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persesphonestears · 1 year

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Taskforce 141 + Los Vaqueros + König and Horangi

More shit because I remembered I have drafts :>

A/N: My Y/N's are intended to be read as if the reader/Y/N is male/Trans masc, Also Bold is actions.

!!CW!!: Sexual jokes, Swearing, blood mentions(? i think), Shepard warning! alcohol mentions(being drunk) just silly cod shenanigan's (please tell me if I've forgotten any!)

Soap: WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD!

Y/N: *sleepy* ah what's going on

Price: *also sleepy and sitting up* what the fuck man

Soap: OHHOHO

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Rudy: do you have any ice?

Y/N: no i just have freezable fruit shapes

Rudy: why..?

Y/N: just because

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Y/N: hey bro what do you wanna eat

Ghosts thoughts: the souls of the innocent

Ghost: A bagel

Ghosts thoughts: NOOOO

Ghost: Two bagels

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Y/N: Riley do you want the ball?

Y/N: *throws the ball*

Riley: *runs for the ball and throws himself into the wall*

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Y/N: I can't find it

Ghost: what you looking for?

Y/N: my happiness

Ghost: oh shit lost mine too let me help look

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Y/N: That moment when you walk into a room and forgot why

Alejandro: *angrily jumping on them*

Y/N: *falling in slow motion* oh that's right I pranked Alejandro

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Lasswell: Kid I gotta tell you something..

Y/N: what is it?

Lasswell: I'm gay..

Y/N: Wha- what does that mean?

Lasswell: It means I like pus-

Y/N: do you still love dad(price)?

Lasswell: ew no

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Y/N undercover: Are your parents serial killers… Cause i'm pretty sure they killed mine and IM BACK FOR REVENGE-

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Soap: My favourite holiday is halloween

Gaz: So my favourite holiday is christmas what about you Y/N?

Y/N: The purge :D

Ghost: ah that's nice

Price: Ye- wait what.

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Y/N: *fishing* Ugh the fish got off

Shepard: Probably cause god is angry

Y/N: About what?

Shepard: Gay marriage

Y/N: Look this is why I don't go fishing with you-

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Y/N: Dude lowkey your Dad(Price) is like super hot

Gaz: Lowkey dude that's kinda weird.

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Graves: Sir you can't steal in here

Y/N: Wha no i didn't steal anything?

Graves: You stole my heart

Y/N: *giggles* fuck you it's mine now. *runs off with Graves literal heart in their hand*

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Y/N: That was the best sex I've ever had

Gaz: Heh nice- hey wait that's my mums(Price) room!

Y/N: and that's why they call me mother fucker

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Alejandro: Hey can I get a sip of that water?

Y/N: it's not water

Alejandro: Vodka! I like your stu-

Y/N: it's vinegar.

Alejandro: what..?

Y/N: it's vinegar PUSSY-

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Graves: Hey Y/N, Are you straight?

Y/N: Am i straight? mmm uhh mm no sorry I like penis

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Y/N and Ghost: What's wrong with the way we dress?

Soap: Well some people say that all black make you look like an evil villain.

Soap: Not me though I think it makes you look like a sexy motorcycle vroom vroom

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Y/N: *drunk* next time I open up to someone is my fucking autopsy

Gaz: I worry about you

Ghost: Get in line

Soap: here take my spot.

Price: Y/N, we talked about this..

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Y/N: ask me why I love you

Ghost: Why do you love me?

Y/N: I'm glad you ask! *pulls out a 500 slide presentation*

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König: *lovingly stroking Y/N’s hair* Your so cute

Y/N: *drunkly* I could beat the shit out of you

König: sure you could

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Price: My god do you ever stop with the ‘I wanna die stuff’??

Y/N: I'll stop when I die, that's for sure.

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Y/N: I can fit the whole world in my hands!

Alejandro: Amor that's impossible

Y/N: Yes I can *holds Alejandro’s face* See!

Alejandro: *blushes furiously* Get your hands off me, I have a reputation

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Price: Where's Y/N?

Rudy: Doing stuff.

Price: Yeah i don't like the sound of that. Where's Gaz?

Rudy: Trying to stop Y/N from doing stuff.

Price: Ghost and Soap?

Rudy: Trying to stop Gaz from stopping Y/N from doing stuff.

Price: Uh Alejandro and König..?

Rudy: Watching it all.

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Ghost: I wanna do bad stuff to you.

Y/N: *being interrogated* Like what 😼

Ghost: Break your legs

Ghost: Choke you to death

Ghost: Push you off a building

Y/N: Kinky

Ghost:...

Ghost: What the fuck?

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Y/N: Is that your hand on my ass?

Alejandro: It was an accident.

Y/N: Your hand is still on my ass

Alejandro: It's still an accident.

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Y/N: I have an idea!

König: Maus, your last idea was unnecessary murder

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*Taking Alejandro to meet your guardians/parental figures* (amab reader)

Y/N: Okay let's try again, I'm my dad okay?

Alejandro: Fine

Y/N: *lowers their voice* So why should i let you date my child?

Alejandro: Because I can't get them pregnant

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Y/N: When I get murdered can you make sure my murder case stays unsolved?

König: What?

Y/N: I wanna be on buzzfeed’s unsolved murder case's

Horangi: Can we go back to you saying ‘when I get murdered’..?

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Y/N: Gods give me patience.

Price: Don't you mean power?

Y/N: If the gods gave me powers they'd all be dead.

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Soap: So uh I was wondering if you'd go out with me..?

Y/N: Yeah I'd love too!

Soap: You'll come arou- WAIT DID YOU JUST SAY YES?!

Y/N:...yeah?

Soap: OMG WAIT RIGHT HERE ILL BE RIGHT BACK!

Soap: *runs off*

Y/N:

Y/N: so can I leave or..?

Soap: *running back dragging Ghost behind him*

Soap: Say it! Say it again!!

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Y/N and Alejandro fighting

Rudy: What absolute idiots.

Rudy:

Rudy: I can't believe I fell in love with them both.

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Anyway thank you for joining me in my silly lil guy shenanigans ٩(ᐛ)و

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concentrateandpush · 7 months

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We have a tradition.. in our group of friends. Every birthday we have a sleepover, we’ve done this since we were 4, that won’t change, the three of us get along too well. We’ve always told each other secrets, funny stories, our crushes, but there is one secret I’ve kept from my friends.

It’s late, 1AM but we usually try to stay up as late as possible. Carly’s Mom is at work and her dad passed away when she was little. Eloise is a little tipsy, as usual, seeing as Carly’s Mom has a cupboard of Malibu and vodka. I was tempted not to come, I’ve been cramping all day but I know how mad they would be, plus with the snow, what else is a 9 months pregnant single girl going to do on a Saturday.

I didn’t want to tell them that I’m pregnant because they’d talk about how Steve is a bad influence and how I was a virgin until I met him, how he stole me away for one sleepover last year, they’re right but I don’t need it. I just thought keeping it to myself would be a good idea, until now. “I.. I just need to use the bathroom” I mutter under my breath as I get up and run off.

Fumbling for my phone, I text Mom “I’m at Carly’s, come get me” but the service is down.

The pain is building, kind of like a period pain but in my back and my stomach. I find myself rubbing my belly fast and hard as if it’ll help, but I can’t get it to stop.

“Hey, Carly? You okay?” Sarah asks as she knocks the door, Sarah is Carly’s older sister. “Carly??” She asks again. “Uh.. it’s Lena” I admit, trying to control my breathing.

“Oh, Lena, are you okay? You sound like you’re out of breath?” She asks and I quickly get myself together before opening the door. “Sorry” I say quietly. She heads in and I hear her making noises “Lena, did you pee on the floor?” She asks, disgusted and I freeze, realising my waters broke. “I-I’m sorry I can clean it up” I say before heading in and grabbing some paper, kneeling to wipe it. I let out a small groan as I feel a twinge in my left lower abdomen.

“Lena, are you okay?” She asks and I nod “f-fine” as I wipe up. “Lena, I’ve known you since you were practically a baby and something is up” she probes and I shake my head, wishing for the pain to not come as hard as I know it will. I find my hand gripping the toilet seat as I start to contract. “P-please don’t tell them” I mumble, taking deep slow breaths.

“Tell them what?” She asks, lowering herself to me, looking at my face and down to my belly. “I..” I start and she shakes her head “Lena.. you’re not? You’re fucking pregnant?” She exclaims. “I knew you’d gotten chunkier but.. oh sweetheart, you’re-“ she stops and realised “you’re not in labour? Right?” She asks and I plead for help with my eyes.

“Shit, okay.. right” she nods “Lena..” she sighs “what are we going to do with you..” she says softly before taking me into her arms. I lean in and just let her hold me before it gets worse and I start involuntarily panting, gripping her shirt. “Okay, okay Lena, I need you to sit back for me” she says calmly and I shake my head “I’m scared, it hurts, it’s coming” I mutter.

“Right, I know you don’t want them to know but they will, you’re not going to push a baby out quietly and you need comfort, we’re going to get you into the living room and onto the couch” she sighs and I just agree, I need to get it out. “Carly! Eloise?!” She shouts and they come in, seeing the room and cluelessly staring.

“Okay, Lena is in labour, which I know is a big shock for you both, but we need to help her deliver this baby” she explains “can you girls help me bring her to the couch?” She asks and they just do as she says, helping me up. Once I’m on my knees, I get another contraction, one much worse than the last and it doubles me over. “Nnggg” I grunt to myself, clutching my well hidden bump.

“Lena is this a joke?” Carly asks and I just shake my head, blowing breath into the air as I spread my legs under me “pressure” I mumble, looking to Sarah “so much pressure” I cry. “Couch” Sarah demands. Before I know it, they’re carrying me in and getting me on the couch which has been turned into a bed for the night.

“How did you hide this?!” Eloise asks and I just shake my head, gripping my leg and pulling it back, clothes still on. “Wait, wait a minute” Sarah says panicked as she can see I’m about to push with all my mite. “I can’t!” I cry out as I start to bear down in my pants, grunting and shaking like a leaf. “Lena!” She shouts and I stop, reaching down to hold myself, letting her strip me naked.

The second her eyes see my opening, they widen and I see the fear. “That’s a head” Carly says, shocked and Eloise gazes “that’s a head!?” She asks and Carly nods “look, the pink thing inside, a head” she says confidently and I just start to sob. “You were right about Steve, he wanted me to get rid of it but I just couldn’t” I cry. “Okay, okay, we understand, Lena, we do” Carly sighs as she comes next to me, wiping my forehead.

“It’s coming” I grunt as I grip my thigh, ready to experience this whole situation. “Okay, deep breath and push” Sarah tells me and I nod, pulling my chin to my chest as I just scream the baby down. I feel every single centimetre of the head coming down, ripping me, tearing me open. “More” she says quickly and I shake my head, letting go of my legs as I try to catch my breath.

“I can’t do this.. I can’t do it” I cry, rubbing my bump in small circles. “You have no choice Lena, the roads are covered and you have a baby coming out of you, you have to do this, you need to push it out” Sarah says sternly. “You’re so strong, Lena.. your body is meant to do this and you can absolutely push your baby out, just push” Eloise smiles reassuringly and I sigh, already exhausted.

I gulp a deep breath down and try to grab my thighs, pulling my legs up until Eloise grabs one and Carly the other “Push your baby out!” Carly smiles and I try, so fucking hard, to no avail. I’m sweating, I’m crying and my whole body is throbbing but I just can’t get it out.

“Why can’t I do it?!” I wail and Sarah sighs “patience.. you’re getting there” she smiles and I just look to the girls, my eyes begging them to keep my legs up “here it comes” I whisper softly as I start to lean into it. “Gaahhh!” I cry, pushing as hard as I can for as long as my body will allow. “Give.. birth!” I cry out, reaching down and pulling myself open.

“It’s not working” Sarah explains as I hopelessly reach for my Stanley for a sip of water. “I need you to stand..” she sighs and I nod, getting up and standing, opening my legs to make room for baby to come out. “So you’re going to squat a little with the push” she says and I nod, grabbing onto Carly as I swing my hips. “Come on baby, please let me push you out.. it’s just pushing it’s not that hard, I can get you out, I will push you out” I whisper as I pep talk myself.

“Heee heee, hoo hoo, heee heee, hoo HOO” I breathe as I start to feel it coming. My legs part naturally as I begin my pushing attempt, holding onto Carly as I feel my vagina spread. “It’s working!” Eloise smiles and I nod, reaching down to feel my baby’s head.

“Holy fuck!” I cry as I feel burning “fuck, fuck, fuck!” I mutter. “You’re crowning!” Sarah smiles and I just find myself going to my hands and knees, moaning like a cow. “That’s it, vocalise all you want” she smiles as Eloise rubs my back. “Please, please get it out” I moan, shaking as I try to hold myself up.

“Lena, it’s time to push” Carly tells me as I find myself almost falling asleep, exhausted from all the work I’ve put in so far. I just bear down, trying to push through the pain. The noises I’m making are animalistic and in all honesty I’m embarrassed. “Focus, Lena” Sarah demands and I nod, trying to find words to say I need to move.

I fall into a position on my side, holding my leg up and pushing for around an hour, it’s unbearable. Until finally, “the head! It’s here, the head is out” Eloise exclaims. “Push! Push!!” Sarah screams and I do exactly that, groaning, grunting and sweating as I feel my baby escape my body and come into the world.

#childbirth #giving birth #maiesiophilia #pregnancy #birth

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soahbee · 1 month

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Story time! The gathering. part 1

Hello girls, I'm here with the update! It is always difficult to write at these times because there is so much going on at these gatherings.

Let me start by saying that I arrived at the party 1 hour late. (I met a friend before that) At first I was sad, but then I didn't mind, because when I arrived the atmosphere was already great, everyone was in a good mood and people were drinking and laughing loudly. (there were a lot of us again) Of course, I didn't take off my coat, I was already looking where R could be. Obviously, I couldn't find him standing at the door, so I quickly started to take off my coat and in the meantime I adjusted my hair in the mirror to be perfect. After that comes the main point and why I didn't regret being late. "You're late dear" - said the voice that made my heart beat faster. R was leaning against the wall with a glass of champagne in his hand, watching me straighten my hair (very awkward situation) Girls, I can't even tell you how attractive he was, he was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and black linen pants. (I almost tore it off) his hair was slicked back and a few strands hung forward. 😳

So, after that, I greeted him and quickly went through the people and of course, I caught dad in the living room with a big hug. <3 Then, before I even got to the kitchen, a couple of my father's friends caught me and made me drink two half-glass of vodka. bruh😭😭 Well, here comes the point, when I got to the kitchen, R was also standing there talking to a couple of men, and even though I decided not to be shy, somehow I still couldn't start a conversation, so I just poured myself a champagne... In the meantime, dad asked me to make the fruit salad if I was already late (oops) and UHH R came next to me and asked if he would help me cut them up. Of course, I immediately said yes, so we made the fruit salad together!! This part was so good because we talked a lot and it was a great feeling to make a salad together.

I knew from that that he had been drinking more, that he teases me a lot more and skins my face all the time. Even now, when I was about to put the apples in the bowl, he poked my side, causing half of them to fall to the ground, and then he even laughed. He seriously embarrassed me so much with that. But of course I didn't give up and threw a piece of blueberry in his face and we started fighting like five-year-olds. lol But then I stopped when one of the cold blueberries fell under my top and while I was grumpily trying to fish it out, R just grinned and then came closer to me and said.. (girls, don't die) "Can I help you take it out?" ???????!!!!!!!! EXCUSE ME It was a flirt that I couldn't handle, I was so embarrassed and I think he knew what he was doing because he just laughed and said he was just joking. 😭😭 Sir I'm going to die because of you!

So far it's very cute and I'm started to feel really good, but frankly there's always someone who spoils it all. A woman stole R's attention and they started talking, so I finished the fruit salad alone. :(((

But in the meantime I was also talking to people and R had his back to me, we were behind each other's backs the whole time and that's how I heard what they were talking about. In retrospect, maybe I didn't want to hear it... Because it was burned into my memory that R was asked about a woman, what was going on with her/them. ??? HUH? WHAT You can imagine that I was eating a fruit salad, but my fork stuck in my mouth when I heard this. I kind of guessed that R wasn't waiting for me and was goo and dating other women, but it was still very painful to face it.🤧 *crying* I rather filled another glass of champagne and maybe I shouldn't have done that because I could still feel the alcohol a little. (but idc)

I'll continue in another post soon because it would be very long. SORRY AHH Until then, process the events girls, because I haven't succeeded since then. lol 😫😫😫

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therealdeathoracle · 1 year

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Since people seemed to like my incorrect bsd quotes from my coworkers I decided to do another one with quotes from my friends

Atsushi: “Been ignored so much bitches call me terms and conditions.”

Akutagawa: “At least you get accepted no matter what.”

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Kunikida: “Bitchboys! Wait what are they called? Dazai! Yes!”

Ranpo: “I'm going to start calling him that.”

Dazai: “You want to see the real bitch come out?”

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Chuuya: “Ok I think I have a solution.”

*Explosion in the distance*

Chuuya: “Don’t worry about that.”

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Atsushi: “That was before I realized he was my dad.”

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Chuuya: “Fan-fucking-tastic just trying to enjoy my meal and god decides to show up!”

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Ranpo to Fukuzawa: “Hey look! An old gay white man! That's better than an old white straight man!”

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Kyouka: “Murder is fun, cool, and hip!”

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Jouno: "I am going... to hurt something."

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Akutagawa: "Don't tell me how to breathe!"

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Dazai: "Want to know what they called me in college? Application Denied!"

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Kenji: "Mom says its my turn with the brain cell"

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Sigma: “Fyodor! Nikolai is grave robbing again!”

Nikolai: “Well it’s not like they need this stuff anymore!”

Fyodor: “He has a solid point, do you need help?”

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Kenji: "This thanksgiving I’m thankful for Fukuzawa, Ranpo, Kunikida, Yosano, Atsushi, and uh... Kyouka. Yeah that’s everyone."

Dazai: "I really appreciate how I’m not on that list."

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Chuuya: *Attacks someone for picking a flower off a bush*

Chuuya handing the flower to Dazai: “Here’s your flower back, freaking freeloaders.”

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Jouno: “Hold that thought, it’s time for me to beat up Tecchou.”

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Jouno: “Well time for me to fight Tecchou and kill some bad guys, and I’m all out of bad guys.”

Tecchou: “Oh shit!”

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*During the ADA’s DnD game night*

Kunikida: “Dazai, you can’t play a bard. We all know you’re just gonna fuck everything.”

Dazai: "THAT’S A LIE! I just want to hit someone over the head with a lute! Then I’ll fuck someone!"

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Akutagawa: “Dazai is my personal favorite swear word.”

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Akutagawa: “I’m like a battery, I’m never included in anything.”

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Fukuzawa talking to himself when Ranpo is refusing to do work and Dazai hasn’t shown up yet: “Am I surprised? No of course I’m not I bet on it!”

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Yosano: “Oh you don’t feel so good? I have a fix for that!”

Yosano: *Pulls out a gun*

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Jouno: "I am very angry- *notices Tecchou nearby* HEY HE’S THE ONE WHO STOLE MY PANTS!"

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Atsushi: *Panicking running through the ADA with a trash can that he accidentally set on fire* “NO ONE SAW THIS!”

Kunikida, Dazai, Yosano: “WE SAW THAT!”

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Yosano: *Listing off what she ate today* “I’ve had cheese, crackers, vodka, and egg salad.”

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Kenji: “I’m gonna do this all on my own!” *turns to Ranpo* “Help me.”

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Yosano: “You son of a bitch!”

Ranpo: “HEY! DON’T CALL FUKUZAWA A BITCH!”

Yosano: “No I’m calling you a son of a bitch! YOU ARE ADOPTED!”

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Kenji: *Angrily muttering affirmations to himself*

Yosano: “Is this toxic positivity?”

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Dazai seeing Chuuya using corruption: “This is what gay panic is mothers and fuckers.”

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Dazai: *Hands Akutagawa 4 cents he found on the ground*

Akutagawa: “I get to eat tonight!”

Dazai: *Takes back 1 cent* “No you don’t.”

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Chuuya: *Sees Dazai flirt with some girl*

(What he tried to say) “Great now I’m sad and lonely.”

(What he said) Chuuya: “Great now I’m gay.”

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Chuuya: “That’s kinda gay, not gonna lie.”

Dazai: “You sound kinda gay, not gonna lie.”

Akutagawa: “I have cheese, not gonna lie.”

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Dazai: “This is not gonna go well.”

*2 minutes later*

Dazai sprinting down the street: “OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT!”

*2 minutes later*

Dazai: “I LOST MY KNIFE!”

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Dazai: “What gender am I today?”

Atsushi: “12.”

Akutagawa: “32.”

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Chuuya to Akutagawa: “What’s your opinion on the plan?”

Akutagawa: “Cheese is good.”

Chuuya: “That wasn’t the question.”

Gin: “But it’s the answer.”

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Akutagawa trying to flirt with Atsushi after getting advice from Kenji on what he likes: “ONION! I HAVE AN ONION FOR YOU! TAKE THE ONION!”

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Akutagawa: *Trying to show Dazai the new nice outfit Chuuya bought him*

Dazai: *Not even looking at him* “Nice.”

Chuuya: *Angrily* “It’s ok, we all know you hate poor Aku.”

Dazai: *Starts fake crying*

Chuuya: *Sarcastically* “Awww you gonna cry?” *Seriously* “GOOD!” *Leads Akutagawa away while telling him he looks great*

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Chuuya: “Nothing says pride like dick.”

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Akutagawa after someone was mean to Atsushi: “You don’t think you’ll end up in hell for what you’ve done, but sweetheart I’ll be seeing you there soon.”

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Dazai: “I don’t care if you have a cunt or a dick, either way I’m gonna fuck both your mom and dad.”

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Ranpo giving directions to Kunikida after he got Fukuzawa and himself lost: “Look for someone dressed like it’s Halloween and someone dressed like a single dad.”

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Kunikida: *Referring to Chuuya being drunk* “I think he’s in denial.”

Dazai: *Also drunk* “Nah he’s in da Amazon!”

Chuuya: *Absolutely wasted using his ability* “I am in da air!”

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Akutagawa about Atsushi: “I love his heterophobia.”

Akutagawa: “I meant to say heterochromia.”

@stinkyme

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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August — Chapter Three

pairing: frankie morales x f!ofc (rebecca herrera)

warnings: NSFW 18+, age gap relationship (23 years), secret relationship, mutual pining, mentions of virginity (it’s a construct people!), car sex, fingering, mutual oral sex, cum swallowing (i am a sinner), cute cute cute

words: 5.4k

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“There she is!” Becca’s father chirped as she walked out of her room, head throbbing from her hangover. She smiled tiredly and waved at everyone waiting in the living room and kitchen like a princess, everyone dressed in beach clothing as her family prepared for their day-long boat ride.

Frankie was in the kitchen, leaning over onto the island and wearing a grin as he watched her walk over to her mother sitting on the couch, sitting down on her lap. He loved seeing her happy and loved, the moments sadly having been all-too rare during this trip.

“Are the twins ready?” Becca’s uncle Joe asked as he bit into an apple.

“I can go check.” Becca offered, standing up off her mother’s lap and starting down the hallway. She was surprised to find Frankie following her down the hall, a glance at him over the shoulder stirring a new frenzy of butterflies in her stomach. Becca gave him a confused look, watching him mouth “forgot something”. With a nod, she turned back and bumped right into Ruby, one of her teenage twin cousins, tears streaming down her face as she stormed out of their shared room. “Ruby, what’s the matter?”

“Carla stole not only my swimsuit, but has been secretly texting my boyfriend!” She shouted so loud that Becca and Frankie worried their ears would ring all day. Becca tried to reach for her shoulders to calm her down, but the teen elbowed her away, hitting her in the cheekbone with a particularly powerful swing.

“Fuck,” Becca held the spot that ached on her face and watched as Frankie naturally reached to comfort her before catching himself, pulling his hand back awkwardly. Their eyes left each other to watch as Ruby walked over to the bathroom and banged on the door, nearly busting it down.

“What the fuck is going on?” Ruby and Carla’s father came stomping over, his eyes taking in not only the sight of his daughter pounding on the bathroom door, but also the closeness between his niece and friend. Frankie caught on quicker than Becca and stepped away from her, pointing at the stairs.

“I was just going to get changed.” He disappeared quickly and awkwardly, leaving Becca to explain the situation with her swollen cheek.

“I was going to check on the girls and then Ruby came out crying and swinging—“

“Carla is texting my boyfriend, dad. I’m going to beat her ass—“

“Alright, alright!” He moved his daughter to the side and knocked on the bathroom door more calmly. “Carla, you wanna come out so we can handle this?”

“No…she’s gonna beat me up.”

“No, she’s not.”

“She just said she would!”

Becca walked back to the kitchen and pulled out a cold bottle of vodka from the freezer, pressing it to her reddened cheek.

“Ruby can really land a hit, can’t she?” Sam approached with a goofy grin, watching as Becca nodded mockingly. “She’s gotten me a few times. I think she should go into fighting, she’s got a real knack for it.”

“Oh, sweetheart!” Her mother came over and grabbed the bottle, pulling it away and setting it down on the counter before examining the swollen lump. “It’s gonna leave a bruise. So much for meeting a cute boy this trip.”

“Mom, I never meet a cute boy anyways.” She shoved her hand away and grabbed the bottle, pouring herself a shot and taking it right in front of her mother, Sam chuckling at her shock.

“It’s not even 8 in the morning, Rebecca!” She scolded right as Frankie returned, now dressed in a t-shirt and his swim trunks, his eyebrows raising at Becca from over her mother’s shoulder.

“We’re literally going on a booze cruise, mom.” She sighed and pressed the bottle to her cheek again. “I don’t think it matters how early I start today.”

“How’s it going in the hall?” Sam turned and asked Frankie, watching him wince and shake his head.

“Looks like Ruby’s good at keeping her word.” He joked, making Sam laugh and walk down the hall to get a better view of the fight.

“Frankie, will you tell Rebecca that alcohol abuse ruins lives?” Becca squinted at her mother’s theatrics and raised her free hand up to question her sanity before letting it fall in defeat. Frankie held both hands up in surrender and backed away, joining Becca’s father in the living room rather than getting involved. “He’s probably got a drinking problem himself.”

“Mom, don’t say stuff like that about people you don’t know.” Becca scolded in a sigh and walked past her mother and into the hallway, joining Sam as he watched his father mediate. “Looks calm.”

“For now,” he spoke skeptically, Frankie walking over and joining the pair, standing so close to Becca’s side that his arm brushed against hers. “20 bucks says Ruby pushes her off the boat.”

“I’ll take that bet,” Frankie nodded and reached in front of Becca to shake Sam’s hand, a chuckle leaving her lips at their ridiculous bet.

“I think they’ll be fine.” She headed forward and approached the girls and their father. “Everything settled?”

“Whatever,” both girls rolled their eyes and walked past their cousin, Becca’s head shaking as she looked to her uncle. He let out an exhausted sigh and rubbed his temples, guiding her down the hall with him.

“Teenagers.”

“No one wants to get in the water?” Frankie had his hands on his hips as he waited at the bow of the boat, desperate to jump into the ocean. Becca bit her lip and fought the urge to volunteer herself, not wanting to arouse any suspicion of their growing closeness. “Nobody?”

“Becca, go jump in with the old man.” Her father elbowed her side and pointed at Frankie. Becca gave him an unsure look as she opened her mouth to object. “You’re the only one of us that likes the ocean. Go.”

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, hoping her feigned disinterest in the interaction would be enough to throw them off their trail completely. She stood up and took off her shorts and tank top, walking over to Frankie with a small, knowing grin. The rest of her family was too busy drinking and mingling with the other groups on the boat to care much about the two of them. But as Becca leaned in to whisper a flirty comment to her secret-fling, another woman walked up and flashed a bright smile his way.

“I’ll jump in with you. As long as you promise to save me if I drown.” She flirted, making your eyes roll as you stared out at the water. Frankie laughed and agreed with her condition, grabbing her hand and helping her onto the ledge. The blonde turned to Becca, eyeing her up and down before deciding to speak in the dryest tone imaginable. “Are you jumping too?”

“Nope, just standing on the edge of the boat for fun.” She chided sarcastically, Frankie’s chuckle soothing the jealousy lighting her up inside just enough for her to not also snap at him.

“Okay, well, would you mind moving out of the way so I can jump in?” She sassed and Becca’s jealousy took over again, the 24-year old turning and glaring at the woman clearly closer to Frankie’s age.

“I don’t know. Would you mind if I pushed you in so I don’t have to stand here talking to you anymore?” Becca raised an eyebrow at her in challenge. Frankie’s amusement was pushed to the side so that he could calm the obvious tension, the two women he found himself standing with clearly refusing to let the other win.

“How about we all jump in together?” He offered, both women turning to him with glares and speaking in unison.

“No.”

“Okay, okay,” he raised his hands in defense and decided the only way to solve the issue would be to eliminate it altogether. He jumped in without preamble and both of the women tried to shove each other to be the next person in.

“Becca! Want a beer?” While she was distracted by her cousin calling her name from down the boat, the woman beside her jumped in, practically landing in Frankie’s arms. Becca rolled her eyes and swallowed her jealousy, deciding to leave him with his aging beauty queen since he was clearly dead set on flirting back.

“Yes, please.” She grumbled as she stomped back to her group, accepting the ice cold beer and sitting back down beside her parents.

“Didn’t jump in?” Her mother asked.

“No, someone else volunteered so I took my out.” It was a lie—but it was a lie that further cemented their belief that she had no interest in their 40-year old friend. Even if she was annoyed with him at the moment, it wouldn’t hurt to create an alibi in case they ever started to catch on.

Becca ignored Frankie for the rest of the boat ride, finding reasons to excuse herself anytime he tried to come within five feet of her, which proved to be a difficult task considering that she was on a pontoon in the middle of the ocean.

“You gonna ignore me the entire trip?” He finally found her sitting on the ledge of the boat, standing up beside her and keeping his eyes on the ocean rather than her to avoid suspicion. Becca nodded and jumped off the stationary pontoon, the water cold and refreshing as she surfaced. Frankie shook his head in frustration and jumped in with her, keeping his distance but catching a few glimpses of her irritated scowl. “I didn’t do anything wrong, querida. I don’t get it.”

“You seemed awfully friendly with Miss Alabama or whatever. I’m sure she’s perfectly happy with you right now. Why don’t you go talk to her instead?” She spat, nudging her head back to the boat where the southern blonde from earlier sat, her eyes no doubt still searching for him. Frankie chuckled and swam closer to Becca, causing her to flush red from his proximity alone. Underneath the water, his hand brushed her leg as it moved to keep her in place. “What if–”

“They’re not looking.” He swam closer, inch by inch until his legs brushed against her. “Do you really think I want her? When I have you?”

“You don’t.” She countered with a raised eyebrow, swimming past him and over to the ladder of the pontoon, climbing up the steps until she was back on the boat. Frankie groaned in frustration and joined her, the two drying off on the deck before walking back over to their group in tense silence. Becca wore an irritated scowl as she looked at her mother. “How much longer are we out here?”

“I think we’re supposed to be heading back soon.” Her mother responded as Becca sat down between her and her father. “Why? Have a hot date?”

“I think I’m going to go out tonight,” she shrugged, not failing to notice Frankie’s head turning slightly towards her as he chatted with her uncle.

“Oh yeah? With who?” Her father asked, tone laced thick with overprotection.

“With myself.” She sassed with a smile. “I just need to get some air.”

“What, are we suffocating?” He asked with a sarcastic frown, making her chuckle and shake her head.

“No, but there’s only so much fun a girl can have with her parents near.”

“Okay, don’t need to know anything else about your ‘fun’.” He gagged.

“I don’t like you going out alone at night, you know that.” Her mother added, watching as Becca groaned.

“Mom, this is Ensenada. I highly doubt something will happen to me in wine country.” She groaned and reached for another beer, her mother grabbing it from her.

“Sam, will you go out with your cousin tonight?” Becca groaned and doubled over with her head in her hands at the sound of her mother’s overprotective nature.

“Fuck no.” His aunt glared at him. “Sorry, tia. I have plans…female plans.”

“Well, your teenage cousins surely can’t come along.” She groaned to her daughter. “Frankie, do you have plans?”

“I don’t.” He tried to sound burdened by the thought of accompanying Becca out on the town when in reality, it was all he craved.

“Well then, it’s settled. Can you just linger, watch over her, walk her to and from the bars to make sure she’s safe?”

“Mom!” Becca had come to her breaking point, desperately needing her mother to stop overstepping, especially when she was taking it upon herself to pair her with the person she most wanted to avoid for the night.

“He’s not going to cramp your style, he’s just going to–”

“Give your parents some peace of mind.” He interjected, bringing Becca’s eyes to his. “I’ll let you have your fun. I’m just there to make sure you get home safe.”

“Exactly!”

“Whatever, fine.” Becca sighed, hating the way that all it took for her to forget about her jealousy was one of those pleading looks from Frankie’s big brown eyes.

Frankie nodded, a small smile tugging on his lips as he turned back to his conversation with his friend, the two chatting about their busy careers, Joe in the restaurant business and Frankie apparently a pilot.

Becca tried to hide her smug grin over the fact that her mother unknowingly just arranged their very first date night, although, with the way Frankie refused to touch her last night she couldn’t imagine tonight ending much differently.

Good men and their stupid honor.

“Jesus, Bex. Leave a little to the imagination, will ya?” Her father groaned and averted his eyes dramatically from his daughters outfit—a black two piece set featuring a black bandeau crop top and an asymmetrical satin skirt that had a slit in it up her left thigh.

Becca rolled her eyes as she finished putting her earring in, her heels clicking on the tile as she walked into the kitchen for a shot of courage. Frankie was standing by the counter eating a bowl of cereal when she walked in, the sight of her dressed up nearly causing him to choke on his food. She tried to hide her smirk as she walked past him to the cupboard to grab a shot glass, his head slyly turning to check out her backside as she leaned up to reach for it.

“Pregaming with cereal?” She asked with a hint of amusement in her tone, Frankie’s lips curling up like a child that had just been caught.

“Take one for me,” he nodded towards the shot glass, watching Becca as she smiled and filled her glass with tequila.

“Ready to babysit tonight?” Sam walked in and caused Frankie’s eyes to turn back to his bowl of cereal, nodding nonchalantly. “I appreciate your service, man. The amount of times they forced me into chaperoning…never again.”

“I don’t think babysitters are supposed to get black-out drunk.” She challenged with an eyebrow raise pointed at her cousin. “Maybe you need a babysitter.”

“Maybe, but guess what? My dad sees me as a grown man. You’re still a little baby to yours.” He snarked, Becca’s eyes rolling as she tried not to think too hard about Frankie being right next to her, hearing the same insults she was.

“Don’t you have a date to get to?” Frankie stepped in, nodding his chin at her cousin. Sam looked down at his watch and muttered a “shit” before rushing out of the house.

“Thank you,” she whispered, not meeting his eyes as she lifted her drink to her lips, downing it without preamble. “Alright, ready to go?”

“Yeah, let me grab my wallet.” He walked off into the home while Becca wandered into the living room to wait for him.

“Don’t give him too hard of a time,” Becca’s father ordered as he stood up and turned off the TV, walking up the stairs and heading off to bed. She rolled her eyes at his order but mumbled a half-hearted goodnight his way.

“Alright,” Frankie came back with a smile, gesturing for the door. “Ladies first.”

“Thank you, kind sir.” She curtsied for him and chuckled as he opened the door and allowed her to walk out first.

Though they remained distant as they walked to the car, both of them couldn’t help but feel like they were heading out on a date, their hearts and heads buzzing with adrenaline. Once seated in the passenger seat, Becca shot a grin his way, earning a chuckle from Frankie and a shake of his head as he started the engine. When he put his hand on the shoulder of her seat and turned around to back the car out of the driveway, Becca slid her hand over to his thigh, fingertips drawing circles against the denim of his jeans.

“Not mad at me anymore, then?” He asked with a half smirk as they drove off into the city, his hand that was on her seat now coming to rest on top of hers on his thigh. The simple contact felt electrifying and all consuming, a chuckle leaving her lips as she began to feel like she was living out some scandalous and forbidden romance, and in fairness, she was. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, querida…I can’t stop.”

“What exactly have you been thinking about?” She turned her hand around in his, their palms touching as they intertwined their fingers.

“Lots of things…getting you alone.” He glanced over at her and watched as her olive cheeks turned pink.

“Well…here I am.” She offered with a timid smile and shrug of her shoulders, earning a laugh. “Or are you still too scared to touch me since I’m a ‘virgin.’”

“I’m not too scared to touch you,” he chuckled and lifted his hand that had been holding hers to her chin, giving it a living pinch. “I’m touching you right now.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” She removed his hand from her chin and placed it under the hem of her skirt, his fingertips grazing the lace of her thong. Frankie’s lips parted as he tried to balance keeping his eyes on her and on the road at the same time. “This is what I mean.”

“Cariño, don’t you want it to be special?” She shook her head and leaned over to touch his thigh, the muscle tensing beneath her fingertips. “You really want it to be in the backseat of my car?”

“Virginity is a construct,” she whispered as she leaned over the center console, kissing his pulse. Frankie veered a bit before correcting the car, Becca chuckling at her effect on him as she tilted her chin up to whisper in his ear. “Pull over.”

“Yeah.” He nodded and turned down the road to drive down to the beach, parking his car in a darkened spot by the shore. With a nervous grin he turned to her, taking a breath. “Are you sure? About this…about me?”

“Frankie…” She sighed in frustration and tried to think of a way to shoo the worry out of his mind. Biting her lip, she slid his hand higher, Frankie allowing her to slide his hand down into her dampened thong, his lips parting at the feeling of her wetness. “I’m sure.”

“Hold on, let’s—here,” Frankie climbed back to the backseat of his SUV, Becca chuckling at his struggle as he finally managed to squeeze through. When he finally landed in the back seat, he reached to lay the seat flat, grabbing a blanket he kept in the trunk and laying it over the carpet. “There, that’s a little better.”

“Frankie, I would’ve let you fuck me against the hood.” She spoke softly with a smile, still sitting in her seat, looking back at him. Frankie felt his stomach flutter and length begin to stiffen with need as he listened to her detail her desire for him, unsure of how he lucked out on such a beautiful gift. Not a moment too soon, Becca climbed into the back, a bit more graceful than he had been, kneeling with him in the flattened bed of the SUV. She reached up and touched his face, memorizing every bit of him in the dark moonlit car. “I’d let you do anything to me. Anywhere.”

“Do you know how much I like you, Becca? It’s been, what, three days? But…you’re the sweetest, funniest, coolest person I’ve ever met. I don’t want this to end when we go back home. I want to…you know…date you.” Frankie confessed in a whisper, holding her hips and waist as they sat kneeling together, trying to make out each other’s features in the darkness. Becca couldn’t believe it—of course she knew they had something special, but for him to want to date her for real? What god did she need to thank for turning her dreams to reality?

“I’d really like that, baby.” She tried out a new pet name, needing something that felt intimate—something to prove they weren’t just friends.

Frankie liked the sound of it.

To be fair, he liked anything she did.

“How do you want me to touch you, querida? What have you wanted to try with me?” He asked, bringing his lips to her neck, whispering in her ear as he laid her back against the blanket. The moon shone directly through the window by her face, illuminating it as though it was something holy, and he swore it was.

“I’ve never had anything done to me. I’ve always been the one doing things.” She chuckled awkwardly as his hand spread out across her stomach, sliding over to her hip and staying there. “But…I’ve been thinking about your hands…”

“My hands?” He questioned in a chuckle, moving the hand resting on her hip up her side and back down. “What have you been thinking about me doing with them?”

“Your fingers are so long…and thick. I just…want to feel them inside me.” She bit her lip and he almost lost what little control he had, his lips parting as he huffed out in satisfaction of her answer.

“Tell me what feels good, okay? And what doesn’t.” He leaned down and kissed her again, softly, as though she was as delicate as a rose. With a nod, Becca felt Frankie’s hand slide down her outer thigh, his lips never leaving hers as he slipped underneath the thin material of her skirt. Her arms reached to cross over his shoulders as he laid half on his side, half on top of her. Becca’s breath hitched in her throat as his fingers slid up to her pantyline, deciding to run over the fabric rather than underneath it. “If you want to stop, tell me. Okay? Want to hear you…”

“Okay,” she breathed out in a needy whimper, knowing that there’d be no need for all that given her burning desire, but also knowing that he wouldn’t continue unless she agreed. His index finger slowly slid down her clothed slit, circling her swollen bud through the lace before sliding down further. She bucked against his hand to earn more pressure, but Frankie only cooed at her and withdrew his hand.

“C’mon, baby. Don’t you want to build it up a little?” He purred at her, lips speaking against hers. When Becca shook her head, he chuckled, kissing her cheek and ear before moving to her neck. “I think you do.”

“Please…just touch me again.” She begged, and Frankie was weak enough to give in immediately. He brought his fingers back to her, this time sliding up her slit, her grasp on his hair tightening as she held his face to her neck. It felt like dying in the dreamiest and most sinful ways imaginable, his fingers dancing round and round over her throbbing clit, his lips and teeth attacking her sensitive pulse. “That feels good…really good…I-I’m close…”

“You are?” He chuckled and continued exactly what he had been doing, only now wearing a proud grin while he did it. He knew she wasn’t lying—between the damp lace, pulsing clit, and clenching of her walls, she was indeed definitely close. He’d just never been able to do it this quickly before. “Such a good girl…cumming for me already.”

“God, yes, I’m….fuck,” she tensed under his weight, vision turning into speckled stars against a dark background as she came for him for the first time ever. “It feels so good…does it always feel so good?”

“With me it will,” he promised as a joke, but she knew it was the gods honest truth. Her hands pulled his face from her neck and brought his lips down to hers, her tongue slipping into his mouth as she thanked him for simply existing. “Ready for more, querida?”

“I want to make you feel good, too.” She whispered, shy now that she was bathed in the afterglow of her climax. Frankie pet her cheek and sighed, chuckling before pecking her lips. “What?”

“You’re always so worried about making me feel good, too. It’s…sweet.” He danced around the way it really made him feel—like his heart would get up and leap right out of his chest, straight into her palm. “How about…you sit on my face? Let me taste you while you taste me? Would that be okay, cariño?”

“More than.” She chuckled, concealing both her mounting desire and nerves. She’d done this once before—a blowjob—but not in a while, and not with someone as apparently seasoned as Frankie. “Could you maybe…guide me a little?”

“Of course, baby.” He kissed her again before laying back, instructing her to take off her panties and hike her skirt up before sitting down on his tongue. Becca’s knees were on either side of his head as she hesitantly lowered herself down against his ready mouth, her breathing shaky as she did. His hand reached up to hold her thighs, pulling her down a bit more so that she was flush against him, a gasp leaving her lips at the feeling of his tongue as it flattened against her throbbing bud.

“Oh my god,” she sat there for a moment, frozen as he lapped at her, allowing herself to become accustomed to the mind-boggling pleasure of his having his mouth on her. “No wonder people are whores…”

Frankie couldn’t help but laugh, and his cock couldn’t help but twitch with adoration for the woman on top of him. It was as emotional as it was physical, his desire for her. Becca must’ve realized he was aching, because not a moment too soon, she was palming him through his jeans. Her fingers traced the outline of his thick bulge with a lick of her lips. The pleasure he was bringing her only made her want to try that much harder to do the same, so with his jeans undone and zipper lowered, she pulled his cock out from its confines and pumped it with her hand.

“Fuck, baby…” He moaned against her, his cock twitching as she simply held him at his base. He was worried he’d finish before they could really start, the knot inside his stomach already so tight it could snap at any minute. “Might have to go slow with me, querida.”

“Or I might not.” She grinned and leaned over his body, wrapping her lips around the tip of his already leaking cock, Frankie moaning against her clit as he sucked it, forcing her to join him in harmony. “Fuck, Frankie…that feels…I can’t even…fuck—speak.”

“Cum with me, baby.” He felt himself about to explode as she continued taking him shallowly in and out of her mouth, pumping what she couldn’t reach with her hand. Becca’s thighs trembled as she began to slip into another bit of ecstasy, humming on his length as her climax hit her like a train. “Fuck, yes…I can feel you…baby…I’m gonna—where—oh fuck!”

Becca took his release in her mouth without second thought. He tasted better than her exes, almost fruity rather than salty and bitter. She felt like a true sinner as she swallowed him with pleasure, her mind still spinning from her own release. Frankie almost threw her off him in a desperate bid to kiss her, having to get up and climb over her to do so.

“You’re an angel,” he breathed out before kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her, and her doing the same. Becca wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed him closer to her center, Frankie moaning at the feeling of his spent cock flush with her wetness. “Baby, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but that may be all I can give you for a couple hours.”

“Old man,” she teased with a smile, not actually caring too much about their lack of penetration given the two mind-blowing orgasms he’d already given her. “That was incredible, baby. Seriously, I…I’m so happy. When it’s just you and me…I’m so much happier than I normally am.”

“I know. I wish…we could just be like this the entire time.” He laid down on top of her, his weight and warmth feeling like a much needed grounding force. “I don’t know why your family treats you the way they do, but…please know, I’m never going to treat you like that.”

“They’re never going to change. I just need to get away and become my own woman, not care so much about what they think of their little girl.” She vented in a tone hardly above a creak. Frankie kissed the skin of her chest where he laid his head, opening his lips to speak before two headlights shone into the car. He gasped and thanked god that the two of them were still almost fully dressed as the car drove past, his broad body trying to shield her from view until the intruder left.

“We should go before a cop shows up.” He kissed her sweetly and stroked her face before sitting up and climbing out of the car through the door this time, stretching before holding his hand out and helping her out, her heels clicking on the concrete of the empty parking lot as she fixed her skirt. “Isn’t that bar we met at just up the way here?”

“Yeah.” She nodded and gestured up at the stairs leading to the boardwalk. “Wanna get a drink before you have me home by curfew?”

“A drink sounds nice.” He smiled and pulled her into his side before walking around the car to grab his keys and lock it up.

The scene was dead as they walked up the boardwalk, Becca’s arm hugging Frankie’s waist tightly as they took in the moonlight and loud music blasting from the street-vendors. She wore his black bomber jacket over her shoulders, the breeze from the ocean extra chilly against her already fever-hot skin.

“Okay, you’re on a desert island—“

“Oh, no.” She groaned and chuckled, Frankie leaning down and kissing the top of her head before shushing her.

“Desert island. Three albums. Go.”

“Alright, no judging!” She pointed her finger at him as she stopped them in the middle of the empty boardwalk, standing in front of him, their hands intertwining as they watched each other think. “Okay…The White Album,” Frankie smiled in approval and nodded, “The Goodfellas soundtrack,” he tilted his head in surprise, making her roll her eyes and chuckle. “And don’t hate me for this but…the Shrek 2 soundtrack. On repeat.”

“Shrek 2?” He asked, watching as she nodded and snorted with laughter. He laughed along and pulled her closer with his hands still locked with hers, her head resting against his chest as they laughed. “Was expecting something a little more…you know what? You’re right. It’s a great soundtrack. I don’t know why I’m fighting it.”

“Exactly, thank you.” She pulled back and let go of his hands so that she could reach up for his face, grin soft as she admired him. “Your turn.”

“I’m distracted,” he mumbled as he dipped his head down, eyes locked on her smiling lips. “You’re distracting.”

“Am I?” She whispered as she slanted her mouth against his, both of them smiling into the kiss like two lovesick children.

“Bex?!” Both of them froze and felt a cold chill cover them as they stood kissing, her cousin’s voice sounding from somewhere behind them. Slowly, they pulled apart and turned to Sam with guilty looks, his jaw dropped as he looked from his cousin to Frankie. “Oh…shit.”

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get to know me tag

I was tagged by @morrigan-sims. Thank you so much for the tag! ♥️

I'll put mine under the cut too cause I'm particularly chatty today

show your wallpaper and the last song you listened to.

For me this requires a photo! As I have my external display and my mac display and they're different. So, have a workspace reveal!

Last song is Your Love by One True God & Roniit

currently reading?

Nevernight by Jay Kristoff... but barely. I've been moving it from room to room with the intention of curling up with it but then I render or write instead. Oops.

last movie?

Don't laugh (ok you can laugh) but it was the second Austin Powers movie. My husband's never seen them all the way through and they're on Netflix only until June 30th. Don't judge us too hard lmfao

last show?

The Queen's Gambit. I watched it when it was released, but hubby didn't.

craving?

The New Orleanian in me is craving this one cocktail served at my favorite restaurant. The restaurant closed down for covid and reopened literally only a few weeks ago but it looks like that cocktail isn't on their menu anymore. Afaik I think it was vodka and raspberry jam??? Phenomenal. It was called the Little Red Dog. We're going to that restaurant tomorrow and I'm praying if I ask for it they can make it but I don't have my hopes up.

what are you wearing right now?

Sweatpant material shorts I stole from my dad one weekend years ago and a shirt from The Strand bookstore in NYC. (Work pajama outfit lmfao)

how tall are you?

My ID says 5'2" but I think that's bullshit. An even 5'. Would've been shorter but I had my scoliosis corrected at 12 (I'm a terminator, baybeee) & I gained 2 inches from the surgery.

piercings?

2 holes in each lobe, 1 nose ring, and a closed up lip piercing I wish I still had but not enough to get it re-opened. I hope to get several more.

tattoos?

Two so far, a semicolon on the back of my neck (gotten before the semicolon tattoo movement) & a paper crane on my right wrist in memory of my late best friend. I want to get several more and have been actively ignoring the itch because my big wedding ceremony is in October... but after 👀 I think I was a big crow on my back/across one shoulder. And a few other small ones I've been thinking about. I've also always wanted bats behind my ear so maybe that too.

glasses or contacts?

Glasses! I'd love to wear contact but, fun trivia for your Friday, did you know that taking birth control longterm literally changes the shape of your corneas? I didn't either. But I'm pretty sure that happened to me and now I can't wear contacts without extreme discomfort. So, glasses for me.

last thing you ate?

Sliced mango and pomegranate seeds (:

favorite color?

Red, black, dark blues.

current obsession?

My current and forever obsession is Vignettes, the story my bestie and I are writing together. It's wild how this one storyline has become my entire personality, and I'm not at all mad about it.

any pets?

One sweet sweet little fur-son named Loki!

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favorite fictional character?

This is such a hard question for me to answer cause I have wildly fluctuating obsessions and right now I'm most obsessed with my own fictional characters, but. Kaz Brekker will always have a place in my heart. I loved him from his very first appearance in Six of Crows. Same for Nikolai Lantsov in Shadow & Bone. I loved Alina for the longest time too but I think her depiction in the show soured me on her a bit, idk. I have a lot of strong feelings about the Netflix adaptation I could write a whole dissertation on. I've also held the Abhorsen series (& Sabriel) close to my heart since I read it literally in middle school. I re-bought Sabriel a while ago and need to read it again.

last place you traveled?

I don't remember for sure if our most recent trip was to Houston when we got engaged or to North Carolina for my husband's best friend's wedding. Either way, it's been too long since we traveled and I need to go somewhere stat! haha

I'm tagging @buttertrait, @angelgnomeisdeadrip, @druidberries, @simlishpiadina, @kotpicard, @leafbatraccoon, @raiiny-bay, @chaoticsimlish, @omgkayplays & anyone else who wants to do this! Feel free to say I tagged you!

#get to know me tag #replies #nonsims

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kayleigh-83 · 5 months

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20,25, and 48 for the ask game!

Thanks for the asks!

20. do you say soda or pop?

We say pop around these parts!

25. perfume/body spray or lotion?

Perfume, I'm bad at actually putting on body lotion and usually just do it in the evening after a shower if at all, not as like a substitute for perfume.

48. when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

I was told I once grabbed a can of my dad's beer and managed a sip while I was still a toddler so technically then? LOL the funnier story is when I was 12 and having a sleepover at a friend's house, three of us stole one mike's hard lemonade from her parent's fridge (extremely sweet lemonade flavoured vodka cooler for those unfamiliar) and between the three of us could only manage half of it, it tasted waaayy too strong to us. her mom found it half finished and a little mouldy in the back of her closet, a few months later LOL... now that I'm older and used to the taste of alcohol, this is the most hilarious drink to not be able to finish because it tasted too boozy - it's one of the most sugary coolers you can buy and now I can't even taste the liquor in it.

#ask game #ask meme answers

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xluciferseyeshadowx · 1 month

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Childhood stories ♥️

So when I tell people that are not from texas abt my childhood they freak out.

So as it Happens, I had a band of friends. Not a group. A band. Like a band of criminals. It was me, my twin sister, two girl named Maddie and Marley and two boy named Kane and Levi. We would run around having fucking gang wars and Terri zing people.

Some stories from that time in my life. One time, when I was obsessed with Pokémon, I had a picatchu plush I carried with me everywhere. One day, Maddie stole it. We took sides, it was me, Marley and Levi against her, my twin and Kane. Sibling on sibling rivalry. I ended up having a broken arm after slashing tires. I was 8 years old.

one time, Marley told me my dogs was ugly. I kicked her in the stomach and her dad rushed out of the house and started throwing shoes at me. He called me every slur imaginable.

One time, my mom was friends with a guy that lived across the street from us. He ended up getting a lil drunk and shooting up the neighbor hood. I slept through the entire thing. When I woke up, me and my friends decided to leave death threats on his door way.

one time, I had a lemonade stand competition with Kane. I ended up sabatoging his lemonade and putting vodka in it. His dad beat his ass in front of the entire neighborhood, and I never owned up to it.

lastly, I significantly remember getting jumped by two boys who hated me on Halloween, they broke my friends inhaler and nearly broke my nose. They fucked up my costume too. So after I went to back to school and saw them on the bus, I implied I had cursed them. I was an atheist, so they thought that I worshipped the devil or something. They ended up profoundly apologetic.

Anyways, enjoy those, @velvette3

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kaaamiya · 9 months

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oh oh here is an another headcanon about my 🤲🏼 lovely 🫶🏼 foxes

again ! written by polyxene ! (sweetheart 🦶🏼 i love you) check out her tumblr, tiktok, and instagram

and again translated by me 👩🏻‍🦯

the truth or dare game with the foxes is just simply fucked-up, and what did you expect actually ??

— once kevin pierced his fucking ear as a dare

— neil stood on his hands as a dare

— andrew spoke in a prissy and very stereotypical gay’s voice the whole day as a dare

— the foxes are still in awe

— GIRLL 💅🏼

— AS A TRUTH, KEVINS DID THE MOST AWKWARD COMING-OUT EVER

— yes, i really like jeremy knox

— aw— with coming-out?

— what? oh fuck…

— well, what can i do…

— AARON SIGNED UP ON A GAY DATING SITE AS A DARE

— FOR THE FIRST HOUR HE GOT ABOUT SEVENTY-SEVEN?? HeartS??

— andrew snorted very poshly

— yes, neil stood in his pants on the rooftop of the dorm and yelled, “HAPPY PRADE MONTH” as a dare

— andrew was oddly moved…

— blindfolded, renee threw knives straight to the point

— she hit in 10. with every. knife.

— allison was oddly turned on…..

— nicky— no, no, guys, we skip it

— let’s stay on the fact that, as it turns out, there is a pole in eden’s twilight..

— yeah that’s enough

— kevin put on a leather sexy suit as a dare

— where is it in the dorm at all?

— never mind

— everyone was oddly blushed…

— …

— allison bought a yacht, shopping center (yes), and thousand hundred and thirty-four packages of fart pillows as a dare. yes.

— matt got a tattoo…

— matt danced striptease with nicky as well

— matt told about one of his dad’s private party as a truth

— …better not

— HE GAVE DAN A LAP DANCE—-

— dan? she drank vodka from allison’s boobs

— i envy

— yes, i know you too

— who should i do the same with?…

— dan gave nicky and matt a striptease lesson

— NEIL STOLE THE KEYS TO SOCCER STADIUM AND BROKE INTO IT AS A DARE

— ????

— yep

— as a dare, andrew and neil went out of the room for half an hour and back… well, you know how they went back

— renee did a push-up with aaron on her back—-

— allison was turned on openly

— bloody fucking hell me too

— for one month andrew wore a gothic makeup as a dare

— neil— was— oddly

— well, no

— KEVIN SAID JEREMY THAT HE IS IN LOVE WITH HIM AS A DARE

— it was kind of pathetic

— JEREMY was, OBVIOUSLY, moved…

— aaron DID A FUCKING BACKFLIP

— HOW THE FUCK HE COULD

— EVERYONE WAS IN AWE

— matt also did push-ups with neil on his back

— then dan went out of the room with him for thirty minutes too

— they didn’t back

— lol

— WELL, but when ANDREW did push-ups with neil on his back AS a dare

— NEIL WAS OBVIOUS

— matt sang a rap song, and he was really fucking good

— allison twerked

— nicky— no, no, i do not say—

— as a dare, dan had to kiss neil’s cheek, but eventually, ALL GIRLS GAVE HIM A PECK

— when everyone moved away from neil, andrew gave him a peck

— 🥺🥺🥺

— matt squatted with neil on his shoulders….

— AARON DID A CARTWHEEL, WHAT THE FUCK AARON

— FOXES BROKE INTO THE CINEMA TOGETHER AS A SOME UNKNOWN DARE

#I SWEAR I TRANSLATED IT FOR AARON WHO DID A BACKFLIP #headcanon #all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #andreil #neil josten

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jaytmann2 · 4 days

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How I discovered sex True story, part 44.

After the school holidays things started to look up. It was the end of September and one of the girls I was friends with asked me out, I had my first girlfriend!!!!! Renee was cute, dark hair down past her shoulders, dark eyes, naturally pretty face with a slim thin body, cute little butt and boobs about a handful big.

Everything was pretty tame between us, lots of kissing, occasionally with tongue, she would let me touch her butt now and then but not much else. I was horny as fuck!!!!!!

We got invited to a friend's birthday party on Saturday night. One of our friends stole some vodka from his dad so we had a couple of drinks. Renee got a little horny and let me feel her little tits under her top and I put my hand in her jeans and gently rubbed her pussy thru her underwear. I could tell it made her wet.

She pulled my cock out and gave me a quick hand job, it was clear the size of my cock scared her.

The next week at school she had told a couple of her friends about the size of my cock and before too long there was a rumour going around that I was packing some serious dick. I of course didn't mind the rumour but Renee was visibly upset and I was the one who coped her bad moods.

One afternoon on the bus on my way home one of the girls in the next year level up sat next to me, after a few mins she said "hi I'm Stephie, you're Jay right?" I was yes I was and another short awkward silence she said "so is it true?" I said "is what true?" She said "that you have a big one?" I said a big what?" Obviously playing dumb and enjoying the moment, said says "your penis!" I said "oh, I don't know, maybe I guess" as she looked at my crotch which I was showing a decent bludge. After I got off the bus she followed as I knew she didn't live far from me.

She ran towards me and asked if she could walk with me, I just shrugged my shoulders as Stephie started walking beside me. After a few minutes we had to cut thru a small tree deserve, half way thru she asked "can I see your penis please?" I asked "why do you want to see my dick for?" She just said "I want to know if it's true?"

I said I had a girlfriend but she said "i only want to look" so we stopped and she said "Well can I see it?" I thought about it for a moment and thought it can't hurt if no one knows. I told her she can't tell anyone, she nodded so I undid my school pants as they dropped to the ground and I pulled my cock out of my underwear and she just stared and my cock started getting hard till I was standing there with a hardon and I said "do I get to see yours?

She didn't say a word just lifted her skirt with one hand and pulled the front of her white panties down with her other hand and showed me her pussy which was covered in fine light brown pubic hair. I then knew I preferred smooth hairless pussies. She pulled her panties up and let her skirt down as I put my cock away and pulled my pants up as we kept walking home, she turned up her street as I headed home to jerk off like mad.

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the-little-fox-in-the-box · 5 months

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Reblogged stuff from '#abuse survivor' tag while my mother is trying to kick my door down because she stole my money and bought vodka with it. I was supposed to keep this money for my dad to buy gas for work.

I have the pepper spray in my pocket just in case. I can hear the glass shattering and furniture breaking and doors slamming.

Gods, I'm so glad I installed a lock on my doors. I'd go outside if it wasn't so cold. But at least I'm safe here for now...

#personal #abuse survivor #tw abuse #I'm only mildly scared #I'm used to it

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katcriollo · 9 months

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how long if your criminal record?

let's see...

I started by stealing random shit at twelve years old

almost got to prison after I beat up a guy who tried raping one of my ex gfs

ended up in juvie for beating up that guy's friends, who were 3 little pussies

got out and immediately got in trouble again for stealing more shit

at 16 I stole a beer can, didn't like it

I stole a vodka bottle, liked it a bit more

stole a wine bottle, got drunk, tried driving my dad's car while drunk, injured 6 people in the process

killed a guy who tried to spike my drink

killed another guy who tried spiking my then boyfriend's drink

beat up one of my abusives ex parterns cause she tried to rape me

killed a girl by accident while trying to kill a guy who was abusive to that girl

killed the guy as well

and many more...

#if I mention it all this post will be longer than a dictionary #tw death mention #tw drinking #tw rape #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pokemon #pokemon rp #pokemon roleplay #rotomblr #real pokemon #rotumblr

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 9 months

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☔ Raven

🌟 Malou

🍺 Evan

🌜 Willow

💃 Adrian

🐁 Dalton

📙 Andy

Thank you very much :D I'll do something I haven't done in quite a while, let them answer in person:

For a heavy, emotional secret. Raven: *Sighs heavily* Some men blood related to me, and not far down the blood line, abused me for many years. I had a sort of *hesitates* amnesia, it uh... I didn't remember till one of the perpetrators told me a while back. I wish I was still oblivious. I'm honestly not coping quite as well as I make it seem.

For a secret wish or desire of theirs Malou: *Chuckles awkwardly* well... *chuckles again* last year someone returned to my life. Someone I've been in love with since we were.... kids. Uhm yeah, he's a bit of a mess, and not good at answering on Facebook, but... he's both my secret wish, and desire.

For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about Evan: *Chuckles deeply* once Andy, Daniel and I stole my dads brand new very expensive bottle of Vodka, drank it all, got really wasted, wanted to go to a party, but we didn't have money for neither more booze, nor cigarettes, so I called my brother Alex, asking if we could sell him a bottle of Vodka cause we bought the wrong alcohol, but already opened the bottle, so couldn't return it, however he could get it half price. He said yes *chuckles again* so we filled the empty bottle with water, and sold it to him. We got our booze and cigarettes, but I also paid later with a very large bruise on my upper arm after Alex found out he paid almost 70 bucks for water*chuckles*

For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about Willow: *Snorts* I'm a pretty open book to be fair, so I dunno if there's anything I do that no one knows of? Well maybe there is, but not like it's because I keep it as a secret, maybe more the fact that I live alone, and I suppose I do stuff in my own home all the time that no one witnesses? Hm.... I eat Tabasco on wine gums when I watch pro wrestling, I dunno if that's considered a weird habit? Anyway, *shrugs* no one knows abut this cause I watch wrestling alone, since I don't know anyone who wants to watch it with me. Wusses *laughs loud and hoarsely*

For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others Adrian: *Annoyed sigh* I have 3 talents... 4.... which I don't really share with people, unless they are really close to me. It's not secrets, it's just... *shrugs*.... private. I'm private. I paint and draw, I play guitar, I sing, and I cook. All 4 fairly well. But I keep it mostly to myself, cause if others know, it always leads to some sort of social escapade, such as 'sing for me!'. *Frowns*

For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc) Dalton: Uhm *chuckles deeply* that's kinda sort of embarrassing *cheeky grin*... I'd rather not tell *chuckles more shyly* I have this lock of Malou's hair, I keep in my wallet, to always have a part of her with me, wherever I go when she can't join me. It sort of grounds me in a sense.

For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!) Andy: *Cheeky hoarse chuckle* Who says I have a secret diary? I mean I have *chuckles cheekily* but who said it? *Cheeky smirk* ......... you're serious? *Chuckles more awkward this time, then reaches under his bed, dragging out a small dark brown leather bound journal, flipping a bit through it* .... alright *short chuckle* this is so fucking cringe man, I don't exactly expect someone to fucking read this yanno? *Chuckle* Uhm... okay... so this I wrote a while ago, but like within this month I think, there's not a date on everything... uhm yeah... *Starts reading the entry*

We learned to kiss silently Reaching into old fears Swallowed by this convenient illusion Selling canned dreams to bystanders And after all this pain After the smog clears You're still my favorite colors.

#ask answer #Raven McKinney #Brandubh McKinney #Malou Jensen #Evan Thompson #Willow Amalthea Shaw-Cullman #Willow #Adrian Blackwood #Dalton Red #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Andycorn

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ofbluesandyellows · 1 year

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Four: Jitterbug Love - Eddie Munson/Reader

Warning: drinking

Word count: 3,537

Previous chapter

Steve honked two times then waited a second for another honk, the secret code to let you know it was him. You had sat in front of the mirror for a good hour, checking if your hair was right, if your makeup was okay, if your clothes matched with the above.

Steve’s face grew red when you neared the car. He was leaning on the door, arms crossed, his jeans were tight and his hair was extra fluffy.

“What?” you asked, already thinking there was something wrong with you.

“Nothing… just… you look nice.”

“I’m going to take that mostly as a compliment, although the way you said isn’t pretty convincing.”

“It’s a compliment!” Steve yelled, he rolled his eyes and opened the door for you, “just, let’s not fight,”

“Thanks, I was just saying.”

“Me too, but you don’t know how to take compliments.” He closed the door on his side, ready to start the car.

“Whatever, just hurry we still need to get Robin.”

“Right,”

“You look good too.” Steve’s whole demeanor changed, squaring his shoulders, chin up.

“Well, thanks, I put extra spray on and apparently it’s paying off.” He smiled.

You hid a smirk, but Steve was already over explaining to you how he expected to see Nancy at the party and if things went as planned he could finally talk to her and free himself from the Wheeler curse. As he called it.

Robin handed them each a tiny bottle when she got in the car.

“Hello my people! These are vodka shots that I stole from my dad’s hidden spot. Because it’s a special occasion I suggest we make a toast.”

You and Steve traded looks, you shrugged.

“For new beginnings.” Robin started, looking at Steve and you.

“For old-new besties.” you said, smiling.

“Geez, y/n not that again… but yeah for us three.”

“Wait—we are the three musketeers!” You squealed, “Come on now Steve, that is the perfect nickname.”

“I actually like it!” stated Robin, already sipping her shot. She grimaced as if she had squeezed a lemon in her mouth.

Steve seemed to consider it, “Ok, but I’ll be Athos.”

You snorted, “dude at best you are Porthos, Robin is—“

“Aramis, I am Aramis and Y/n is Athos. Now let’s go. I should be back home first thing in the morning, eh Steve?!”

The boy at your side shook his head, “I need more male friends, you two don’t appreciate me enough.”

“Cheers!” Robin said and the three musketeers drank their tiny bottles of vodka.

“Shit!” you blurted, scrunching your nose.

“Fuck!” Steve half choked.

“Damn!” Robin was smiling, her cheeks already red.

The driveway lasted almost twenty minutes, Steve had made the wrong turn twice, because he didn’t want to hear Robin’s instructions. You in the meantime tried to picture how you could approach Eddie, you had no idea if he was actually going to show up as Steve said but you liked to believe he would, with his black ripped jeans and those chunky rings you had found yourself liking a lot. Along with his hair and his eyes, those were aspects of the boy you tried to avoid because it would send you into a loop of thoughts you were not willing to dive in, not at the moment though, maybe later.

Steve walked ahead once he found somewhere to park the car, he looked over his shoulder a few times to check if you and Robin were following him. Robin on her side was already a tad tipsy, she was extra chatty and extra loud, on the other hand you were fully alert, with clammy hands and dried throat.

“You’ll be fine, you just need to enjoy the party, I’ll talk to Munson if we get to find him and… we get the hell out of here.” Steve rubbed his palms together, “trust me, I’ve been wingman before.”

Maybe it was in the way Steve moved, how he was grinning and how oblivious he was about the whole situation, that made you believe him, fully.

“Right, okay yes. You are right, we’ll let you know if we see him first.” You nudged Robin, her eyes dancing around the colorful lights shining inside the house.

“Yup, what she said.”

“We lost one soldier and we haven’t even entered the war zone.” you said.

Steve nodded, “Let's rock and roll, musketeers.”

“That phrase didn’t sound as good as you thought it would, but yeah, let’s go.”

★★★

Of course Harrington was the first one to disappear, people already greeting him, he gave high-fives to everyone. Robin held onto you for dear life, she also smiled and waved to the others. Every time you turned to check on her she had a new cup of punch in her hand, the one you always placed somewhere in the house. You were determined to find the one guy you came for, however the nervousness was brewing slowly but surely in your insides.

“Chrissy is there.” Robin pointed, drinking from a cup.

“Where do you keep getting these! You shouldn’t be accepting them, Robin.” You took it from her grasp.

She made puppy eyes and a pout but you ignored her, your eyes on Chrissy and her pretty hair and her big blue eyes and her sparkly dress. You felt plain compared to her, no idea why you were comparing yourself at that moment when the whole scene was absurd, you holding a half-drank cup of punch, Robin grabbing your left hand and her other playing with her suspenders, both surrounded by drunk teens as some disco music playing in the background.

You were not going to lie, that was the best party you’ve seen in Hawkins, there was actual food and an equal amount of drinks, this was not a common party, this belonged to someone older, you didn’t make the effort to know who but you were thankful to find some sandwiches and baby carrots to feed Robin with, whatever to stop her from getting drunker.

The spot you found where to sit was in the backyard, a cool breeze made you and Robin sigh from time to time, you could see the entrance of the house and still have an eye on Chrissy. The worst part of it all was that she seemed nice, too nice and too cool and too perfect. Of course half Hawkins was looking at her, and that was why you noticed she was actually waiting for someone else, because she didn’t pay much attention to the other boys and girls, yes she was kind and polite but her eyes kept moving everywhere as if she was looking for someone.

And you knew how she felt, you could feel that same sensation of yearning whenever someone came through the hallway, but all that only got confirmed when you two exchanged a look and as soon as that happened, as if a reflector had fallen on him your heads turned to the door. His grin big, nodding to some guys, you saw Jeff and Gareth at his side, beer got handed and your heart started pounding, faster and faster as he got closer.

Like he had been guided outside by a strange force, as if he knew where to go all along. Robin smacked you on the arm, her eyes found yours and she stared and you nodded and she moved her lips like fish did when out of the water. It started slowly, the butterflies awaking, the skin of your arms forming goosebumps, the acuteness of your sight on him and his gestures. His reeboks stepped on the grass, his dark eyes scanned the scene and you waited, and he passed through you.

His lips turned upwards, eyes sparkling, fingers fidgeting with his hair and beer bottle, yet that smile, and that sudden brightness in him was for Chrissy, he was watching her from across the crowd, and you sat there, staring. Robin let out a low ‘oh’ immediately grabbing your hand, lightly squeezing it to get your attention back to her.

“It’s fine, he just hasn’t seen you.”

“He did, Robin. But whatever, let’s get Steve.”

You were the one that dragged her back inside, Jeff was the one that saw you first, he waved and you smiled, not stopping to say hi. The last time you saw Eddie he was approaching Chrissy. Your stomach dropped.

Crossing between people kissing and groups smoking weed, Robin stopped you.

“We should divide, it’ll be faster.”

“Yeah, ok. Sounds reasonable, but no more drinks okay?”

Robin nodded, “of course, this is a serious matter.”

“Cool, see you here in a few, as you were, soldier.” Robin smirked that drunken smile with droopy eyes. She saluted you and disappeared upstairs.

The rainbow-like lights hit you a few times before you decided to move, checking the living room first, but there was no sight of Steve, you asked a guy you saw chatting with him when you got there and he said he saw him following a girl upstairs. You didn’t want to know more.

Still, that was not good news, that boy needed to learn how to be alone for a few weeks, the girl probably was nice and all but Steve deserved a break and someone who appreciated his annoying ass for who he actually was.

You had to swallow down a cup—of you didn’t know what— to keep you from leaving everything and go home, the mission was talking to Eddie but—you looked at him through the glass windows, Chrissy and him had finally found a bit of a dark corner to chat, he smiled and chuckled to whatever she was saying, their bodies too close for your liking, you grabbed another cup and chewed the rim. Tears burned in your eyes but why were you still watching them, it was one of those masochistic things you often did, like coming back to Hawkins when you knew there was not much to do. Going back was a mistake you were sure of.

“Hey!” Steve almost squashed you to the window he had been running. Robin clashed against his back causing Steve to crash on you, the drink smashing between the two. Your shoes got covered in pinkish liquid just like Steve’s shirt.

“Shit!” you and him squealed.

“Robin, what the hell?” He tried to dry the fabric without success.

“Ups, sorry guys, these floors are a bit slippery.” Clearly drunk, you and Steve just watched Robin wobble slightly.

“Keep an eye on her while I go talk to Munson. Where is he?”

“Over there with… Chrissy.” Your hand found Robin’s.

“Don’t move, I'll be right back.”

And so it happened Steve got cut short the moment he got out, girls mostly tried to catch his attention, to which he fake grinned, of course no one noticed because they were with the Steve Harrington, and you knew he was doing his best to try and get off those conversations. He kept throwing looks your way and you would only shrug not knowing what to do to help.

Robin and you looked through the window as if you were watching a film, waiting for a resolution of this issue but it only got crowded and louder out there, they wanted him to do the keg stand.

“Where the fuck did they get that keg? Was it there when we were outside?” You looked at Robin, she was laughing as Steve. “Dude,” you groaned.

“I have no idea but look, I think he is going to do it.” You turned and apparently the whole show had attracted people's attention including Eddie’s.

He approached the crowd and watched as everyone cheered for Steve to do it. You gasped and Robin got her face plastered on the chill surface of the window.

“Shit he is going to actually do it.” You muttered.

“Told you! Maybe this is part of his plan. We underestimated Porthos.”

Of course you underestimated Steve, he had his charm and his way of doing things. He got claimed for drinking from the keg, nothing you all haven’t seen before, what surprised you was how determined he seemed in accomplishing his mission, he had beer running down his neck but he moved around until he found Eddie. You pushed Robin’s face aside so you could see better, yet the crowd was scattering around not letting you see much. Steve’s hair stuck out from the other’s just as Eddie’s black hair did.

They were talking, but nothing seemed different, or intense or relevant to their reactions, just two dudes chatting while holding beers. Steve patted Eddie on the shoulder and Eddie nodded once, both going in opposite directions. Your chest felt so full of anxiousness you had to remind yourself to take big puffs of air to fill your lungs.

Steve met you by the window, but you couldn’t talk there, he leaned his head to the side for you to follow him, you three started to move back to his car. Robin had grabbed a final sandwich and you found a tiny bag of gummy bears. You were running to Steve’s car and once inside, Robin collapsed on the backseat. The ignition roared and the radio played whatever disco mix they put at night.

“So? What did you ask him?” you had no time to lose, if Steve was going to deliver bad news better be fast.

“Right to the point I see…” he waited at a red light, giving you a sharp glance with squinted eyes, examining your face, “good news or bad news first?”

“Bad.”

“He is totally bewitched by Chrissy, sorry y/n.”

“Ok, I guess we already knew that.” This was you trying to soften the emotional kick in the gut.

He moved on green light again, “good thing is that he has some kind of… feeling? Attraction? I really don’t know how to put it but when I asked about him meeting you at his show he beamed like an idiot.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, like when I do whenever someone brings Nance to the conversation.”

“You just called yourself an idiot?” you knitted your eyebrows together, still smiling.

“I— I guess I did but it was just to explain the reaction, you know the one.” He went and did the beam and the slow fluttery eyelashes. “That”

“That was more scary than beamy, the point is… you really think he feels something? Because what if he was high or drunk.”

“He wasn’t, I know when someone is, look at Robin do you think she is sober? Of course not, but she also has very little alcohol tolerance, it’s embarrassing I need to teach her how to handle her drinks.”

“I completely agree with that. It’s good that she hasn’t vomited… yet.”

“Don’t jinx it! I got the car washed this week.”

Steve’s place was so lonely it made you shiver, you couldn’t imagine how it would be living there alone. Because he was alone most of the time, your chest tightened thinking about Steve, all jolly and confident, popular in town but when he got home he had no one.

Robin practically passed out on the carpet in the living room. She would wake up from time to time to say random things like how much she liked being home with you and Steve, or how much she wished she could have a driver license to go get some burgers.

“So what do we do now, Steve? Eddie invited me to his next show.” you were following him like a lost poppy to the kitchen.

Steve gave you a once over, then started to take stuff out from his fridge. “I guess we can go. But to be honest with you y/n. This is going to be one hell of a mess, for you my friend. Eddie is unpredictable, trust me I know, and he could change his mind or meet another girl, which leaves you out of the equation, and before you say something mean to me, you know it’s true. I’m a guy, I know how his brain works, besides he is a rockstar or is on the way to become one.”

You sighed hopping on the counter, legs swinging as you watched your friend prepare sandwiches, you only pushed the button of the toaster when Steve gave you the signal.

“Then I should just forget about it? I thought you said we should try or find out what could happen.”

Steve put his hands on his hips, butter knife shining between his fingers, the look in his eyes made you want to cry, “I know what I said, but he really has this thing for the cheerleader and I wouldn’t want you leaving Hawkins with a broken heart.”

The nose did that tingly thing that announced tears. You looked up to the popcorn ceiling, but Steve was not stupid.

“No, no, don’t cry. I didn't say it to make you sad. Hey, come here.”

This was a side of Steve you were not used to, you weren’t even aware it existed. His arms hugged you from the waist and you let your head rest on his shoulder, now you were really crying.

“I just don’t know how to stop the feels, how do you even handle this Steve. With the Nancy and Jonathan thing, you are such a masochist.” Your words cracked as you let yourself be held by the one boy you never thought would be this nice.

His chest grumbled, with his humorless laugh, “I don’t handle anything, I just date everyone and hope that one day this shitty heart stops making turns when I see Nance.”

“That sucks ass.” You sniffed, looking at him. He gave you a tight lipped smile.

“It does, worst part is that you get used to it, but the pain you feel stays the same.”

Scrunching your nose you said, “that’s not helping me feel better.”

“Yeah well it’s the truth.”

He went back to the sandwiches, Robin appeared in the doorway a couple of minutes later. The pattern of the carpet mapped on the side of her face.

“Good nap?” you asked, jumping off the counter, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

“Eat that, Robin.” Steve slid a plate with a sandwich cut in half, triangular shaped. Robin shook her head. “Eat it! I won’t say it again.”

“Oh god you are just like my mom.” She sat down.

You snorted looking at Steve who just took a big breath in. “That’s why I don’t take you to parties Robin, you can’t even handle punch.”

“She had several cups of punch with the shot we did earlier of vodka and who knows what other stuff they put in that. Trust me I drank the pink shit and it was good but super sweet you can’t blame her.” You went to your friend's defense.

“Yeah you can’t blame me, Harrington. And you know I don’t usually drink, like we shouldn’t even be drinking because we are clearly too irresponsible.”

“You are too irresponsible and clearly don’t know how to drink.” Steve pointed, giving a bite to his sandwich.

“Ugh, you know I like y/n more than you, right? She understands me.”

“Now you are acting like a kid, Robin.”

“And you are being annoying.”

“Come on Robin, let’s eat peacefully, I need both of you now that my heart is mourning.” You tried to end the argument, they acted more like an old married couple than anyone.

“Fine,” She replied, eating. Steve just gave you an apologetic look. “Wait—why mourning? aren’t we supposed to see what the next step should be?”

“Nope, I’m throwing the towel, the Eddie thing isn’t going to happen so why make it more painful.” Your eyes were glued to your plate not daring to look at Robin, because you knew how she could be.

“But—what did Eddie say… Steve?”

From the corner of your eye Steve brushed his face with his hands. “He is really into this Chrissy girl, but I told y/n that he kind of beamed when I mentioned her meeting him after his show.”

“So that’s good,”

“Er, I don’t think so.”

“It is good, we can’t give up now that we at least have a hint. We can go to his upcoming show and do something, it’ll be fine.”

“Robin—“ Steve said in a way to warn the girl, to choose wisely her next words.

On your side you were confused on what to do, because you experienced first hand how you felt about Eddie at the party but you also explored the awful sensation of fear and heartache in a span of a few minutes.

“Y/n?” Robin said.

“What?” you finally looked at her, blinking.

“We could try just something else,”

“Like what? Just please don’t make it humiliating for me or else I’ll never come back.” You threatened.

“It’s all Robin’s idea, I swear I have nothing to do with how evil she is.” Steve’s hands were up.

Rolling your eyes you looked at Robin, who with a smirk explained part of her plan.

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