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honeybellabuilds · 2 years
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Riad Dar Zahia (Rental/Residential)
Once upon a time, there was a riad. And now... it's still there. And we're selling it to you! Not just the colorful courtyard, but even the tiling and masonry have stood the test of time and are ready for new stories. If the abundance of greenery and the tranquility of a reasonably remote home speak to you, look no further. Treat yourself and your family to the extraordinary home you've always wanted. We can't wait to show you the rooftop!
4 Bedrooms, 5 Bathrooms
Jungle Bungalow in Selvadorada (30x30)
774.578 Simoleons
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buggachat · 5 months
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“adrien was never allowed to go to public school” ladynoir AUs are so underrated tbh. the reveal is arguably even more earth-shattering than canon’s. in an AU where marinette personally doesn’t know adrien at all, the reveal becomes the in-universe equivalent of finding out your boyfriend on discord has been Harry Styles all along. and you’re not even necessarily a fan. fucking hilarious. iconic. how does she come back from that. how do you just continue on your day after finding out your life is a wattpad fic
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jamiecolby · 6 months
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Teen - Rustic Kids Remodel ideas for a sizable, carpeted boys' room with beige walls.
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eightsunshowers · 9 months
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Salt Lake City Bedroom Kids Room Ideas for a sizable rustic girl kids' room renovation with white walls
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scarlettecosplay · 10 months
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Salt Lake City Teen Kids Room An illustration of a large boy's mountain-style carpeted bedroom with beige walls.
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egophiliac · 5 months
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this is basically what happened, right?
(these guys are very lucky that everyone at NRC 1) has the combined intelligence of a sack of bricks, and 2) is easily distracted by shiny things.)
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#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#stage in playful land#stage in playfulland#these two are SO sleazy and i am utterly delighted by them#can't wait to find out their tragic backstory in approximately 3-4 weeks!#fortunately i have like a month to figure out how the heck to draw their hair (spoiler: i will never figure it out)#also. god. i love it whenever leona accidentally reveals his Mom Side.#he doesn't care about any of this but he WILL be tagging along to make sure no one else gets into trouble#once again he has to be the Responsible Adult and he hates it. the whimsical hat weighs heavy upon his head.#anyway this is me so excuse me while i now talk about diasomnia for three hours#but lilia being all 'kids gotta have some adventure in their lives!' is hilarious#specifically because you know silver would NEVER.#100% silver not only never snuck out but he always went to bed on time AND brushed his teeth AND flossed even when nobody made him.#lilia: aww but you should be enjoying your youth! >:c#silver: i am. i enjoy being respectful and disciplined and honoring you as my father.#lilia:#lilia: maybe i'm TOO good at raising kids#you know i was going to say none of his kids would be involved in this but i actually think malleus definitely would#he would not see it as a moral quandry though. he would just be excited to be invited along.#(the only reason he isn't there is because he was busy admiring a termite-infested beam somewhere and yuu didn't get a chance to ask him)#i mean MAYBE if lilia as his single authority figure told him no then he would have some reservations#but lilia's the one who's screaming HELL YEAH LET'S SNEAK OUT AND DEFY AUTHORITY while dabbing so moot point there#sebek would never and he would rat on everyone else. unless malleus is going in which case he's already there.#and i guess if everyone else is going silver probably would too#but he'd. y'know. feel conflicted about it.
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obsob · 3 months
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oooooooooough i love you i love you i love you!!!! hand in loving hand !!!!!!
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ratboysims · 7 months
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hold me closer poses 6 by ratboysims
• sorry for not posting in so long i'm sooo rusty but please enjoy these poses! i'm finally getting back into it expect more in the coming weeks... • 5 new couple poses inspired by pictures from my suggestions board, no theme just random ones i liked :-) • person a is slightly taller than person b! built in height difference baby! • how to use pose packs
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fishbloc · 2 months
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this season i want to do my mining a bit differently. instead of mining horizontally, i want to mine vertically to maximize what you can get.
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spidertams · 1 year
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nanami fanart as self indulgent as it gets
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honeybellabuilds · 2 years
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Abloom Penthouse (Residential)
Pretty much the only thing you shouldn't do in here is throw bricks. If you're intrigued by urban living but aren't sure whether you can do without all the extra space suburban housing usually provides, we've got your back. This beautiful overgrown penthouse combines all the best parts of both. You'll not only be removed from the city noises up on the roof but also be surrounded by greenery. We believe you'll love this home like none other and really hope you're into vinyls...
4 Bedrooms, 5 Bathrooms
1 Torendi Tower Penthouse in San Myshuno
472.360 Simoleons
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hard-candy-writing · 2 years
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'can i borrow your bed?' part ii
part i
summary: it's been weeks since eddie's room became your safe place for 'time to yourself.' but when your personal time gets unfortunately cut short, he's there to help out.
warnings: 18+ minors dni, pure smut. perv!eddie, choking, masturbation (f and m), p in v, a teeny bit of oral (f receiving), slight dom!eddie, clit slapping (yeah we're going there). eddie calls reader 'sweetheart' and 'brat' and reader calls eddie a pervert.
a/n: you asked for it, lovelies. hopefully it lives up to your expectations! i go feral seeing your reactions <3
tags for my thirsty friends: @ghoul-lily, @ladydovahkiin180, @sage111222, @catramoon, @merlyagrindelwald, @hahahaeddiemunson , @l0ve-s1ckn3ss, @inkedaztec, @pedroswh0r3, @hateqlt, @faffacake, @brattypeony, @bietchz, @froglivr, @strangeh0rizons, @ilikechocolatemilkh, @hellfirehope, @eddiethesexy, @eddiemunsonslips, @angelbbygrl, @took-me-hours-to-steal-those, @lightmelikeamatch, @lulukings92, @my-tin-can-mans, @apricotpopsicle,
Snow fell heavy and silent as you drove the familiar route to Eddie's trailer. You leaned forward, squinting, as if that would help you see through the whiteout. It was already so dark. But you knew your way. You'd gone there often enough.
It had all started one summer afternoon. Eddie had lent you the privacy of his room so that you could try out your new vibrator -- to much success, in your opinion. Without a partner to help out (and with Eddie woefully oblivious to your feelings for him), that thing was all that stood between you and being pent up enough to snap at the most minor inconvenience.
It had also brought you closer to Eddie, weirdly. It seemed rude to just drop by, do your business, and leave. It wasn't like they wrote etiquette books on this type of thing. So you ended up spending more time with him, buying him a six pack to pay him back which he insisted on splitting. Watching movies, going out (before and after), smoking -- a lot. Until the lines between awkward and normal blurred, and suddenly going to his trailer to get off in peace was as average as going to one of his shows.
It wasn't weird with him. And it made you fall even harder.
You didn't bother knocking. It was too cold to wait for him to answer, anyway. You stomped the snow off your boots, locked the door, and followed the sound of Eddie singing. He was always humming, whistling, or mumbling music to himself. He was in his bedroom, grabbing a fresh pair of pants and a shirt. You sat down on the edge of his bed and crossed your legs under you.
"I can't believe you're dragging me to Harrington's house for a party," he grumbled as a greeting.
You rolled your eyes. "You like him. Everyone does."
"Everyone does," he mocked, wrinkling his nose as he grabbed a crumpled pair of jeans from the floor.
"Don't you own any jeans without tears in them?" you asked. "You're gonna be freezing."
"I run hot," he said.
"So you wouldn't mind me kicking you out for a few minutes?"
Eddie grinned but didn't look up at you as he fished out a pair of socks from his chest of drawers. "You want me to go for a walk? I can."
You shook your head. As the days had gotten colder, you felt worse about shoving Eddie out of his own house to give you privacy. You didn't always let out pornographic-level moans. He could be in the living room, reading a magazine, and seemed completely unfazed by you fooling around in the next room when you came out.
"I was about to hop in the shower," he said after grabbing a pair of boxers and adding it to his pile. "I'll be about ten minutes. Is that enough time?"
"Sure."
He left the room, waving over his shoulder as he went. "Have fun!" he called, and shut the door behind him.
Oh, you would. The thought of being with him all night, him searching you out in the crush of people, meeting his eyes from across the room... You didn't even need to tease yourself to get yourself going. The thought of him was enough.
It was always enough.
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The water pressure was shit, but that was what trailer life entailed. A small stove, an even smaller water heater, and thin walls.
Very thin walls.
While Eddie couldn't hear the buzz of the vibrator over the rush of water, he could hear your moans. It was as if he was tuned into the sound, picking it out from the roar of the rest of the world. He was already hard from the thought of you -- that was enough -- and he shampooed and washed as quickly as he could. The rest of the shower would be spent with his hand around his cock; there would be no time between then and the party, after all.
He bit down on his lower lip to keep from groaning, forehead resting on the wall the bathroom shared with his bedroom.
Five minutes may have passed. Your moans were getting higher. He knew you were close; after so many months, he had memorized every gasp and squeak, every moan and sigh. He could tell when you were close to cumming, when you were frustrated, when you wanted it rough.
"Fuck!"
Eddie froze. He knew that, too, but not from your visits. He'd heard the same tone of voice when your car's engine gave out last winter, and again that past summer when you'd lost your favourite necklace. (He'd kept it under his pillow for a week, imagining tightening it around your throat while you laid under him, until he gave it back under the guise of finding it laying around.)
He poked his head out of the shower.
"Y/N?" he called, then cut the water. "Y/N, are you okay?"
"Y-You can hear me over the shower?"
He winced. "Y... Yeah."
"Oh... Whatever!" Frustration bled through every word. "Whatever, just... It's fine."
"Doesn't sound fine," he said as he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. He left the bathroom and stood at the closed bedroom door. "What happened?"
"Stupid thing ran out of batteries."
"Oh." He frowned, uncertain of what to say. "I'm guessing the timing wasn't ideal?"
"Great deduction skills, Munson." You sighed heavily. He could hear the sheets shuffling. "You wouldn't happen to have any extras laying around, would you?"
"Not that I've seen."
"Well," you said after a moment. "I guess that ends that..."
"Or..."
It was stupid. That was the best part about it: he could just play it off as a joke, if it was too much. He could laugh and muss your hair and tease you about it after.
But if you said yes...
"Or?" you pressed, the silence between you loaded.
"Can I be of assistance?"
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What? You, he... What?
You blinked, lips parted in shocked, staring at the door that stood between you. Your whole body still tingled, was still ready, still on the edge. But suddenly, it felt as if you were in a dream. You couldn't have heard him right.
"Are you serious?" you asked just as he followed up with, "I-It's no big deal to me."
You both laughed.
"Can I come in?" he asked. "I'm, I'm decent, by the way. Wearing a towel."
"Y-yeah," you said, tucking yourself further into the sheets.
Eddie stepped inside and shut the door behind him. You must have looked silly, his covers up to your chin. But you quickly forgot about what you looked like. You fought not to stare, the towel sitting low on his hips, one hand keeping it pinned closed. Water droplets still clung to his bare chest, making his tattoos glitter. His hair was longer, heavier with water, dripping as it clung to his neck and shoulders. The room was small, and you could feel the raging heat that radiated from his body.
"So were... were you serious?" you asked again. "Or are you just making fun of me?"
"I'd never make fun of you, sweetheart."
You scoffed. He gave you a crooked grin.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm serious. A friend in need, you know?"
"It wouldn't bother you? Like, it wouldn't be gross to you, seeing as we're friends?"
Eddie clapped a hand over his chest, wincing. "I see how it is. She thinks being with me is gross."
"N-No! I just don't want it to be awkward."
He looked up at your through his lashes, smiling. "I think we're well past awkward." He rubbed the back of his neck. "And if it makes you feel any better, you'd be helping me out with a, uh, similar problem."
Your gaze drifted down to the towel. It hadn't struck you that it sat awkwardly on his hips, betraying the shape just beneath. You chewed your lip.
"You're making me feel like a piece of meat, Y/N."
Your eyes shot back up to meet his, your cheeks heating.
"Are we doing this, Munson?"
Eddie pulled one hand away from his waist, opening the towel a little. The other side still covered him, but he waggled his eyebrows nonetheless.
"Should I do a strip tease? Will that do it for you?"
You giggled and sat up on your knees, keeping the sheets wrapped around you. He made you feel so... relaxed. They never laughed in the pornos, or in smutty books. But it felt right, to tease and snicker and scoff.
You shot him a wink. "Oh, are we doing it that way?"
You let the sheets drop.
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Fuck. Fuck.
Eddie had kept the mood semi-serious to make you feel comfortable. To give you an out. And if you asked him to stop -- if you hesitated for one second -- he would withdraw. But it was certainly difficult to go back from this.
You were... God, you were perfect. Every freckle and mark, curve and bump, slope and shadow. It was like you were made to be held, to be kissed, praised -- no, worshiped. No matter what you looked like, he knew he'd be on his knees for you. But this was so much more than he'd expected.
Eddie stalked forward, to the edge of the bed, and your eyes tracked him all the way. Steady, studying -- anxiety swimming deep in your gaze. She thinks I'm not sure. He let his fingers drift up your neck until he held your cheek, thumb running over your bottom lip. You shut your eyes, your shaky sigh warming his chest -- inches away from each other.
"If you're not sure, we can stop. Okay?"
You nodded. He pressed him thumb to your chin and pulled your mouth open.
"Use your words."
"Okay," you repeated.
He let his towel drop, and you opened your eyes at the sound. He could see your throat bob.
"You're already..."
Eddie let his fingers drift under your chin, pulling your gaze up.
"I may have heard a little more in the shower than I let on."
"You were eavesdropping?" you gasped, mock salaciousness.
"Are you mad?"
His hand grazed your throat, down to the slope of your shoulder, tracing the bones, the curves. You shook your head, and he pushed you. It only took a little pressure for you to fall back, and he climbed over you.
"You sounded so sweet," he whispered against your throat, lips brushing the soft skin there. "I couldn't resist touching myself. It can be difficult, knowing someone so beautiful is laying in my bed, fucking herself with her vibrator."
He pressed a kiss to the base of your throat, suckling, nipping, drawing out soft mewls from your lips. Your hands drew up his back, tangled in his hair. Encouraging him as he dipped his head low, peppering kisses all over your chest, between your tits, beneath them. His nose brushed a nipple, and it stiffened in a second. Already, you were wet with shower water. Eddie lapped up the droplets, tongue snaking out to flick over your peaked nipple. You let out a sharp gasp, fingers twisting in his hair.
One hand ghosted up your leg, tracing over your knee, your thigh, your hip. His fingers brushed your pubic bone. He released your nipple with a wet pop, looked up at you.
"Yes?" he asked.
--
You took his hand and guided it to your slick folds, still tingling from the vibrator. The second he touched your clit, you let out a soft sigh -- not shocked but satisfied. Finally, your body sighed. Finally, he was touching you. You wanted to throw your head back and shut your eyes as his mouth sealed over your other nipple, tongue swirling and flicking over it. But you didn't want to miss a second, especially when he shot a coy glance your way.
He circled your clit, testing each side until he found the one that made you moan the loudest, made your hips buck up to meet his touch. Eddie dipped his fingers between your folds, spreading your slick all over your hot, puffy sex. His touch electrified you. Excited currents ran just under your skin, and your heart pounded so hard you were certain he could feel it.
He was hot. Maybe it was from the shower, but his touch seared you. The windows of the trailer were fogged up. He read each sound you made and seemed to chase them, seeking out every moan. You could have gotten lost in him -- in his heat, his scent, his skilled touch. When he slipped two fingers between your folds, you spread your legs wider -- eager, begging.
"Eddie," you breathed, searching for the words but coming up blank. "You... you're amazing, you're... Are you rutting against the bed?"
"I can stop myself, sweetheart," he panted against your chest. "I'm knuckle-deep in your hot, soaked cunt, my face buried in your tits. I'm aching down here."
"Stop using the bed," you giggled. "Start using me."
Something changed in him then. Something shifted in his face, moved in his eyes -- something darker, baser, something that ran deeper than what he showed on the surface. Eddie lifted himself up, kneeling between your legs. He withdrew his fingers from your pussy and used your slick to coat himself. He pumped his cock over you, looking you up and down.
"Do you know how hard it is, sleeping in this bed after you've used it? Some nights I lay awake wondering if I'm going insane."
You grasped one of your tits, kneading the nipple between your fingers. "I think about you when I lay here. Pretending my vibrator is your cock."
"Like this?" He slid his cock against your folds. Hot, hard, velvety soft.
You tipped your head back, grinding up against him. "Yes, yes."
His thrusts were slow, hard, pressing against your aching cunt with enough pressure to make your squirm. Eddie grasped your hips and held you down, grip strong enough to leave marks. It stung, nails digging into your flesh. But the pain mingled with the heat between your legs, the delicious friction that built up and up as he picked up the pace.
"How often do you listen to me?" you gasped, grasping his forearm with one hand as the other played with your tit.
Eddie's chuckle was dark, low. "How often do you moan my name?"
You lifted your legs, locking them around his waist. "Fucking pervert."
His expression darkened. He moved one hand to your throat, squeezing the sides. "You're the one leaving wet spots on my sheets, sweetheart."
"I'll bet you lick them up."
Eddie shifted, leaning down to lick a firm stripe from your opening to your clit, his hot tongue laid flat against you. You let out a quivering moan, grasping at his hair. You shut your eyes, lifting your hips up, begging for more. All you got was a quick, rough slap on the clit, then he was lining his cock up to your opening.
"You're being so mean to me," he said, his voice hoarse with arousal. "I lent you my bed all those times. Was a perfect gentleman to you. Now here I am, helping you get off, holding back when all I want to do is stuff my cock into your pretty mouth, and what do you do? Call me a pervert." Both his hands returned to your hips, holding you down again. "Beg for it, Y/N. Beg for my cock."
He pushed inside -- just a little, just enough for it to sting. You tried to push further, but his hands were firm on you, pressing you into the plush bed. Your pussy clenched around nothing, begging for something -- for him.
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"Please," you mewled. "Please, Eddie. I want you."
That was enough for him. God, you didn't even have to say anything. Just tasting you, feeling you rut against him, hearing your desperate moans -- all of it was enough to drive him crazy. But Eddie wanted more. He had held back for so long, now he wanted to savour it.
"You want me to what?"
You pouted, and one hand came up to grasp your jaw.
"Don't act like a brat. Use your words, or I'll get dressed and we'll go to the party right now. I'll let you squirm all night. Tell me what you want." He let go of your jaw and returned his hand to your hip.
"I want you to fuck me! I want your cock inside me."
It was a whine. A drawn-out, pathetic cry for him. Eddie smirked and, slowly, carefully, pulled you onto him. You were hot, wet, soft. So much more than he had imagined. You let out a moan, head tipped back, eyes shut, back arching. He bottomed out and paused, catching his breath. Your pussy throbbed around his length, and it was all he could do not to cum right then.
"You okay, sweetheart?" he panted, trying and failing to keep the arousal from his voice.
You nodded. "Mhm."
He moved his hips -- slowly at first, testing, teasing. Drinking in the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, your fingernails digging into his forearms. But as you relaxed, as the tension melted from you as stinging subsided and became pleasure, his thrusts grew faster, harder. He grunted with effort, from the warm, tight sensation pooling in his lower abdomen.
The snow outside muffled all sound. There was only your moans, his gasping breaths, and the slap of your flesh against his. He released your hip and traced two fingers across your lips. You opened them, sucking the digits for a moment before he pulled away and circled your clit.
"Eddie," you groaned.
"You like that, sweetheart? You like it when I play with your pussy?"
You nodded, but Eddie hardly saw. He was too distracted by the way your tits bounced with every thrust. There was so much more he wanted to do to you. He wanted another taste of your cunt; he wanted to fuck your throat; he wanted to let you ride him. But right now, he was addicted to the way you moaned, the way you looked beneath him. He couldn't focus on anything else.
This was already more than enough.
"Eddie," you moaned again as he licked his fingers and returned them to your clit. "'m gonna cum."
"Do it, sweetheart. Let go and cum for me."
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Your orgasm was so strong that your eyes shut, your back arched, and your fingernails scraped down his arms. Heat exploded from your core. You forced your eyes open, watching Eddie as he thrust wildly into your cunt, letting you ride out every dizzying wave.
"'m so close, Y/N. S-so clo-- f-fuck."
You felt his cock twitch inside of you. Eddie stopped rubbing your clit, which was already overstimulated from his attention, and gripped the sheets above your head to steady himself. Warmth filled you as he came, letting out a string of barely-intelligible cusses.
Eddie leaned forward, his forehead on the bed beside your head, panting hard. His wet hair fell over your shoulder. You lifted it, tucking it behind his ear. He was red there, and all over his chest, up his neck. He turned his head to you, smiling.
"Holy shit," he gasped.
You giggled. "My thoughts exactly."
His hands came to cup your face, and as he slid out of you, you both sat up. He held you, one arm winding around your waist. You flung your arms over his shoulders.
"You... You were okay with that?" he asked.
You scoffed. "No. I cried out in pleasure because I hated every second."
He pinched your cheek. "So. You wouldn't mind doing that again?"
You couldn't hold back your smile. "Yes! I, I mean, no, I wouldn't mind. I'd... I'd like that, I --"
Eddie's nose slid against yours, his lips inches away from you. How was it that moments earlier, he was inside of you, yet this felt more intimate? You tipped your chin up, letting your lips brush. He closed the distance, mouths meeting in a slow, deep kiss.
"Should we start now?"
He leaned back, studying your face with an incredulous expression. "I thought we were going to Harrington's party."
"I mean..." You lifted one shoulder. "If you insist."
Eddie shook his head. "Oh, no. I just got you, sweetheart; no way I'm giving you up that easy."
He pulled you down, on top of him, and both of you let out a laugh quickly cut off by another kiss. You could have stayed there all night in his bed. Your bed, really. You planned on being in it often enough, after all.
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just a little something for the darling @yournowheregirl to wake up to! it sounds kinda dumb and insignificant, but i always appreciate your tags in the fun tag games that come across your dash and for always being one of the first that ask something from those ‘ask me’ posts i reblog! it makes me feel appreciated and i am super grateful every time 🥰🫶🥹
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There was meant to be two beds.
Steve specifically got a double king room for the goblins, and another room with two queens for him and Eddie.
So of course as soon as they got into Milwaukee the night before the D&D themed nerd fest, the (actually very nice) woman at the front desk says: “We had to swap around the rooms, but the two will still sleep all you boys, don’t worry!”
Whatever. That’s fine, right? They’ll all have a spot to sleep the next two nights they’re here for the kids’ (and Eddie’s) dragon game convention.
He gets back to their rented minivan and passes the key cards to Eddie in the passenger seat.
The van was just the first point of contention between him and the kids’ beloved Dragon Meister, followed closely by…everything else.
The first thing Eddie said when Steve showed up in the rented van was “King Steve is coming along on our journey?”, to which Steve could only respond with “This ‘super cool’ guy you assholes have been going on about this whole time is Eddie “The Freak” Munson? Really?”
Following closely behind are: the tapes and tapes of loud garbled ‘music’ Eddie insists on playing, his absolutely tragic way of unwrapping Steve’s burgers for him when they stop for lunch, the wariness Steve has in the first place about this being the guy Dustin wouldn’t stop talking so highly about…this nerdy, obnoxious, third-time senior…great.
“204 is the Hellions’ room, 207 is us.”
Eddie bends an arm backwards into the feral beast enclosure the second two rows have become over the last six hours and Steve’s surprised he still has his hand when it returns to the front.
Steve gets the van parked in the hotel’s garage, and they head up to their rooms.
“Alright, assholes,” he says to the somehow still rambunctious masses, “This is you guys, Make sure you’re up by eight so we—“
“Yeah Steve, we got it,” Dustin scoffs, “As if we’d risk being late to this.”
Steve rolls his eyes with a “Fine, goodnight.” and shuffles the few steps across the hall to his and Eddie’s door, leaving the troops to file into theirs.
The only thought in his head is of laying down and getting the fuck to sleep. It wasn’t even that late but—
“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me.”
So that’s what brings them here. To their one barely queen sized bed.
“I guess I’m on the floor then, huh?”
“I’m not about to let you sleep on the floor.”
“Oh, the King has chivalry does he?” Eddie rolls his eyes and throws his duffle onto the armchair in the corner.
“As much as you, asshole; I just want you to have the energy to corral the gremlins tomorrow.” Steve scrubs a hand down his face. “Look, we’ll just deal with it tonight and I’ll get another room tomorrow.” he lies. As if he’s got the cash for that.
Eddie looks him over, and seems to come to whatever conclusion he needs to because he says “Fine, but you better not be a blanket hog.”
Eddie’s the worst blanket hog Steve’s ever had the displeasure of knowing.
He thought Robin was bad, but this is something else.
Eddie’s fully a burrito within an hour of laying down. After a hearty, but silent, game of tug of war over the worn duvet.
Steve falls asleep angry and cold, and wakes up on a cloud.
He’s so warm and so entangled in the comforter, he can’t help but snuggle deeper into the pillow he’s clutched onto.
The pillow hums back at him and scoots itself under his chin with a sigh.
Steve squeezes tighter onto the pillow momentarily, but his curiosity of why his pillow’s making noise gets the better of him.
He cracks his eyes open, looking down at the thing in his arms.
It shifts as well, and Eddie Munson blinks up at him with those (holy shit…beautiful, deep, dark) doe eyes of his.
“Hi.” Steve breathes.
Eddie’s eyes flutter shut, and shuffles himself back into Steve’s neck.
Steve chooses to blame the still sleepy bit of him for curving himself back around Eddie.
“How’d you sleep?” Steve whispers into the now-bared hairline under the other man’s bangs.
“Fucking amazing…” Eddie mumbles, snaking an arm over Steve’s waist and settling a hand in the middle of his back. “How ‘bout you, Stevie?”
“Stevie, huh?” Steve chuckles.
It’s only then that Eddie seems to come to his senses, his head shooting up before he scrambles away, falling straight onto his back between the opposite side of the bed and the wall with an “Oof!” and a “Fuck!”
“Oh shit!” Steve shuffles off the bed and helps Eddie back up, ”You alright, Eds?”
“Yeah..yeah, I’m fine..” Steve gets Eddie back on his own two feet and (reluctantly) lets him go once he’s stable.
‘Reluctantly? Why reluctantly? What the hell??’
“Sorry I was all over you, not the greatest thing to wake up to, huh?” Eddie says, huffing a sardonic laugh under his breath.
Steve hums nonchalantly, “It wasn’t all bad, I slept pretty fucking amazing too.”
Eddie hums an acknowledgment, then: “I wouldn’t—“ Eddie starts at the same time Steve says “I should—“
“You go ahead,”
Eddie’s hands come up between them, spinning the rings on his fingers nervously. “I was going to say that…I.. Iwouldn’tmindifyoustayedtonight..too.”
Steve blinks. “Good thing I was going to say that I really should save my money.”
Eddie’s smile is slightly nervous, but there’s a hopeful tinge to it that Steve can only assume means what he thinks it does (hopes it does).
“Leaves me with more to spend on the Gremlins, right?” he shrugs.
Eddie beams. “Glad to know we’re on the same page, Harrington.”
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also, if you haven’t heard it recently: Alice, YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE 🤩
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