way his ears and neck turned red.

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The moment he finds out there’s only one room, he actually gets super flustered.

And as he does, instantly goes in to deflective Playboy Flirt mode.

“Get your head out of the gutter, you little—”

MC shut that down, real quick.

Most he could do then is just say “It can’t be that bad, right? What’s the worst that could happen?”

Well, apparently only be one bed.

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“That’s it,” MC says. “You take the bed.”

“What? Don’t you wanna share?”

“No.”

“Ouch!”

But really, he wants to find some way to get her to take the bed because he really will feel awful otherwise.

Then comes the single bathroom realization.

“You wanna shower together?”

“Marius, I swear I will kick you out of this room and take the keycard from you.”

“Oh, my feisty Miss Attorney.”

“Miss Attorney will sue you for sexual harassment.”

“Understood.”

He gets to shower first, and then ends up giving her some excuse for leaving the room entirely.

He loves teasing her, but this might be the most he’s ever pushed his luck. And he actually doesn’t want her to hate him, so he’ll give her this space at least.

As for the bed situation…

MC tries to sleep on the couch, but he can’t stand it, so he decides to push his luck and simply carry her to bed.

“I won’t pull anything, I swear.”

“The only reason I’m agreeing is because I know I’ll sleep better here than the couch.”

“See?”

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“I’ll shut up.”

Regrets his decision halfway through the night when Mr. Light Sleeper realizes Ms. Dead Log moves in her sleep.

She was snuggled up against his back, and his heart was going doki doki too hard to even think about going back to sleep.

Eventually, he rolls over and snuggles her, not just because he wants to, but he hopes it will keep her still through the night.

Unfortunately, she was not happy in the morning.

“Can’t we talk about this?”

She kept her face turned away from him the rest of the day, but he knew it was red with blush. “Shut up.”

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