#anyways hope you guys get a kick outta this as much as I did

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 27th:  Haunted House | Hunters Moon - Ghost | Funny read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

Haunted houses are supposed to be scary– fog, strobe lights, creepy crawlies and otherworldly creatures. Eddie’s prepared for all of that when he takes the job at the local haunt during his favorite time of year– it’s in the name, after all. 

What he’s not prepared for is Steve Goddamn Harrington to show up with a gaggle of pre-teens nipping at his heels like baby ducks demanding attention. 

“– don’t need your bat, it’s fine! It’s fake, Steve, c’mon.” He hears one particularly loud mop-headed kid arguing from behind his perch. 

Faux blood drips from the gash built up on his forehead down his nose and he smears it across his cheek, both for effect and because as much as he loves the hideous clown role, the viscous corn syrup trickling down his face makes his skin crawl. 

Wait, he thinks, furrowing his eyebrows as best he can beneath the special effects makeup. Did that kid just insinuate Steve Harrington wanted to bring a bat into a haunted house? 

“Yeah Steve, are you scared of spooky clowns now?” Another of his group sneers, this one a bit taller, skinny with darker hair. “Gonna show off and clobber some poor innocent actor like you did that demo–”

Steve hisses loud enough still for Eddie to hear him and grabs the kid by the shoulder. “Say it a little louder, why dontcha, Mike? Jesus Christ.” 

“Well, are you?” A redheaded girl asks as they get closer and closer to the entrance.

“After everything real we’ve seen, you think I’m afraid of what I know is fake?” Eddie can make out the shape of Steve standing with one hand on his hip and his finger pointing around at each of the kisd. “This was you little shits’ idea, remember that.”

Eddie’s grateful he’s toward the beginning of the haunt. He gets to set the tone for the rest of the show, and when someone particularly interesting piques his interest, sometimes he follows them around. Breathes down their neck a little, stands just a little too close without blinking, tilts his head with a ghastly smile when they turn around. 

Before they’ve even entered the house, Eddie’s decided to have a little fun with Steve Harrington. 

The fog machine kicks off, curling up from the floor around their ankles, spiraling like snakes up to the ceiling. Eddie grins and prepares himself for scare number one. 

The jumpscare. 

“Ow, you’re on my foot, asshole!” One of the kid whispers. 

“Then don’t stand so close!” Another responds. 

“We’re literally in a fucking hallway–” 

“Guys, language! And while you’re at it, shut the fuck up and pay attention!” 

When they’re in classes together, Eddie has to choke back the amused grin that plays at his lips when Steve shows off his bite but nothing is real in a haunted house anyways.

He lets himself smile. 

At least, until the sound machine groans to life. He waits for them to look around, to seek control, to figure out what the noise is and how to defend against it. 

“Welcome!” He screams with a cackling laugh, leaping out from his hiding spot and landing in a crouching position. “I hope you like it here, because you’re,” he circles around them with bent legs before leaning closer and shouting, “never leaving!” 

All of the kids scream simultaneously, devolving into nervous laughter. Steve though? Eddie watches Steve seize up and instinctually yank the kids closer to him. 

It’s not what he expects from the King of Hawkins High, dethroned or otherwise. Eddie’s heart clenches as he locks eyes with Steve, flitting back and forth between the rest of the haunt and the door they’d just entered through. His nostrils are flared, his lips tight, his eyebrows knitting together above his nose. 

Eddie’s gonna follow him alright, but not for the reasons he's initially planned. 

“My name is Krusty, and I’m your new friend.”

He circles around Steve like a predator and leans closer, his lips nearly grazing Steve’s ear. “Follow my lead, I’ll get you outta here.” 

Steve turns too quickly and their faces narrowly avoid one another, shoved between the kids itching to keep moving and the wall. Eddie nods and tries to make his smile comforting and reassuring. It must work because Steve’s shoulders drop from his ears and he whispers back. 

“Thanks.” 

—

Eddie bangs on the wall each time they enter the new room, cackling and yelling things like Fresh meat! and Look, I found us some new friends! The kids seem to be thoroughly enjoying themselves, and even Eddie can’t help but laugh when one of his fellow scare actors snorts in the curly-headed kid’s ear loud enough that he damn near jumps into Steve’s arms. 

“Jesus Christ, Dustin!” Steve topples backwards into Eddie, who braces himself against a prop cotton candy machine. “Remember earlier? It’s fake, Steve, c’mon?” 

From around Steve’s shoulder, Eddie sees Dustin shoot Steve an annoyed look with wide, incredulous eyes. 

“Alright, alright, you good?” Steve rectifies, his voice softer.

Dustin nods and straightens himself out with a pat on the head and ruffle from Steve before walking forward to rejoin the group.

“Last scare, Harrington” Eddie takes the opportunity to whisper in Steve’s ear, dropping out of character entirely. 

Who can blame him? How can he be expected to stay in the headspace of a terrifying, bloody clown when Steve Harrington is in his space, protecting little sheep when he’s afraid himself? And wearing some of the tightest jeans he’s ever seen?

He’s just a man. 

Steve whips around with furrowed brows and a wrinkled nose. “How the fuck do you know my name?” 

“Krusty knows everything.” 

He tries to shift back into gear and grins as he licks the fake blood that’s dripped down his nose to his top lip. It must be the fog machine, because there’s no way he just caught Steve’s eyes flickering down to track the movement. 

Nothing’s real in a haunted house. 

“Your children seem to have disappeared without you, let’s go catch them. Before someone else does.” Eddie claps his hands together with faux glee and skips ahead. 

The last room of the haunt is Eddie’s least favorite, truthfully. No actors, no human presence, just disorienting, kaleidescopic strobe lights, cobwebs hanging from the ceiling tangling themselves in whatever they can reach, and disembodied, whirring noises blaring from the speakers. If anything, it just gives him a headache. 

Steve’s charges handle it well enough; like many others, they complain that it was boring and Eddie overhears some of their constructive criticisms. He agrees with their stance, but can’t spend much time focusing on that. 

Not when he looks back to check on Steve only to find him with one hand over his eyes and the other scaling the side of the wall, cobwebs sticking to the sleeve of his jacket and knotting in his hair. 

Before Eddie can think about what he’s doing, his feet make the decision for him and he approaches Steve, places a hand on his lower back. Steve startles against the touch but doesn’t move his hand. 

“Just keep your eyes closed and I’ll get us out, okay? We all fuckin’ hate this room, trust me.” 

Steve nods and takes a shaky breath, letting Eddie guide him through the room as quickly and discreetly as possible. “It’s just the goddamn lights, man. I get migraines and these are the worst. Those kids give me enough headaches without the extra help.” 

Eddie gives a soft chuckle and shakes his head, looks Steve up and down briefly before they reach the end. Selfishly, Eddie wants to take his time and soak up the false reality of the haunted house and the safety it offers because really, in what other world will he ever be this close to Steve Harrington again? But he can tell the guy he’s suffering and Eddie has his fantasies to fall back on later. 

They’ve gotten him this far. 

“Why’d you bring ‘em then?” He asks, curious. 

Steve shrugs and sighs. “They’re good kids and wanted to come, and I’m the babysitter so, of course, it’s me. Gotta make sure they’re safe.” 

He says the last bit with a heaviness that Eddie doesn’t quite understand but they take their last few steps out into the night. The illusion of the haunted house crumbles, Eddie removes his hand as though he’s been branded, and Steve’s eyes flutter open. 

“Well, you did great. Your monsters are over there.” Eddie gestures with his chin towards the open field where six kids sit in a circle, laughing a bit too loudly. 

“Better go wrangle them up.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and comes away with a cobweb. 

“Oh yeah, you’ve got a little–” Eddie starts, reaching up impulsively to pick what he can out of Steve’s hair. 

He’s touching The Hair’s hair, and he doesn’t catch the rumored Harrington right hook for it. Instead, Steves stands silent as Eddie works, staring and blinking a few times. 

“There ya go, de-cobwebed. Free of charge,” Eddie smirks with pursed lips. “Unless you wanna tip, there’s a jar up front.” 

“Thanks,” Steve starts, running both hands through his hair and shaking as though to make sure. Or to torment Eddie. Maybe both. “For this and for uh, that.” He jerks his thumb behind them towards the house. 

“Any time, man. Any time. Spread the word, will ya? We could use the business.” 

Steve smiles at him as he turns to walk away, and Eddie wishes it was really him on the receiving end. But it’s not, because Steve doesn’t recognize him behind all the makeup. He’s just Krusty: bleeding heart, overly kind menacing clown. 

It's true, the motto. Nothing's real in a haunted house.

“Oh and, hey,” Steve calls out when he’s just a few steps away. 

“Yeah?” Eddie responds as Steve turns to look over his shoulder.

“See you in Click’s class on Monday, Munson.” 

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie month #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #myblurbs #eddie month prompts #please consider reblogging if you enjoy! <333

[luffyvace]

Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons

These are sfw and gender neutral

for Sanji’s big day! (I’m super late ik hush :3)

pt2 here my sillies :3 : Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons pt2

Dating Sanji includes royal treatment. We all know this. It’s so obvious. 😭 It’s in the manga, it’s canon, we all write it in our headcanons. We know this.

Royal treatment meaning sit back and relax dear, Sanji’s got this. Sea beast? He beat it up and is now cooking a delicious and nutritious sea beast stew for you, would you like that with a smoothie? Lemonade? Water? Ok water. Sparkling? Distilled? Iced?

oh your lost? Don’t worry he’s got bread and he’ll leave breadcrumbs where you’ve walked so you don’t go in circles :)

your clothes are wet? Take his. 💋

there’s mud up ahead and you just bought a snazzy new fit? He’ll carry you 🏋️‍♂️

somebody bothering you loveliest? He’s already kicked them to Australia (extra hard if it was Zoro)

Dating Sanji includes good communication.

If you feel anything but a positive emotion Sanji is on the case. And the first victim he’s pointing fingers at is Zoro 😼

”MOSS HEAD BASTARD!! YOU MADE THEM UPSET DIDNT YOU?!”

it’s not a person darling? Well what happened? What can he do to help? Did you loose something? He’ll turn into a mad man causing chaos around town looking for it! Did it drop into the ocean? He swims as deep as he needs to in order to find it.

Honestly he even babies you about little stuff :P you stubbed your toe? Want him to massage it for you? That’s it! He’s breaking out the foot spa! Take off your socks and shoes!

he did something that really upset you?! Tell him what it is right away! He’ll make sure he never steps outta line ever again! He *kiss* never *kiss* meant *kiss* to *kiss* upset *kiss* you *kiss*~

Never feel hesitation to tell him if something’s wrong with you physically “Chopper! Come check them out right now!! They say somethings’ wrong!”

Nor mentally! You’ve been going through some tough times these last few months?! Sit down and tell him everything!! Let’s get to the root of this! Together! Is it someone else?? Did it happen from something??

Even if you aren’t feeling negative emotions right now always feel free to rant to him about what’s making you happy! he’d love to hear it truly! He loves your voice even more~ 🥰 *nose bleed*

Dating Sanji includes 5 star meals.

another thing we all know. And in every headcanon- but seriously what’s all your favorite meals, snacks and desserts? Even if Luffy himself says to make one thing he might make another just because he knows you like it. That guy eats anything anyway so he might as well just make what you like! 🧑‍🍳

Dating Sanji includes overly cheesy confessions despite the fact that your already and only dating.

”My dearest..I would love if you would go out with me and make this evening the loveliest of my days! I’d wholeheartedly accept and put my all into cooking for our first date….My love and affection with herb and spice…the flavor of our intense compatibility will melt on your tongue every bite you take! Guaranteed!”

”Sanji….we’ve been dating for xyz months/years now..”

”ahhh~ Even to the blossoms of this beautiful spring day know we’re simply destined to be..! Getting married tomorrow..it’s been my dream since we’ve first met! I can see it already, smell it even..! The enchanting scene of you walking down the isle, putting your hands in mine…kiss! The happiest day of my life has officially been sealed! Everyone’s clapping! Cheering! Whoop woo’s arise in the air of our love!~ The 6 layer cake I spent every ounce of my time baking since I met you, on the side of us—predicting our perfect wedding kiss! An exact model of the scene~ It brings a tear to my eye! I hope I don’t keep you up tonight, my darling love! Because I certainly won’t be able to sleep when I’m much too busy imagining the scene over and over again until our big day tomorrow, the same one I’ve been replaying in my head since I first laid eyes on you~ 😚”

”what on EARTH Sanji. We’re only dating! Wha- What do I even say to this?!”

”you could say yes! My lovely future spouse!~ 😍😍”

”To what! You haven’t even properly proposed to me yet?! Let alone made it official⁉️“

”ohh my honey! I didn’t know you wanted to get married- the wind! The sea! The birds even know our fate! We-“

”ALRIGHT!”

”SHUT IT SEAWEED HEAD!! DON’T INTERUPT ME WHILE IM CONFESSING MY LOVE to the most wonderful soul to have ever lived~”

⚔️🗡🔥💥💥💥⚔️🗡🔥💥⚔️🗡💥💥🔥

(Sanji and zoro fighting :3)

Dating Sanji includes sure fire protection.

no one will ever lay a hand on you. For a man? Self explanatory. Blast that motha sucka to space.💥 For a woman?? Welll…he’ll take all the hits for you okay?! So run away and go get Nami or Robin!! Hurry darling!

Dating Sanji includes trust.

more than anything he trusts you with his deepest darkest secrets. There’s no front when it’s just you two around, purely him. Not telling you his lineage was because he wanted to put that behind him..it wasn’t supposed to come back up. And man is he the most sorry sucker on earth when he betrays the strawhats. Because that means he’s betraying you. Pleasepleasepleasetakehimbackplease.

Uh guys I ran out of characters I’m gonna do a part two I guess 😭… I didn’t want to thooo

#anime #anime and manga #luffyvace #anime headcanons #fluff headcanons #fluff #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #straw hat pirates #straw hat sanji #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #sanji #sanji vinsmoke #sanji one piece #sanji headcanons #op sanji #sanji op #happy birthday sanji #sanji birthday #happy late birthday #i’m late #oh well #anyways #vinsmoke family #one piece x you #one piece x gn reader

[mrsaltieri-real]

First Love, Familiar Love (Billy Loomis x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: language, smut, oral, (fem receiving) fingering, p in v, creampie, cheating, (kinda) first love, semi-public sex, light dirty talk, pre-established toxic relationship.

A/N: I’m so happy to have (finally) written my first full length Billy Loomis fic! I’ve done a lot of Ethan and a fuck ton of Mickey, how dare I have taken so long to write for the fine as fuck OG! Going to dabble in some poly!Ghostface soon which I’m very excited about but for now, sit back, relax and I hope you enjoy!

@darklylucid I have a feeling your Billy loving self will get a kick outta this for sure ;)

You’d never given much thought to relationships since your last. The thought of never having another first filled you with an undeniable sense of unease. No more first kisses, first date, first fuck, what was the point?

Why commit yourself to a long life of repetition when you could simply carry on having firsts? Especially when you couldn’t have the person you’d already had your firsts with anymore.

Billy was someone you hadn’t paid much attention to, not since the two of you had ended your very brief yet even more intense relationship a few years back.

The two of you were young, stupid and each other's firsts. It wasn’t a healthy relationship by any means, and it ended as such. Even though you knew it was definitely for the best, you knew there was a part of you that didn’t think it was over. Not yet.

He was hot, undoubtedly having grown into himself over the years when you’d stopped paying attention, but he had also grown more serious. He constantly looked like he was deep in thought, gnawing on the tip of his pen in class whilst clearly not paying attention on the few occasions you’d find your eyes drifting over to him, seeing him completely lost in his own mind.

You didn’t run in the same social circle anymore, inside of school or out. Although that being the case, your friend and colleague at the video store, Randy most certainly did.

It never made much sense as to why Randy would hang around with the likes of Billy Loomis. Other than their shared affiliation of horror movies, they seemed to merely tolerate each other, if that. You were met with the angry rambling of what Billy had done that day from Randy, listening to the boy curse about how much of an asshole he was.

How could you possibly begin to forget about Billy when he was brought up practically all of the time?

“If he’s so much of an asshole, stop hanging out with the guy.” You’d suggested after a particularly long rant from Randy about him, mindlessly drumming your fingers on the counter.

Randy scoffed, pulling the red vine he was chewing on out of his mouth before replying, “I’ve been friends with the rest of them for years, I’m not just gonna stop hanging out with them because Billy Loomis is a fucking asshole.”

You rolled your eyes, sarcastically holding up your hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, whatever. You go home and chill the hell out, I’ll close up.”

Randy hopped down from the register, patting you on the shoulder as you said goodbye.

Being here by yourself was always better anyway. You liked to clean and organize, finding order in the never ending chaos, but it never surprised you just how messy the store would get by the time closing rolled around. The popcorn machine Randy had recommended to the manager like an idiot needed a thorough deep cleaning, kernels were scattered everywhere, tapes were placed in the wrong section, some of them somehow seemed to be missing altogether.

Fucking mahem.

You heard the tingling of the bell above the door as it swung open. “Sorry, we’re closed,” you called out, not bothering to look up from your sweeping.

The door clicked closed quietly and you briefly paused before glancing up.

Billy stood leaning against the counter, his fingers drumming lightly against the withered old wood. He was quite clearly relishing in your confused expression as you looked back at him with cautious eyes.

“Hey… Billy.” You said, eyeing him briefly. “Randy’s gone home.”

“Oh, I know. I was waiting for him to leave.” Billy picked up a tape that was laying beside him, flipping it over to read the cover.

Your confusion and curiosity continued to grow, but it turned into annoyance when you realised you’d actually have to continue to talk to him.

“That’s kinda creepy.” You muttered, letting the broom rest against a glass case. “We’re closed.” You said again, pointing at the clock.

He didn’t look at it, his eyes flickering up from the case to favour resting on you instead.

“Are you fucking him?”

You looked at him, eyebrows arching a fraction. “Am I fucking who?”

“Randy.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst through your lips, shaking your head in disbelief as you grabbed the broom again. You’d forgotten the fucking nerve of this guy. “Go home, Billy.”

You heard the clatter of the tape hit the counter as he began to stride toward you. “So, you are?”

“Yeah, I’m not dignifying that with a response.” He stopped about a foot away, his hand resting on the freshly cleaned glass display with all the rare tapes. “Can you, like, not? I just cleaned that.” You sighed, stepping forward to slap his hand away.

He didn’t move as you did so, seeming to find your reaction more funny than anything. “You haven’t changed much.” He commented, bringing his free hand up to swipe some loose hair out of his face.

You ignored his comment, looking up at him and feeling nothing but irritation. “Billy, what do you want, seriously? Because the sooner I clean up here, the sooner I can go home.”

Billy shrugged, drumming his fingers against the glass. “I don’t know, I was walking home, saw Randy leave, noticed you were by yourself. Thought you’d appreciate the company.”

“Mmhm. Sure.” You sighed, moving to step around him and deciding to just act like he wasn’t there. That’s when it hit you, the all too familiar scent of his cologne. It smelled exactly like the one you’d gotten him for his birthday a couple of years back. The smell rekindled the brief yet fond memories you’d had with him and it made your heart skip a beat.

Billy had noticed your pause and his face turned from indifferent to slightly concerned. He said your name, tilting his head down to look at you.

You looked up at him, blinking a few times before shaking your head. “Go home, Billy.” You said again, though your voice wasn’t anywhere near as confident.

“I miss you.”

Those three words made you flinch, your grip on the handle of the broom tightening. You didn’t want him to miss you, you didn’t want him to be thinking about you. Didn’t he have a girlfriend now?

I asked him as much and he half smiled, shaking his head. “Sidney? Nah, I’m seeing her, sure, but it’s not… like that.”

“Oh, so your girlfriend isn’t putting out so you thought you’d pop along and see if I would?” Billy seemed to ignore you, his eyes trailing across your body. You felt your cheeks heat up as he did, those annoyingly magnetic brown eyes felt like they were boring straight into your damn soul.

“No, like I said I was walking home and saw you by yourself.” His smile grew a touch, watching your face for any kind of reaction.

Liar. But why did you find yourself falling for it?

“I’m not fucking Randy.” You said quietly. He finally looked into your eyes, the half smile turning into a grin. “Oh, I know. But I needed to try and start a conversation with you somehow, didn’t I?“

You caught yourself smiling as you shook your head. “Asshole.”

Billy chuckled as he brought up his hand, letting his fingers glide across your cheekbone. “Missed you.” He said again, his voice much softer this time without a hint of teasing.

Why were you falling for this crap? Was it because he was your first? First fucking everything? Probably. But you caught yourself not caring as you leaned into his warm touch, letting the familiarity wash over you entirely.

“Missed you.” You echoed softly.

His smell was intoxicating, familiar. Who cares if you’d hardly spoken to him in years? Who cares that it took you this long to get over him entirely.

His lips touched yours before you finished your train of thought. Comfortable. Familiar. You felt yourself melt into it, your fingers curling around the soft material of his plaid shirt as you pulled yourself closer to him, his thumb still gently grazing your cheek.

Fuck, he’d missed you. How your lips tasted, how your breath would quiver and shake every time he was close to you. He couldn’t remember why he was ever stupid enough to let you go entirely.

Before he and Stu put their plan into motion, he knew he had to do this, he had to be with you at least once more time. Taste you, touch you, feel you. Because once he was “serious” with Sidney, he wouldn’t be able to lead you on like that. Not you, you were always his.

His kiss turned more possessive than gentle, his hands sliding down to your waist and under your shirt, his blunt fingers digging into your soft, bare skin. He felt your breathing hitch against him as he pulled your body impossibly closer to his, letting you feel him hardening against you.

It wasn’t long before he’d picked you up and placed you on the glass, hoisting your skirt around your waist and carefully pulling your baby pink panties down your legs, letting his fingers brush your inner thigh as he did.

“Fuck, look how fucking wet you are for me.” He groaned, sliding his finger between your velvety folds to collect the moisture before he brought it to his lips. You were pathetically oversensitive, your cunt clenching around nothing the moment he touched you.

He liked that, he’d forgotten how needy you were, how much your body reacted to the slightest of advances. He couldn’t help but smile as he continued to tease, fingers grazing your sensitive skin, barely even touching you.

It dawned on you how long it had been since you’d been touched like this, and you craved more.

“Please, Billy.” You whined, beginning to grow uncomfortable with the lack of stimulation.

For once, he didn’t need much prompting.

His mouth latched onto your aching clit, sucking at it hungrily and growing at your familiar taste he’d missed so much. His hands pushed your legs further apart for better access, feeling how you throbbed against his mouth. Your hands automatically fell into his soft hair, biting your bottom lip as you tugged at it, your head falling back.

He’d been good with his mouth before, but he’d definitely gotten better. His skilled tongue flicked over your clit, one of his hands moving from your thigh to plunge two fingers inside of your cunt as he continued to lick and suck.

“Oh!” You groaned out, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled his face impossibly closer to you. He curled up his fingers in response, pressing against the spongy tissue and making your body jerk in response. He knew your body far too well, and had clearly never forgotten how to make you respond to him.

He didn’t want you to cum, not yet. He pulled away all too soon, smiling as he saw the all too familiar mixture of turned on and pissed off gracing your features. He straightened up, his hand moving to grip the base of your hair tightly, making you look up into his brown eyes.

“Do you want it?” He asked, voice smooth and even as ever. All you could do was faintly whisper “yes” in response. That’s all he needed.

Billy didn’t drop his eyes from yours as he smoothly unbuckled his belt, pulling it off and discarding it thoughtlessly, his pants coming down shortly after, but only part way down his ass. He just didn’t want to waste any time.

One of his hands dropped to your waist, the other pumped his cock a few times before nestling the tip at the entrance of your aching cunt. You whined softly, wriggling a little only to be grounded by his large hand before he pushed himself inside of your soaked hole.

You couldn’t help the gasp as he filled you, suddenly feeling deliciously full. Familiarly full. He seemed to feel it too, a soft groan in your ear as he pulled you closer to him by your hips.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this cunt so much.” He sighed into your hair, savouring the feeling of your cunt engulfing him for the first time in years. You were growing more and more impatient, needing movement and friction and he chuckled at you desperate movements from under his grounding hands. “I forgot how impatient you are.”

“Billy, just… Fuck me for God’s sake.” You’d meant for it to come out as an order, but it came out as a plea. He chuckled again, slowly rolling his hips back just to snap the forward again sharply, the sensation making you jolt and sigh into his shoulder.

“So bossy, aren’t you, sweetheart? Some things never change, hm?”

You ignore his teasing voice, your focus entirely surrounding how good his cock made you feel so fucking effortlessly. He hardly even had to try and here you were, already a leaking mess for him.

He held you more securely, one of his hands firmly pressing against the small of your back whilst the other swiftly tucked under your knee, holding your leg more securely around his waist as he fucked you.

He knew your body better than you did, he knew what drove you wild. The kisses he scattered across your neck and down your collarbone drove you insane. The way his fingers would dig into your skin, his breathing in your ear, the filth he was whispering to you…

“Fuck, Billy please don’t stop.” You begged him, pushing yourself down against him greedily, which he thoroughly enjoyed. He continued fucking your on the glass display case as he laughed out, “Think I’m gonna? No fucking way. Been thinking about getting back into this cunt for far too long.”

His words made you moan louder, your fingers clinging to his bicep, nails digging into the toned muscle harshly. He let out something akin to a growl, his own fingers digging into your soft skin hard enough to undoubtedly leave bruises in their wake.

He fucked you in a way you feared only her was able to, slamming into your convulsing pussy vigorously, ruthlessly. Your head fell back, eyes beginning to roll as you felt yourself being dragged closer and closer to the edge. Your clit bumped against him with every thrust, the stimulation only making you feel weaker and weaker. He watched your face, the look of pure ecstasy only making him more and more desperate to cum. No way he was about to pull out.

“Billy… Close…” You managed to utter out. In the past, that was his cue to prepare to pull out. But right now? Fuck that. He held you tighter, his fingers sliding from your hip to your clit to drag circles across it, feeling your cunt tense around him as he did.

“Do it.” He said, his own voice a little breathless.

You couldn’t think, could only focus on how fucking good he was making you feel. Your body stuff ended for a second before you came on his cock, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as you heard him let out a loud groan and a second later, his hot cum filling up your still convulsing pussy. But you didn’t care. Your body remained flush against his for a couple of seconds, soaking in the feeling of his cum filling you up so deliciously.

He gradually softened, pulling himself out of your stuffed cunt and casually pulling his pants back up before grabbing his belt.

You remained sitting on the glass case, Billy’s spunk mixed with your own wetness leaking out of you and making a mess of the glass. He couldn’t help but smile, shrugging once.

“Well, shit, you’ve got more of a cleanup to do now, my bad.”

You rolled your eyes at him, waiting for your thighs to stop trembling before jumping down from the display case and grabbing your panties, about to pull them back on before they were snatched out of your hand.

“What are you-“

“I think I should keep them. As a memento, you know?” He interrupted, the stupid smile that got you back into this situation illuminating his pretty face.

“Oh, right. Forgot how much you like to steal my underwear. Weirdo.” You muttered, squirming a little at the feeling of Billy’s cum leaking out of you onto your inner thighs.

Billy watched you squirm for a moment, the smile never faltering. “Mm. You know, I wish I’d cum inside you before. I like seeing you like this.”

You scoffed at him, shaking your head. “I have to clean up.” You said pointedly.

Billy raised an eyebrow a fraction, eyes flickering down toward your stained thighs.

“You’re telling me.”

#ahhh my first billy loomis fic #he’s been on my mind none stop #so here it is! #I’m so happy to finally have him officially on the roster #pretty angel #hope you enjoy! #scream #billy loomis smut #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader

[angelinthefire]

So my latest idea for deancas in the winchesters tv show (a tv show that I have not watched [... yet???]) is roughly something like this:

ok, Dean and Jack and Bobby get back to Heaven, and Dean goes into the Roadhouse this time. It's a little party. You can tell that Dean is still melancholy. And then he sees Cas again. Cas is kind of nervous. But Dean just melts when he sees him, and also manages to look somehow sadder. And he hugs him tight for a long time. And Cas relaxes too. But they're still in the Roadhouse surrounded by people, so they don't talk, and Dean gets pulled back into the celebrations.

But later, it's night, and Dean steps out back of the Roadhouse, into the field. Cas is there, looking up at the sky, hands in his pockets. Dean comes and stands next to him.

Their conversation starts out much the same way as in Full of Grace, with Dean being like:

"I missed you."

"I missed you too. Though I was hoping you'd take longer to get here."

Dean scoffs and shakes his head. "I tried, y'know. To be the guy you gave that speech to."

Cas turns to face him fully. "You are that guy."

"Cas..." Dean's gaze seaches Cas' face as he searches for what to say.

Then:

Dean focuses and asks softly, "What do you want?"

"Dean?"

"Tell me. You said the one thing you want is something you can't have. So tell me."

Cas fumbles for the right words for a beat, just the thought of what he wants alone starting to make him emotional. Finally he says with a sad smile, "To have a life with you."

And the irony is not lost on Dean. He takes a breath that's thick with tears, clearly thinking about might-have-beens. His gaze drops from Cas' eyes to his mouth, and he says with a soft desperation, "Then let's get out of here. Let's live."

Cas balks. "I can't."

"Since when do you care about rules?"

Cas just looks at him imploringly.

But Dean is already getting worked up at the idea. "Come on, what's one more time? It'll be just 30, 40 years, that's nothing." He grips Cas's arm. "But we can... you can have anything." His eyes are bright with a hungry kind of hope. "I want... I wanna give you anything."

And Cas is clearly getting reeled in. He's staring at Dean like he wants to kiss him.

"He doesn't mean it, you know."

Cas and Dean turn towards the new voice.

"Jack?" Cas says.

"He's telling you what you want to hear, so you'll do what he wants," Jack says with a kindness tipping towards pity.

"What the hell?" Dean says.

Jack turns to him, matter of factly, "Am I wrong?"

"Of course you're fucking wrong. The hell is wrong with you?"

Jack shakes his head sadly. "What's wrong with you? You have heaven, Dean." He tilts his head and narrows his eyes. "There is something wrong with you, isn't there?" he says like he's seeing it for the first time.

Dean hardens. "Then kick me outta heaven. Go on!"

"... where's Jack?" says Cas, who hasn't stopped staring at Jack the whole time.

Jack turns to him, confused.

So Cas repeats himself, firmly but slowly, "Where is Jack?"

A horrified look comes over Dean's face.

Not-Jack smiles. "He's with me. Don't worry, he's safe." It's not reassuring.

And anyways, the upshot of the following dialogue would be that Chuck didn't win. Chuck has to live out his miserable existence on earth. But God did win. Because Chuck was just a guy that God was possessing. But the way God possesses someone, they start to lose sense of themselves, and parts of their personality start to find expression in God. Chuck was petty and squirrely. Jack will be a different kind of God. But the whole thing is unsettling and chilling.

I'm not sure how I would have things escalate, but they do. Of course Cas wants God to leave Jack alone, maybe he even offers himself as a vessel but God refuses. Idk, more stuff is said, it ends with God giving them a clear and definite threat about not screwing shit up anymore.

Then he disappears.

Dean and Cas are both striken. They talk. "What do we do?" - "What can we do?" etc. etc. I haven't thought about this part in depth, but some sort of plan is made.

Dean caps off the conversation with "We've got work to do"

They head towards the impala. Then,

"Dean?"

Dean turns towards Cas.

"Did you mean it?"

Dean doesn't answer at first.

"It's okay if you didn't," Cas says. And he's sincere. He's got bigger things to be upset about now, after all. "I'd understand."

Dean gets a hard look. He moves towards Cas, grabs him by the lapels, and pulls him close, and when they're close enough to kiss, Dean says,

"We're gonna kill god. And then I'm gonna show you how much I meant it."

End scene. And then I guess Dean and Cas just pop up in the background of the main plot here and there as they chase god through the multi-verse

#spn #destiel #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #not actually fanfic #this also feels like a variation on Godot ain't got nothin' on me and my baby #and the 'run away with me' speech at the end of Ignite Your Bones #what can i say i have a handful of ideas that i am wed to

[akwolfgrl]

How sweet it is to be loved by them part 3

It was another long day ahead of him, Zoro had been using this time for mediating and training his observation haki. But he missed his husband. He's missed traveling and testing his skills. Curly had promised spicy and soy raw marinated carb in his onigri tonight, so he had that to look forward to. Sanjis scent had long faded, the omega always careful about leaving a trail.

A familer presonos tip toed closer to where he was tied up. The little girl he had saved crept towards him as two unfamiliar people preed from over the wall. As she came closer, he could see she held aloft two lumpy balls of rice in her tiny hands. She wasn't safe. There were marines crawling all around this place, and he didn't want her to be hurt.

“Go away,” He told her before she could say anything. The marines here were under command of someone who cares not for the weak and small.

“I burghtt you food Mr. Marimo, I worked really hard on this,” Rika ignored him. She must be spending too much time with Sanji if she was calling him Marimo. He could smell hints of him along with her mother. Pups always had a soft muted scent. They smelt more like their parents and the people they spent time with. “Please eat it. You must be really, really hungry,”

“I'm not hungry,” He should be more than he was, but his husband kept him from going hungry. He would have gone without, but Curly wouldn't hear of it.

“It was my first time making them, I watched mom and Mr. Sanji a whole lot first,”

“Scram! Go on, get outta here!” He growled menacingly at her. He could feel them drawing near. She had to get out before they found her. But she only shook her head and stepped closer, still her eyes wide and far to trusting. He couldn't remember a time when neither his nor Sanji's eyes were that innocent and naive. He hoped they stayed that way for a long time to come. “Leave or I'll kill you!” Sanji would kick him if he heard him say it, but at this point, time was running out.

“Roronoa Zoro! Is that really any way to talk to a kid? Or are you working together and worried you'll get caught?” The little fucker who put him here suanted over in a guady suit or at least that's what curly called it anyway and reeking of perfume. He was flanked as always by a few Marines to weak and lazy to do anything on his own. “Oh what's this? Thouse sure do look good,” The anyoing fucker stole one of balls of rice and took a bite.

“Hey! That's not for you!” Rika cried out.

“Disgusting!” He spit the food out. “It's to dam sweet! Did you use sugar instead of slat!?” He screamed at the little girl. Zoro wanted to smack the shit out of the guy. His swords were too good to cover with his blood.

“But I thought they would taste better if they were sweet,” She told him, who knows maybe she could turn them into a dessert. Zoro hated sweet thing but he knew better than to waste food and to yell at an inceont child…he was only doing it to try and save her.

The blond with the ass for a face samtched the other ball of rice from her hands and therw both om the ground and stomped on them both. What the fuck was worng with him!? Ever before meeting his husband, even if he didn't know why Sanji and Zeff were against food waste he hated it to. After his prants died and before the dojo had taken him in he hadn't know when his next meal would be. He had gone to sleep many a night curled up with an empty belly.

“But I worked so hard to make thouse,” Rika knelt next to the dirty rice crying. Thire was nothing he could do, nothing that wouldn't make this worse.

#one piece #fanfic #alpha beta omega #roronoa zoro #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #zoro #black leg sanji #zoro x sanji #monkey d luffy #luffy #luffy x sanji #luffy x zoro #zosan #married zosan #zolu #lusan #zolusan #monster trio #alpha luffy #alpha zoro #omega sanji #how sweet it is to be loved by them

[themadsquirrel09]

Kenny dies! with an extra layer of heartbreak

"Kenny dies", the 12th episode of season 5, aired on December 5th, 2001. It has been 22 years since Matt and Trey dropped that bomb of feels; so, to celebrate, I thought, we should break our heart today!

Let's roll with the theory that Eric Cartman is the only one who remembers that Kenny dies multiple times (besides Kenny's parents).

(GIF from the episode S05E05 ∣ Cartmaland)

When you think about it in the context of the episode"Kenny dies", it is a game changer.

The moment of truth

So, Eric finds out Kenny is dying, goes to the hospital, and confesses to Kenny he sees him as his best friend. Kenny reciprocates, although we never know if sincerely, or out of pity, I'm inclined to bet it was an honest reply from Kenny.

(Gifset by South-Park-Gifs)

Eric tells Kenny he is gonna find the cure for him, and he seems exited.

But he hasn't leave the room when his expression has already dropped.

Soon he breaks down.

I think that, at least in this brief moment, Cartman was honest.

And what if here it is true that he remembers Kenny's deaths? Then maybe what hurts him the most is seeing his fun-loving partner in crime wasting in that hospital room.

The promise

After that, it also seems that Eric is serious about his promise of finding a cure. When he realizes he can clone the Shakey's, that idea is in his head probably from that moment, BUT, this is Eric Cartman we are talking about, he can be very ambitious, and so my theory is that he wanted both to cure Kenny, and clone the pizza place.

Then we have the lovable, and unforgettable moment when Eric gives his speech. If you are a fan, you know he is great at that, and you also know how good he is at manipulating, so it is all planned? Maybe it is!

He cries, and is almost unable to stop himself... but he can cry at will. So is it all fake? What if we take it to a middle point? Let's consider that some of that emotion is real. He cries more when he says "I love Kenny McCormick, and I hope you love him too".

I would go as far to say that even if he was acting, he probably borrowed the emotion of that moment in the hospital to cry at will, and influencing other people's judgment.

It could also be that he genuinely broke down in the middle of the speech, and resorted to singing that kind of song, which would kick a sing along. Entertaining is one of Eric's abilities, and singing can also soothe the nerves.

A goodbye we don't get to see

So, what if Cartman was serious about helping Kenny, and he ran out of time? What if the doctor looked at him in the eye and said "it is too late to cure him"? Maybe just after he had visited Kenny, and told him he was about to get the cure for him.

Or did Eric get so involved in the whole deal he didn't even got to say that last goodbye?

We are still rolling with the idea that Cartman remembers Kenny's multiple death, still he goes to the different funerals, so why didn't he goes to this one? Maybe it was a "fuck it" moment, he just wanted the Shakey's, and Kenny was dead anyway.

But there's another alternative, that Eric was so devastated by his own failure he had to focus on something that wasn't Kenny.

What if he felt so guilty he just wanted to be punished? So he goes, and shows the guys how much of a piece of shit he is; it feels great because Kyle beats the shit outta him, so, in a sick way, he gets that he thinks he deserves.

Did I broke you heart?

I sure broke mine :'l

With love: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Stan

#south park #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #south park fandom #south park kenny #kenny dies #main 4 #south park boys #character analysis #spanalysis #keneric #kenman #sort of

[teejaysnow]

It’s 04:00, I’m on the nightbus back to Stockholm (where I will arrive at around 06:10) - and no, I don’t regret all of my life choices. Yet.

My plan for today was to get a hot chocolate at Kaffebrenneriet, do some shopping at Outland and Platekompaniet, and then head over to Dramatikkens hus to watch six scriptwriters from Den Norske Filmskolen “revive the art of theatre”.

Well, at least I got my chocolate - but the shopping spree at Outland was cut short because of a fire alarm, and I didn’t find anything I wanted at Platekompaniet. So the scriptwriters better be reviving the hell outta that theatre, thanks.

First off, I did find Dramatikkens hus after circling the place only once. (Without google maps, I’d probably still be looking for it - they don’t really advertise their existence, do they?) Also, it’s definitely not bigger on the inside - which was good since I’d forgotten to bring my glasses and is pretty much blind as a bat without them. Usually not a problem, my sonar system is pretty good - but for theatre performances I prefer to rely on my glasses, thanks.

So, we all got our hands stamped (well, when I say stamped…), a small program (well, when I say program…), and a lottery ticket - which I suspect was a scam (I mean, as someone with quite a few memories she’d like to forget, I had high hopes for that lottery prize) and were then set free to find a seat. I found a nice one by the wall and curled up to enjoy the show(s).

Anyway - from here on, there be spoilers:

The first play was the lottery one. As I said, I had high hopes for my I19 ticket, but… yeah, I’m pretty sure it was rigged… 😏

Anyway, it was a pretty interesting play. The lottery winner was adamant that she regretted nothing despite the host dragging up things like making her younger sister drink her own urine (thanks for that mental image). It wasn’t until the host talked about how she’d sexually abused someone that the winner started to get uncomfortable and denying it had ever happened. She would never. She wasn’t that kind of person. And anyway, he was a guy, guys wanted sex. Also, guys wanted her. Finally she accepted that she might have been guilty of abuse and asked to get her memory removed. After some further thought, she instead wanted the guy’s memory to be removed. And after even more thought she decided that they both should keep their memories, thus turning down the prize, because it would be weird no matter whose memory got removed.

There were no curtain calls between the sets (well, there was no curtain either, so 🤷🏻‍♀️), only some nifty stagehands moving and removing the few props each scene had. So for Bruduljen, they produced a table and two chairs.

I was looking forward to this one. I read and really liked Camilla’s photobook, which felt very stream of consciousness-y, so I was interested to see if she’d also use that style for script writing. (The answer was no, but I still liked the play a lot.) A teacher and the mother of a girl that had assaulted her were working on a report on what had happened. The mother was trying to soften the language - was it really an assault, wasn’t it more of an argument that got out of hand? Did she really punch you, wasn’t it more of a slap? Talking about how she has a picture of her five year old daughter with her face full of ice cream taped to the refrigerator, wondering what happened to that sweet girl who now colour her hair and have a… well, rather colourful language to match? The mother and the teacher got into a shouting match, then there was an actual fight where the teacher’s ptsd from the assault kicked in and she hid under the table, and then there was a sweet (and very funny) bit where the mother tried to coax the teacher out from under there. And then they went back to work on the report.

Stagehands in to exchange the table and chairs for a sofa with a… well, body, I guess? Enter my favourite play of the night.

The description of this one gave me a bit of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolf vibes beforehand. Afterwards? Yeah, I’m still sticking with old Virginia here. It’s really funny with some pretty loud arguments in between. As well as a whole cooked turkey thrown on the floor. Twice. I guess nothing says Christmas like a good family argument? Even if one third of the family is sitting dead on the sofa…

The play began with mum talking to her (very dead) hubby and offering him whisky. Which he - surprisingly enough - didn’t drink. She blamed it on it being cheap whisky - me, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have drank it even if it had been Talisker. Enter daughter, who complains about the smell. I wonder why 🤔 She also complains about rats. I wonder why 🤔 Exit mum to the kitchen to fetch the turkey - leading to my favourite joke of the night (that didn’t get a laugh - I wonder why?? 😠) where the daughter pours a glass of whisky, holds it out to her dad and with an absolutely perfect delivery says “Whisky?”. Anyway, enter the turkey, daughter throws it to the ground while yelling at her mother in english, picks it up, hands it to her mum, and apologises - only for her mother to throw it to the ground while yelling back, also in english. Then the doorbell goes off and her mum asks if the daughter had invited anyone. Which she had. People from the funeral parlour. Her mum still doesn’t want to let go of her dead husband, so the daughter agrees not to let them in and that they can all just sit and wait for death and then get buried together. Always look on the bright side of death, I guess.

Okay, so out with the sofa, in with… nothing? Except for two actors, that is. So this was basically my reason for going to Oslo. Well, this and Kaffebrenneriet’s hot chocolate.

Now, let’s start with the fact that the Bergen accent is not my friend, so… the struggle was real. I most definitely didn’t get all of the dialogue.

The play was about a seventeen year old drama student wanting to do a Chekhov play topless (but I’d say she definitely gave off more Shakespeare’s Ophelia vibes with the whole waif-y dancing and singing). Anyway, she baited the drama teacher about it and how she felt that Nina would definitely have her boobs out. The drama teacher didn’t fully agree, trying to argue that it was a school play and the sixteen year old boys watching would just see her boobs. The student argued that it would be Nina’s boobs they saw, not hers. (I think both me and the drama teacher doubted that the boys would make that distinction) The student kept provoking the teacher, calling him out about having liked to see her boobs. The teacher altered between confessing that he had and saying that he hadn’t and that he was being her teacher. It all finished with her dancing off the stage while humming an eerie melody, apparently off to drown herself in the river (as I said - Ophelia vibes) Between this and Kunsten er død, I have a feeling Tarjei is in his “exploring what art really is” era.

Anyway - no stagehands this time since we were getting another props free play.

This one was the age old story of boy leaving a party early because ex is there with her new beau, ex comes after him and calls him out on it, boy admits to it. Although a bit more complicated. (Don’t get me wrong, I did like this one.) So, boy and girl used to be a couple when they were younger. At seventeen, girl got pregnant. Girl then lost the baby, which led to the break up - apparently without the two of them really talking about it. Until now. Let’s just say there were some left over feelings still around and they kept skipping around the stage, getting closer and closer to each other. Until they got very close. And then her phone rang and it all crumbled into pieces. Boy is about to walk away, girl is waiting for her boyfriend to drive her home - and then we get a fifteen minute flash forward indicating that there will be an accident. Boy imagines asking (what we now know is future dead) girl to tell their unborn baby that he loves her. Sad now. (Also, all the actors were great, but I think these two were my favourites.)

And now the stagehands are back for the final play. Hooray! Enter a park bench and one actor - who is taking a magazine test on sexuality. S&M. Whips. Dogs. (I might have misheard that last one. At least I hope I did.). This is when actor number two arrives and starts going on about Will Smith and Chris Rock. (Both me and actor number one are of the opinion that it’s been years, just get over it.) Actor two talks about having sex with multiple people - which actor one quickly labels “poly” and - after a bit of explaining - actor two happily accepts. They continue to talk about the sexuality test and actor one goes full gossip girl and spills about how his girlfriend and a male friend got the same high score on the sadist category. They then do a bit of fuckboy sniggering until actor two shoves actor one hard enough for him to kick over his soda bottle. And that soda had cost him thirty crowns, thank you very much. So actor one tries to fight actor two over it. Very unsuccessfully. So actor one ends up lying on the ground moaning while actor two returns to the bench and starts up on the whole Will and Chris thing again. Actor one yells at him to stop (otherwise I’d have probably done it 😒), and actor two realises that actor one laying on the ground whimpering meant he’s masochistic - which is the perfect pairing for his sadist girlfriend. And then they all lived happily ever after.

The whole thing took about 90 minutes - which meant I had eons of time to catch my bus. I even had time to meditate a bit over the Opera House by night.

And now, here I am on a bus back to Stockholm, bum complaining about the uncomfortable seat, head complaining about the lack of sleep, stomach complaining about not enough food, and bladder complaining about having had too much to drink. And I’m still not regretting any of my life choices. Today’s been fun!

#tarjei #filmforfattere gjenoppliver teaterkunsten #that bergen accent is my villain origin story

[kteezy997]

I’m With You- Part One// Lee (Bones and All)

I haven't seen hardly any new Timothee fics on here, and like no Lee fics, so here's this. I hope you like it(:

warnings: reader abandoned by parents, lonely reader, hitchhiking, cursing, some fluff

Your parents weren’t that great. They did the bare minimum when it came to taking care of you. They gave you a warm home, clothes on your back, and enough to eat. Beyond those necessities, though, they didn’t take any interest in you and weren’t affectionate or kind in the slightest.

You just turned 18 and had finished high school, and they kicked you out, telling you to make your own way in the world. It was the mid 80s, and you had heard of kids your age hitchhiking to get around the country. You didn’t have a real destination in mind, but you took to the road anyway.

Your parents had given you a wad of cash in an envelope to get you by for awhile. But you wanted to make your funds last as long as possible, so you had taken up the way of petty theft, just to get the things you needed. You knew it was wrong, and you didn’t necessarily like doing it, but you had little other choices.

You were at a small grocery store, kneeling down and tucking tampons into your bag when you heard ruckus. It was a disorderly man, causing trouble with the staff and other customers. You turned you attention to the sound of the commotion. “What kind a grocery store runs outta lunchables?” the man grumbled loudly.

Just as he came down the same aisle as you, a young mother with a child sitting in the shopping cart came around, politely excusing herself as she passed him. She was trying not to make eye contact with the strange man. “Whoa! Tryna run me down?” he hollered after her as she hurried down the aisle. “I asked a question! Listen, ya dumb hoe!” “Don’t talk to her like that!” you yelled at him.

“Aye!” You heard another, younger, male voice call out from the other side of you. You looked over and saw a thin man, about your age, maybe slightly older. He had curly hair and the ends were a grown out pinky color and the sides were shorter than the rest of his hair. He had a bluish pink short sleeve shirt on, which you thought was a somewhat odd choice for him to wear.

“You’re outta control, buddy.” he said calmly, but firmly. You looked back over for the disgruntled man’s response. “You with the store or somethin’?” he asked, scowling. “Nah, I’m not the store, but I’m gonna escort you out of it.” the young man said, in the same plain, matter-of-fact tone. The old guy scoffed, “Fuckin see what happens!” With that, the pink haired man got in his face and next thing you knew, they were headed outside.

Even after they had left the building, you couldn’t stop thinking about the boy with the pink in his hair. There was something about him that was drawing you to him. Maybe you just needed someone. Maybe he was it. You hung around the store parking lot for a while, and noticed pink hair boy come out of an abandoned building nearby. He had the old man’s hat on, and he was pulling his shirt back on. He wiped his face absentmindedly. You didn’t really think much of it because he called out to you.

“Hey.” He said approaching you closer. “You’re still here?” You cleared your throat, feeling nervous as he addressed you. “Yeah, um, I don’t have a ride. But you seemed nice.” He smirked, “I am nice.” He then walked over to the beat up blue truck that had been sitting empty since you had walked out of the store.

“So, what happened with that guy anyway?” you asked, following him. “I took care of it. He’s not gonna bother anybody around here anymore.” He opened up the truck’s driver side door, and tossed his duffel bag onto the seat. “This your truck?” “It is now.” he said, confidently.

You inhaled through your nose, and asked, “Do you mind if I tag along with you for awhile?” “Nah, I don’t mind. Get in, let’s get out of here.” You did as he said, hurrying to the other side of the truck and letting yourself in. You sat on the cushiony seat and set your bag beside you. Part of you was giddy to finally have a companion after so long. Especially this cute and mysterious companion.

He got in behind the wheel, letting the door slam after him. “So, how old are you anyway? I’m not kidnapping someone’s kid right now am I?” “Oh, no, no. I turned 18 awhile back. No worries.” He hummed, “Okay, good to know.” he turned the key in the ignition, firing up the truck and pulling on the gearshift to begin driving.

As he drove off into the night, the two of you were silent for a while, then a few miles down the road, you asked, “So where are you headed?” “Nowhere in particular. I gotta stop by my hometown, though. I promised my little sister driving lessons.” This made you smile, “Oh, that’s sweet of you. What’s your sister’s name?”

“Kayla, Kay, or Idiot, as I call her.” he chuckled. “You two are pretty close, I guess?” You were intrigued by him, by his story and the way it would unfold before you. “Yeah, you can say that. It’s just…we’ve been through a lot. She doesn’t have a father figure or anything, so I try to do what I can when I’m around town.” “That’s really good of you…um, I just realized I don’t know your name.”

“Well, I don’t know yours yet either, stranger.” he smirked, taking his eyes off the road and glancing over at you. He was so handsome, in a rough around the edges sort of way. “I’m y/n.” “I’m Lee. I guess we’re not strangers anymore.” He then took a turn down a dirt road off of the highway.

“Wait, where are we going?” “Don’t worry, it’s just a place to stay for the night. It’s one of my buddies’ place. I wanna shower, anyway. I’m sure there’s something decent for you to sleep on. If you’re okay with that?” You shrugged, “Sure, that’s fine.” He was right, you were dying for somewhere comfy to sleep.

Lee led you into the small house. There were cigarette butts everywhere and empty pizza boxes. The place was trashed, definitely owned by someone who didn’t care to clean up after themselves. “So I’ve never actually been in here. I can’t give you like a grand tour or anything.” he said, looking around and glancing down a hallway.

“I’d say the bedroom’s down here. Follow me.” Lee instructed and you allowed him to lead you again, this time through the dingy hallway and into a bedroom. “It’s not as bad in here.” he said. And you noticed the room was kept a little cleaner than the rest of the house, so you were glad for that.

“You can sleep here. I’ll take the couch later.” he spoke again while looking around the room, at the posters on the wall. "Oh, he has Lick it Up." he said, his tone turning up in an excited way looking at a specific poster. he then turned to you, "You know KISS, don't you?" You smiled, "Yeah." "Lick it Up is the album they did without makeup." he said, looking at the record player. "I bet he has it somewhere." he said, thumbing through the album collection on the floor.

"Oh yeah, there it is." he picked the record up, showing it off to you. "I'm gonna put it on, if you don't care." You shrugged and blushed at the notion of him genuinely wanting your opinion. "Go for it." you replied. He put the record on, and turned the volume up, surely upsetting any close neighbors. Lee instantly began mouthing along with the lyrics as they played and he improvised his own dance moves. This was a person being his complete, authentic self, and living on his own terms. He didn't care if you thought his dancing was goofy, he was just letting loose.

On the contrary, you found his moves kinda sexy, especially when he started to jump up and down, really feeling the rhythm of the music and vibing. You were nearly swooning and couldn't stop smiling as he began to sing as he looked at himself in the mirror. "I'm gonna get a shower." he said, looking over at you briefly before moving across the floor to exit the bedroom.

You were then left alone, and you looked around the rest of the room. You pulled off the covers from the bed as they didn't smell the greatest, and you pulled out your own blanket that you traveled with. You heard the shower water turn on as you changed into a set of night clothes. You were tired, and grateful to have an actual bed to sleep on, no matter how springy or smelly it was. So, you got into bed, and snuggled up with your blanket, trying to feel as at home as you could.

Just as you were drifting off to sleep, you heard the loud squeaking of the floorboards. It was Lee, thankfully. "Hey," he whispered, "I didn't mean to wake you, just wanted to make sure you were settled in okay." You blinked, noticing he was shirtless and wearing only a pair of thin sweatpants. "mm-hmm." you mumbled, rubbing your eyes and stretching your back a bit.

"Alright, I'll just be in here on the couch, ya know, if ya need me." He smiled kindly. "Okay, thanks." you said in response. "Sweet dreams, y/n." he said, grabbing the doorknob and flashing you a cheeky little grin. You blushed, taking in the way he looked at you as he shut the bedroom door. You didn't know him very well yet, but Lee was making you feel things. The warm, fuzzy feelings that you didn't think were in the cards for you: an abandoned, unwanted teenager. He made you feel welcomed. He made you feel like you weren't a burden, which was not something you were accustomed to. It was as if he was actually glad to have you along with him.

@chalabagellunafluff

#timothée chalamet #bonesandall #bonesandalllee #bonesandallfanfiction #bonesandallfilm

[malex-crack]

25 days of malex

Dec. 3 Secret Santa

Alex's brows raised surprised when he unfolded the small slip of paper revealing the name written on it, Michael Guerin.

It's the school's annual Secret Santa event for each of the students. Every year each grade pulls from a hat and picks a name, having to get that person a present. He was hoping to get Liz or Maria or even Rosa, those he can do easily. But Michael Guerin, that's going to be tough. No matter how much he stares at him, studying every curl on his head, the way his brow scrunched together focusing on homework, his eyes turning gold in the sunlight, he still doesn't know much about him.

At lunch Liz and Maria were discussing their secret santas while he got lost in thought trying to figure out what to get Guerin. Michael is very closed off to everyone but the Evans twins. It's moments around them Alex catches him smiling and laughing. Maybe he could ask them what he would enjoy?

"Alex?" Liz said loudly, pulling him outta his thoughts.

He looked confused, " hm?"

" I asked who'd you get for secret santa?" Liz said softer this time.

Alex blinked, shaking the fogginess from his head, " oh uh. Guerin."

Liz and Maria shared a small smirk, and a knowing look. Alex sighed dropping his fork, " don't do that "

They shrugged innocently, " do what?"

"That look, it's just secret santa" Alex said, mentally kicking himself for telling them his crush on Guerin. " Which I have no clue what to actually get him"

" Condoms and lube for when you finally make your move, " Maria shrugged like it's obvious. " It's been years, and it's senior year now."

Liz made a face at the suggestion, "maybe a jacket?"

Alex shook his head, " no absolutely not and no to the jacket, I don't wanna cross that line."

Every suggestion didn't feel right. He kept thinking and thinking for weeks. The last week before Christmas break, he was working at the booth of the museum again when he noticed Michael there outside reading a poster. Guerin usually comes every Sunday when the museum is free to enter. He's quiet and just looks around in wonder.

Alex watched as Guerin looked at the poster in a sad, longing way. He quickly averted his eyes when Guerin looked up and walked past grumbling.

Alex watched as he went worriedly then left the booth, going over to the poster. It was the museum's annual alien finds festival. Many come and show off their 'alien' finds and talk about conspiracy theories. Alex found it stupid and ridiculous, most of the stuff was fake anyways. But it's clear Michael was interested. And lucky him the museum gave their employees two free tickets.

He could gift those to Michael and he can take whoever he wants.

Despite figuring out Michael's gift Alex never got up the courage to give it to him until Friday. Alex's heart wouldn't stop racing, his hands were sweaty making it difficult to hold the perfect wrapped box. Call him whatever but he's about to walk up to the guy he's been secretly in love with since 6th grade. He's nervous as hell.

Alex stumbled as Liz pushed him over. Alex's eyes widened, turning to stare at her. Liz smiled, shooing him away and over to Michael.

Alex sighed, taking a deep breath then walked over to where Michael was gathering books into his book bag.

When he didn't notice Alex walked up to him, Alex cleared his throat softly. Michael jumped, getting started at the noise, eyes wide looking at Alex shocked.

" Shit, sorry" Alex said quickly, " I didn't mean to scare you "

Michael nodded okay, slowly and confused. He shifted uncomfortably, waiting.

"Um, I… uh." Alex stuttered out, face reddening. " I'm uh your secret santa, here" holding up the box, with ribbon on it.

Michael brows raised surprised, softly taking the box. " Oh.. okay"

Alex watched as Michael opened it, eyes confused then lit up surprised. Alex bit back a smile.

Michael dropped his backpack down amazed, taking the tickets in hand, looking them over. " How did you get these? There expensive as hell"

" I work there, they were given free. I wouldn't have used them so" Alex said trying to hide the excited trimmer in his voice.

Michael's eyes meet his, grateful and excited. They stared at each other for a moment, after a few moments Michael cleared his throat, " uh thank you… um for these"

Alex smiled softly, " your welcome, I hope you and whoever you take enjoy it"

Michael watched him for a moment. Alex turned around ready to leave when an arm stopped him. Alex looked.

Michael hesitated, then asked, "would you wanna go with me?"

Alex's voice must've gotten stuck in his throat because he found no words to speak. Nodding excitingly seemed to be the only answer needed.

Michael smiled, " I'll pick you up around 5. We can get dinner first maybe"

Alex choked, nodding even more. Michael chuckled, picking up his bag and waving bye, heading to his next class.

Alex blinked surprised, laughing slightly. Did he just die and go to heaven?

#malex #roswell new mexico #alex manes #michael guerin #malex fic #feliciafics #alex guerin #christmas #secret santa

[eddieswh0r]

A Cup Of Joy.

Summary: Eddie and Steve work in rival coffee shops, Steve realizes he's not all that bothered about the coffee.

Requested: @elliotnoelle - i hope you like it, i think i rambled a lot🥺

EddiexSteve

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As autumn kicked in coffee seemed to be an absolute must from people, more than normal. Which is a good job Hawkins had more than one coffee shop, it had 2, not all that much of a difference but it sure did take the load off Steve when the new one opened. Yes, Steve. Steve 'The Hair' Harrington. The former Scoops Ahoy! and Family video employee, now working at a coffee shop, not that it was his calling but after being fired from family video for allowing his adopted children free movies there wasn't much choice.

"No. I CANNOT give you free juice! You remember why i was fired from Family Video right? because of you little assholes" with one hand on his hip and the other one outstretched pointing and the children in from of him. Dustin, Mike and Lucas. "Steve, buddy. It's just a juice box man." Dustin grinned from ear to ear, his braces showing. Steve ran his hands through his hair "Dustin, i swear to god. You assholes need to get out of here, if my boss catches you that'll be another job i won't have because of you little shits!" Steve motioned towards the door for them to leave. "Fine then Steve, we don't care anyway. We'll go across to Ground Up. I'm sure as shit Eddie will give us free juice. He's nicer than you" What? and sure, just as Dustin said, Steve watched them push their bikes over to Ground Up, the new coffee shop that rivaled Steve. As he watched through the window he saw the all too familiar look of shoulder length brown curls coming out from behind the counter, wearing a black apron, he watched as they exchanged hugs and Eddie passed them over juice.

"Fuckin' Munson, he just had to go and.. had to go and get a job there didn't he? Always trying to outdo me, well not this time. We have better coffee" Steve mumbled, narrowing his eyes, cup in hand and tea towel in the other.

"There's no one in here, who are you talking to Dingus?" Robin made Steve jump so hard he dropped the cup.

"Ah thanks for that Robin, That's coming outta my pay check" with a sigh he grabbed the dustpan and brush and started to brush up the ceramic.

"So, hate to break it to ya Stevie boy, buuuuut.. Their coffee is better, its so creamy and smooth. Yours is not. Your coffee is bitter Steve, bit like you really" Robin laughed at her own words, leaning against the counter.

"Thanks Robin, what are best friends for?" Steve replied, his face dead pan and tone blunt.

"Steve, look. They actually have customers." pointing across the road, Robin held in a laugh, trying to keep a straight face.

"Right! That's it, I'm going over. What has Munson got over there that i haven't?" Steve placed a sign on the door reading 'Back in 5'.

"A personality?" Robin smirked, nearly falling out of the door as Steve was shooing her out.

Steve and Robin made the short way over the street so he could see what the fuss was. His brow furrowed as the approached, seeing the sea of people inside.

"Excuse me please, coming through, Excuse ME" Robin shoved herself in between people to get through the crowd with Steve in tow because she damn well knew Steve would just stand there and not say anything till someone moved out his way.

Music was playing at just the right volume that people could hear it but also hear themselves having a conversation, a wide variety of posters stuck to the counter stating there will be live music every Saturday lunchtime, the smell of coffee was sweet and filled the air.

"Guys! Guys!" Steve rolled his eyes at the familiar voice shouting over to him and Robin, all Steve could see were two hands waving in the air at them through the crowd until he appeared, squeezing out from between two customers.

"This is mental right? Like its just coffee" Eddie shakes his head overwhelmed

"Mhm, what've you put in the coffee then Munson? Drugs was it? Why is everyone here and not at my place? Steve folded his arms across his chest

"Like i said, don't be like your coffee Steve" Robin chimed in, nudging him with her shoulder

"Hey listen man, I'm just as shocked as you are" Eddie held his hands up in defense "It's only my third day here and it's been nothing but relentless, but check it out.. i look GOOD in an apron huh?" Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at Steve making him blush, cheeks tinting a flush of pink.

"I- I need to get back to my shop, c'mon robin. You can help me close up" Steve pushes Robin towards the door

"Uh yeah, Sure. Wait before you go.. just try it?" Eddie pushes a take-out cup into Steves hand, smiling softly "Please?". As Steve grabs the cup, he avoids the gaze of Eddies big brown eyes looking at him through his eyelashes and heads back over with Robin to close up.

"See, i told you that shit was good. Didn't i?!" Robin looked smug, legs swinging, as she sat on the work top that Steve had tried to shoo her off countless times.

"I am not admitting its better than my coffee, i simply refuse to let Munson have his moment" Steve grabs a wooden brush to start sweeping up while Robin had jumped off the side to start wiping the tables, tables which had gone unused all day.

"You just admit it dingus! Whatever stupid battle you have going on with Eddie you can say he's won this one. Besides, he made you blush too, saw your lil' cheeks go pink" Steve shot a look to Robin as she grinned

"Don't be so ridiculous Robin, i did not blush. It was getting warm in there, you did see all those people right?" Steve threw a cloth at Robin and continued sweeping.

As Steve flopped onto his bed after a particularly easy but annoying day he recalled over the events. Eddie had in fact made him blush, Steves cheeks tinted pink again just thinking about it. Dammit. He hated to admit it but Eddie did look good wearing an apron.

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Turning around the open sign on the door, Steve looked over at a queue already beginning to form across the street. Placing his hands on his hips he huffed, eyes scanning over the shop stopping at Eddie behind the window who was frantically waving at Steve, grinning. Steve gave a nod and held up a hand and head inside to stand behind the counter, ready to serve absolutely nobody.

Lunchtime fast approached and Steve had served one lady, well, in fact she came in to use the toilet and requested a glass of tap water, which was free. Leaning on the counter, chin resting on his knuckles, he looked out the window over to Ground Up. Eddie was absolutely rushed off his feet and Steve felt a little guilty, he thought about running over to help but by the time he'd argued with himself if it was a good idea, he saw Eddie collapsing down into a chair, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

"Hey, how's the most shittest coffee in Hawkins?" Steve had found himself stood at the counter of the rivaling coffee shop, he'd decided to lock up shop early, not much earlier than normal, and head over. Not like he had much business anyway.

"Harrington, You talk shit" Eddie glanced over from his shoulder, he was bent over placing some cups on a bottom shelf. Between his trousers looking particularly tight around his ass as he bent over and the apron pulling in his waist, Steves mouth went dry and something was stirring.

"I- It was busy earlier huh? I saw through the window" Steves eyes quickly moved from where they were staring when Eddie stood up facing him.

"Spying on me now are you Harrington? Can you not keep your eyes off me? It's the apron isn't it?" Eddie winked causing Steve to shift on the spot embarrassed

"No, N-No. I was, I was just.. There was a this leaf and a bird, and, and the bird was chasing the leaf and.." Steve get it together you're rambling on, he thought to himself.

"Ah my two favorite shit-heads" Robin bounced through the door, knocking a stool over in her more than hyper mood. Steve couldn't have thanked Robin for interrupting at a better time.

As you all chatted, time passed and it was time for Eddie to close up. Steve and Robin gave him a hand and waited as they'd decided to grab a pizza on the way home and Eddie had offered to drop them off.

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Waking up on what was finally his day off Steve already missed the frantic waves of Eddie across the street in a morning, he always had a massive grin on his face as he did so. Steve didn't know why but he just really needed to see Eddie, he'd never laughed this much around someone, not even with Robin. There was a fuzzy feeling in Steves chest every time he saw Eddie and he craved that feeling again. A stirring in Steves pants knocked him from his thoughts, that's just morning wood surely? No reason behind it.

Steve stood in the queue waiting to go inside Ground Up, why his hands were clammy he'd no idea, it was a brisk autumn day. Wiping them down the front of his jeans he finally got into the coffee shop and sat on a stool.

"I'll be with you in a min hot stuff" Eddie called over to Steve while taking a tray of mugs over to a table, Steve adjusted himself in his seat, there was that fuzzy feeling again. As the morning rush died down just before the lunchtime rush hit, Eddie had a bit of free time and plonked himself down next to a very flustered Steve.

"Why'd ya come down on your day off? Can't you get enough of me big boy?" Eddie grinned and Steves cheeks hit that pink color, which was very noticeable.

"Well, I-. Uhm.. I just wanted a coffee. Y'know? That shit coffee you sell is kinda addictive" Steve avoided eye contact because he knew looking into Eddies eyes would set off that feeling.

"Harrington, you needa stop calling it shit sweetheart. You know it's a winner and i wanna hear your dirty little mouth admit it" Steves eyes widened at what Eddie just said. Eddie jumped down from the stool and walked round the counter to make Steve a coffee.

"What? sorry i didn't catch that last bit" Steve rubbed his arm trying to ignore the fact that when Eddie said that it made his dick jump.

"I said you gotta stop calling my coffee shit, sweetheart. you know it's the best you've had and i wanna hear your dirty. little. mouth admit it" Eddie sported a shit-eating grin, Steve swallowed the lump in his throat. All the blood rushing from his head and straight to his dick.

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"Steve don't be a god damn baby. You gotta tell him, you've felt like this for weeks now and it's kinda bugging me you've done nothing about it." Robin huffed as she took another sip of coffee "And ask him what coffee they use cos this? It's still bitter." She stuck her tongue out pulling a disgusted face

"No, No, No. Not a chance, What? I walk right up to him and say 'Oh hi Eddie, just wanted to tell you i fell in love with you weeks ago. thanks, bye.'" Steve looked defeated as he rested his head on his hand, staring out the window across to the rivaling coffee shop.

For weeks now Steve had been making any excuse possible to go over there, closing up early, pretending he was interested in the coffee and what cups they used. When in reality, he soon figured out that he'd fallen in love with the metalhead who worked at the coffee shop across from his.

"Steve i swear to god if you don't tell him i will, I'm sick of you looking like a kicked puppy, you're no fun" Robin shoved his arm, making his head slip off his hand.

"Oh well I'm SO sorry my love life is an inconvenience to you little Miss; I can't ask Vickie out because I'm soooo scared" Steve said sitting up in the chair and folding his arms across his chest, suddenly coming to the realization.. "Robin.." Steves voice quiet "Uhm, I- I'm male, Eddie, he's uh, he's into girls"

"Steve, are you serious?" Robin exhaled a snorting laugh "Steve i can bet on your hair he's not just into the ladies" Robin emphasized on ladies, she laughed patting Steves shoulder.

Steve paced round his bedroom all that night, hands in his hair then hands on his hips and then back to his hair again, changing the same two positions and he flapped about what robin said, to come clean about his feelings to Eddie. Steve had another day off tomorrow and he'd previously told Eddie he'd help him out with his shift as Saturday afternoons got pretty busy with whatever live band was performing this week, but Steve didn't care about that. He just wanted to see Eddie again, he needed to, because tomorrow, he was going to tell him.

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The music from the band filled the coffee shop and Steve offered his help to Eddie like he promised he would, 3-4 people occupied each table and business was thriving. Steve couldn't help feel a little jealous that it wasn't his shop but seeing Eddie beaming with a smile was more than enough for Steve to forget all about the rivalry between the shops.

"Harrington, table 7. Did they get their order?" Eddie reached for a cup the same time as Steve making their hands brush together, the contact made shivers travel down Steves spine

"If you wanna hold my hand Harrington, you just gotta ask" Eddie chuckled as he grabbed another cup and poured coffee, Steves cheeks burned crimson.

"What a day huh? Thanks for all your help Stevie boy. I couldn't have done it without you" Eddie flipped the open sign to closed and head towards the back "C'mon, we're not done quite yet. Stock check"

"So we just needa check all the dates and then cou- yeah you already know, You work in one too" Eddie laughed walking into the stock room with Steve following closely behind "Just watch for the.." as Steve closed the door behind him, Eddie yelled "..THE DOOR" Steve pulled the handle but it wouldn't budge

"The door locks from the outside man" Eddie rubbed his hands over his face "We're stuck, nice one Harrington. You idiot" Eddie snapped

"Hey! If you'd have said BEFORE i closed it, i wouldn't have shut it, would i? Asshole." Steve fired back, Eddie shook his head annoyed and grabbed the clipboard from the back of the door "Just start over there. Harrington." Eddie said in a very blunt tone. They both worked their way around the shelves which passed a bit of time.

Shouting's of 'help' and 'is anyone there' failed to attract any attention whatsoever so both of them resorted to sitting on the floor, backs against the door. The awkward silence for over an hour was too much to bare, This was the perfect opportunity for Steve to confess to Eddie about how he felt.

"Hey, uhm.. Munson? I- I- There's erm-." Steve was cut off by Eddie letting out a big sigh

"I'm sorry i snapped at you man, that was pretty shitty of me right?" Eddie ran his hands through his hair "We're gonna be stuck here for fuckin' hours man"

"Eddie, I-" Steve was yet again interrupted by Eddie rambling on

"See i love working here, but it just gets so busy y'know? Like i get so many tips, which I've been saving. Hoping to get Wayne the new cap he's been wanting" Eddie laughed to himself "It'll end up on the trailer wall but it's the thought that matters, or something li-."

"Munson will you just shut up! Jesus." Steve exhaled some air from his nose clearly agitated about being cut off twice

"Alright, jeez man." Eddie held his hands up "Was just saying i wanted to save up for a new cap fo-" This time Eddie was cut off by Steve, there were no words, just Steves lips on Eddies. Eddie pulled away and looked straight into Steves eyes which were filled with worry, not knowing if Eddie was going to hit him or curse him.

"Harrington, Wh-What.." Steve placed a finger on Eddies lips to shush him

"It's my turn to speak, Munson" Steve inhaled a big breath, he moved himself so he was sat directly in front of Eddie and it all came pouring out "Listen to me, okay? You annoy the fuck outta me Munson but I'm in love with you. I love you every second of the day and I've never loved anyone as i love you. You are on my god damn mind every waking moment. I know it all sounds very strange and sudden but I'm certain of it." Steve scrunched his eyes shut, realizing he'd just blatantly fucked the friendship.

"Harrington.." Eddies voice quiet and soft, Steve still had his eyes closed, head tilted towards the floor "Steve look at me" Eddie placed one finger under Steves chin, tilting his head up to look at him and Steve slowly opened one eye, the other one still scrunched up

"What took you so long, sweetheart? I've been flirting with you for like weeks" A shit-eating grin spread across eddies face and Steves lips parted as his mouth fell open, Eddie couldn't resist seeing Steves plump lips vulnerable and bare like that and with a swift lick of his own they soon crashed down on Steves.

Moans of pleasure, needing and want filled the silence of the stock room, tongues writhing around into each others mouths as Steves hands explored Eddies torso. Steve pulled back breathless, a string of saliva breaking between them. Steves eyes as dark as the night sky, Eddie resorted to latching onto Steves neck at the loss of contact of lips, a moan dragged from Steves throat.

Unbeknownst to Steve and Eddie, Robin had been calling out for them for the past 5 minutes after Steve had failed to meet her after helping Eddie with the shift. A clatter in the store room attracted her attention and she pressed an ear to the door, the faint voices of something about an' apron' and 'keep it on' heard from Steve.

"I knew i called you big boy for a reason"

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I'm not too happy with this, I've got the worst block EVER!!!

#eddie x steve #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie #harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson smut #steve smut #fanfic #coffeshop #joseph quinn #joe keery #maya lopez #maya hawke #writers block #joe quinn #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie fanfic #x reader #steve stranger things #steve x reader

[x-heartofthecards-x]

@keithhoward

​“..You’re a weird guy, you know that?” For a moment, Keith considered just taking the puzzle to get rid of himself, but bit back the thought. He didn’t like all this risky business surrounding it- and if the ghost was gone anyway what was even the point of keeping it?- but he didn’t need to be three-for-three on antagonizing this kid every time they ran into each other. He just hoped the puzzle wasn’t as unlucky as Yugi seemed to think. If he needed any more convincing not to do something stupid though, Yugi’s next words did the trick. “Really fuckin’ weird,” he mused again, “You didn’t know what I’d do after. I coulda come in here just to kick your ass. What good would the right thing’ve been then?” He snorted at the “glad you’re not dead” comment though, remarking, “Too late for that. But thanks.” It didn’t seem like Yugi was going anywhere soon, so Keith sighed and slid back down into a squat. “Yeah, shit, you got it kind of rough with the whole social media thing,” he shrugged in agreement, “But hey, least everyone’s got attention spans the size of an ant these days. You’ll be outta the news cycle in a day tops, and those vultures will have some other sucker to pick apart in your place.”

Yugi glanced back up at the American and gave a little chuckle as he said, “Yeah. I can hope that they just move on pretty quick. But the internet is forever and I am sure that my crying face will haunt me for years to come.”

He tilted his head and said, “Sorry for trauma dumping on you, Keith. I mean, I appreciate you coming to check on me. It was a really kind thing to do, but you definitely didn’t sign up for my life story. For what it is worth, I really appreciate it though.”

The smaller man pushed himself up from the floor with a groan and brought his hands up to try to wipe away some of the makeup that was giving him a distinctly racoon look after his freak out. Cleaning it up didn’t work very well despite the valiant effort. In fact, he probably messed it up worse. But he let out a deep breath and shrugged as he asked, “Do you drink? Because I think I very much need one. If you wanted to join me, I wouldn’t say no to your company.”

#keithhoward #bandit keith #closed roleplay #roleplay tags: #keithhoward1 #sorry that this took so long! life got CRAZED.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Mortuary.

[WARNING: This chapter contains minor elements of body horror and gore.]

...

*At Hone’s Scrapyard, Emilia Feng’s goons for hire patrol the area, blissfully unaware of the intruders already on site.

GUAGH! ACGH! GAAHAHAHAGH!

!!?

!!?

*Byakuya and Toko sneak up behind the guard by the entrance. Byakuya sweeps his feet out from under him and stamps on his chest, while Toko procures her taser and shocks his lights out.

Welp. The hard part’s over.

You’re gonna wish you hadn’t said that in a little bit.

*They enter the site.

So, this is where Fang Inc. took the truck they used after the attack on the docks?

That’s right. The truck they used to kidnap Hiro. But what we don’t know is why they brought it here.

Then let’s see what we can get our hands on.

Remember this Toko. Jill will be a useful asset should we need to fight our way out, but there are several reasons why we should try to avoid combat for now. Let’s rely on our stealth skills to see us through here.

That’s fine. I’m kinda tired after what happened earlier today anyway. If I use my taser to switch between us too much, I might pass out...at best...

*Byakuya turns and looks towards the horizon. The sky is turning a blissful purple.

Dawn’s breaking. Let’s see if we can finish up here by sunrise...

...!

Byakuya...is that it...?

It could be...!

*After checking the coast is clear, Byakuya and Toko crawl towards the vehicle.

Jesus...it’s totally trashed.

But the license plate and ID is perfectly intact. This is definitely our getaway car.

Looks like it’s as I suspected. They’re in the middle of wrecking the evidence.

Let’s hope not with Hiro still inside it.

Well, he’s not here, is he? Let’s see...

*He starts to pull parts of the car out.

Ah!

What?

The dash cam is in complete shambles, but there are radio devices built into these cars. They appear to have picked up some audio.

*Byakuya removes the device, fiddles with it and starts to play back the audio.

Employee 1: Jeez Louise...

Employee 2: What’s up?

Employee 1: Didn’t take half a lot of fucking effort to bring that guy with the dreadlocks into custody. He started kicking and screaming, begging to be let go as soon as we pulled him outta the car.

Employee 2: Did you use the anesthetic?

Employee 1: Yeah, we had to in the end, as much as it’s against protocol. Figured he could scream forever if we didn’t.

Employee 2: What’s with that look on your face?

Employee 1: I just don’t understand how someone like that could be classified as a “high-priority target.” Seems like a normal scared civvy to me...Well, he is Japanese, but you know what I mean. Do you know who he is?

Employee 2: Hell no. But based on how things currently look, even if I did, I wouldn’t talk about it. You know what I mean?

They definitely took him here...

But it’s unclear whether he’s still here or not.

My money’s on no. From the way they were talking, it sounds like they drugged him and moved him already.

Damn...they moved faster than I thought...

So now what? Was all this pointless?

...Not quite...

Even if Hiro isn’t still here, there’s a chance the guys who kidnapped him left something behind.

We should keep searching.

Alright...But where do we even start?

Wherever. Just keep your eyes peeled, and try not to get caught.

[20 minutes later...]

...

...

*Byakuya and Toko continue to investigate the dumping ground, avoiding the guards and eventually, arriving at the door of a small yellow building.

Is it just me, or does this one building look kind of out of place?

You’re right. It can’t be the management office, because that was near the entrance. This one is hidden from sight unless you traverse behind the piles of trash.

It looks like it’s used for something else. I say we break in and find out...

Say no more...

*Toko takes a few steps back, and lunges at the door.

HIYAGH!

*CRASH!*

*She knocks the door off it’s hinges, and puts her taser to her head, ready to turn into Jill should she need to. However, she lowers the taser upon realizing no one else is in the building.

You didn’t even need to turn into Jill to do that.

Hehe. I’ve been training myself, so that I can take some of the load.

Anyways...what’s all this?

I don’t know...but I don’t like how they’re shaped...

Huh?

*Byakuya points to the objects around the room. The area is lined with technologically-powered boxes, with buttons on them.

...I think we should open them up.

How do we do that?

Let me try this...

*Byakuya reaches over to the box nearest to him.

...

...

!!!??

!!!??

*The box starts shooting some frigid steam out, and the hatch on the top opens up...revealing a face inside.

No...No way...!

Shit...! It’s as I thought...!

You...You mean...!?

Remember what I said about how scrapyards and dumping grounds are places you dispose of things you don’t want?

These boxes are cold lockers...This building is a mortuary...!

!!!??

Toko-! Toko!? What are you doing!?

*Before Byakuya can stop her, Toko rushes round to all the boxes in the room and switches all of them open. She frantically peeks into each one to take a look at each body’s face. When she does the round, she rests on the shelf and breathes a huge sigh of relief.

No sign of anyone we know...Hiro isn’t here, and neither is Hina.

I told you that he was still alive.

Still...for some reason, the fact that they’re using this place as a dumping ground for dead bodies doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. The more we look into Emilia Feng, the more disturbed she becomes.

It’s worse than you think. Remember how Fang Inc. secretly start wars and destroy property?

With that as a cover story, they can kill whoever they want and get away with it. They just have to pretend that the person’s body was recovered after the fighting.

Some of these look like they’ve been hanging out here for a while too...

...Wait...

What?

...

Byakuya, I know this sounds crazy, but...There’s something off about this corpse...

Help me get it out of the box.

What!?

Just trust me!

...Alright, but we’re putting it straight back. 

*Toko and Byakuya open the box all the way and procure the body.

Hrngh...Brgh...I think I’m gonna be sick.

This was YOUR idea.

I know, I know...But it’s gonna get a little more grim...

*Toko takes her scissors, and out of nowhere, plunges them into the side of the corpses head.

What are you-!? Oh...!

*Byakuya immediately notices her intent. The corpse has an irregular lump of metal sticking in the side of her head. Toko uses her scissors to cut it out.

UGH! God, this sucks! I can’t do this!

Here. Let me help.

*Byakuya places his hands over hers and helps her dig the metal out of the corpse’s head.

Right, well, I’m never doing THAT again!

That was brave of you, I will commend you on that much.

Hehe...Thanks...I even got you to hold my hand...

A-Anyway, what IS this?

I thought you knew...Given how you were eager to remove it.

Sorry for doing a Kiyotaka here, but the left side of the head is not typically where a lump of metal is kept!

Point taken.

*Byakuya picks up the metal.

What in the world is this-

*CLICK!*

Ah!?

*He accidently presses a button, and a stick jots out of lump.

It’s a hard drive!?

Doesn’t look to be a very powerful one...But it seems to still be intact...

What!? Why would someone have a hard drive wedged into their skull!?

Hm...

*Byakuya looks back at the corpse.

Judging from the state of her body, aside from the gaping hole we just put in her brain...She appears to have died fairly recently...Possibly even a few hours ago.

Let’s put her back inside her locker, and then get out of here. Something tells me whatever’s on this hard drive is important.

But...what about Hiro?

Unfortunately, it appears he’s not here, and there doesn’t seem to be anything of him left here either.

Unless whatever’s on this drive points us to him. It’s our last shot.

But even if we fail here today, we’re still not out yet. I’m confident that Hiro’s still in the country, and we can still save him.

I really hope you’re right...

[10 Minutes Later...]

*Toko and Byakuya leave the scrapyard and take refuge in an internet café. Byakuya cleans the hard drive and plugs it into the laptop.

...!

What?

That’s interesting...

What is!?

The drive is empty, save for one file - a 1 minute 40 seconds audio recording.

*He hands Toko some headphones. They simultaneously put them on.

Brace yourself...

*He presses play...

*The recording starts up, with a brief moment of silence, until a nervous voice starts to speak through it. The tone of her voice indicates she is crying.

???: Maya...Maya, can you hear me? It’s me, Marisha...

Marisha: I’m...I’m really sorry...But it’s already too late...

Marisha: After you told me about the Kerokuma Initiative, I looked into it, and I realized something horrifying...The project...it’s already finished...

Marisha: Emilia is ready to launch the Kerokuma robots at any given moment. With the push of a button, she can send out her frogs and take over the whole country...and there’s only one...sick...twisted reason why she hasn’t yet.

Marisha: The government have caught on that she was responsible for the death of the Police Commissioner, since his last reported action was visiting the company...And Emilia KNOWS they’re onto her...so she’s waiting for them...!

Marisha: In a few days time, the government’s top inspectors are going to Fang Inc’s central HQ to shut the project down...and when they arrive, Feng’s gonna wipe them all out in one go!

*The sounds of marching footsteps and angry yelling can be heard in the background.

Marisha: When the current state runners are gone, Emilia plans to take over parliament, and rule over the entire USA...! I know it sounds ridiculous, like some cartoon supervillain, but she’s serious! And with the Kerokuma’s algorithm being set to target anyone and anything that could pose a threat to her, she can do it!

Marisha: Even if the Kerokuma’s themselves are destroyed, she has a program that will automatically re-engineer the AI and produce thousands more at the drop of a hat, and then-! Then...hehe...Sorry...you always did hate it when I used big, hard to understand words...

Marisha: Maya...I’m sorry, but there’s only one way we can stop her now, and I intend to take the risk...I can’t promise I’ll succeed, and I’m sorry, because if I fail...we’re all screwed...

Marisha: I can’t let it happen...and without her...it doesn’t... ...Maya...I’m about to do something awful...

*The sound can be heard of a machine gun being loaded.

Marisha: Or at least, people will say it’s awful. If they knew what we did, maybe they’d think better of me! 

Marisha: They wouldn’t think of us as monsters or terrorists! ...But I need to stop THIS terrorist, no matter the cost! So if you’re listening to this message...then you know what happened to me...

Marisha: I’m...I’m SORRYYY!

???: There she is!

Marisha: HAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGH!

*The recording cuts out with the sound of screaming and rapid gunfire...

...

...

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #byakuya togami #toko fukawa #into the ocean arc

[lustfillollipop]

This is my last time

Hear n said that a million times

Stole touching me and my heart

Emotions fucked from start

Get outta my life

Demonics n undertake my life

Go for it cuz I'm no good

I'll cloak too face covered w hood

Wild n smoked

Dark eyes meet bright

Feel forever revoked

Take me down w you

Cuz this level defeats me and you

What the fuck did I deserve

To get the deep end treading water hardly stayin above it

The man I once had

The one married to n ended bad

I hope he can forgive me

But hard for me to see the things clearly

But forever been a day

I cry instead of let laughter out anyway

I give my front n haven't got one

I need for much these days

N now my palms are sore

I don't wanna forgive and forget

Can we just act different n oretend we never met

Im rotting inside out

He's spelled every word in the spell perfectly out

Im tricked n hypnotized by all the words going through my ears n passed my eyes

Csnt seem to get Shit done

Stuck surfing n uncomfortable w people I thought used to be fun

Now dreary n dab n dull

I'm needing to move quick n now down from the addict

I'll slow my intake

I've met some huge big mistake

Im left dry n cold n sad

Shiverred under the blanket of memories of then

I want for u need

Help too much n out myself high uo to jump off the balcony

Flat I land 9 lives bullshit

Now im intro t if god faced w all the shit I forhot to repent n forgive

So my judgement times here

How'd thos stupid bitch slut whore do this time screw it bad or is she in the clear

Bitch is into clear alright but I think I need to see more n it'll be scary esoecially at night

I'm leah dumbass Cox who listens too much to people who don't talk

In my mind I met you

Now I'm ford Dr been searching to never let you

Go n slip away

But seems to be the ladder n im outta it all inckudibg you ..keft swiftly

I'm understood not at all

But im still trying to work throughmy mgk downfall

I cant n won't but ebd up

Doing exactly what i said it give up

Im emotional but have it less

With bkocked Shit out n I get all undressed

Bare naked n kinda a lady

Nothi g but bones skin n a beating heart maybe

That ticjs but not too much longer

I know times up me to pick or him on the side im not a kion mainly a cancer ctabby n swimming thirsty all the time

I wanted n got

Then I got unwanted Shit then skiooed up outta brain n forgot

Im easily forgotten

No impression left except the words I hit down...ventin

This is a call from the judge

Big guy hey u gimme some love

But then im kicking it out bubble surounded

Sad to say im me

Dry n not be yet founded

Divirced single n yet to g bigger

Shaved head growing little day by day unsealed mouth

No kissing sexual or any more coming out my mouth

Im sexually defiant

In the mood swing n rising up n down slowly

Between a rock but wanna be on

Now I feel some good stuff bouts to come on

He it or whatever tries to make me Help us someway anyway n it's doing its job now I know u can just me outta my funk come with me let's go not faking it mister for a the big trunk

I know that I'm smirking cuz im opposite of defiant u know I love u between n in me

Its not the first time for u

U seen this stupid type before n u hardly come thru

I'll find u n want u more but I know you're girl has demons w me n wants to even the score.

I don't wish that I didn't know

Imunfavored n not easy on the eyes like I maybe used to

Heavy u push in I feel your weight

Hips dig deep n within me u lay

I'm just trying to stay forever pull u in even more

Barley breathing n can see anyone around us anymore

My favorite thing n I gotta let u go

Cuz I put me in last n I like the front row

So when I are real ready singly tangible

U come back to me or just wait don't go

#mysadlife

[andthebubbles]

heartstopper 2x05-08 (yeah i decided to finish watching it tonight)

heartstopper 2x05

uhhh so nick and charlie just ran off from the louvre without telling the teachers? hahahahahaaha

darcy!!! grrrrr

as much as i don't care for tao and elle's storyline, it was nice when they finally (? i can't remember if they kissed before this) fucking kissed

ben continues to be annoying

not much to say, really

onwarddddd

heartstopper 2x06

sooo the teacher thing is kinda awkward bc like... just... offering to share a single bed like sorta outta nowhere? skjfngkfjg okay well whatever

yay nick finally said it/came out

darcyyyy <3

why the hell was ben at the party and why was he let in when harry wasn't, i thought everyone hated him, and it's not like he seemed to have any friends at the party anyway, he was just standing around and then he made a fuss in the truth or dare game

truth or dare btw when it involves peer pressure like that sucks

i like tao and elle a lot better now that they're together. they're really cute. esp when they kicked charlie out of the toilet even though he needed to pee lol

i know i said the teacher thing was a bit weird but i meant, more like how it seems to be beginning... you'd think two adults who work together would do it a bit more carefully in case it goes pear-shaped?? also i kinda like mr farouk when he hasn't got a stick up his arse lol, and ajayi is fine ofc

aaah nearly forgot to mention: nick's dad is a fucking dickkkk. absent fathers make me so mad

kinda feeling for isaac here. i also don't like kissing people, it's gross, and people put suchhh importance on kissing... is it meant to feel good or...? all it is is just saliva-ey and wet and gross and sometimes you can even smell the saliva which is ew

heartstopper 2x07

okay before i forget to say it, omg why didn't charlie block ben ages ago on insta

i had already seen charlie's speech to ben on tumblr a few days ago so it didn't get me as pumped (it was very good though) but

NICK'S speech at the dinner table SKSJDNFKNGKFJGN THAT got me pumped (for two broad reasons: 1. yeah why care/who gives a fuck when your dad doesn't give a fuck about you, 2. re your dad seeing you twice a year or some shit like that... so i have an aunt who lives in one country, and her husband lives in the neighbouring country, and they probably only see each other like twice a year, and they're not divorced, and like, what the FUCK are you guys doing; my mum told me she used to (or still does) get really sad about it, so, you know, that thing with nick and his dad really hit hard, even though it's not affecting me personally; i'm just so mad at that dickhead uncle)

also i love tori so much, i so wanted her to stab her fork straight down on david's arm instead of just using her fingers. and then i wanted her to play some major prank on david when she was in the bathroom, like how matilda changed her dad's ... hair product thing into bleach

darcy aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah (yeah my mum makes a fuss if i wanna wear a suit too :( ) (she looks gorgeous in a suit btw)

isaac is really going through it huh... like, the bit at the mall/shopping area

(btw so... the UK has sixth form-specific schools? heccc)

heartstopper 2x08

that last scene with nick and charlie!! jdkjgnfkjgkjk

and tara and darcy!!! i felt sorry for tara when she was at the prom but then you also know that darcy's going through some serious shit and... yeah. her home life is awful!! where did she go that night after the prom? i hope tara's parents let her stay over foreverrrr

is tori aroace as well? if we is... could we just have an ace person in s3 if there's an s3...

i detecttt imogen/sahar lol

#heartstopper #heartstopper spoilers #ramble.txt

[whenyourunlabeledbutlabeled]

Inosuke with a chaotic s/o?

just, the embodiment of chaos. Like, probably has rabies’s, always doing something, even in their fuckin sleep, and constantly getting hurt from doing stupid shit.

just straight up feral.

also has probably tried to fight hand in hand with a demon but almost died.

might have growled at a demon before, which was weird for everyone, but it worked, somewhat

🪶—

Hello first feather anon,I'm about to strike the fesr of god into Inosuke, my favorite menace.

INOSUKE

Inosuke was probably fighting something, probably Tanjiro, and when you started rustling around in the bushes or whatever, his head immediately snapped around and he started yelling

"HEY YOU WHATEVER YOU ARE! COME OUT YOU COWARD AND FIGHT ME!"

When you came out, Tanjiro was probably genuinely surprised you weren't a demon. Inosuke definitely thought you were though, But when he started charging at you, he promptly got his ass handed to him by a rabid gremlin that bites.

In the weird mansion where you were messing around with Inosuke, when you found a demon and it growled you growled back??

"(WRONGLY PRONOUNCED NAME) YOU RABID SQUIRREL! YOU GOT YOUR WEAPON STOLEN WHAT ARE YOU-"

"did they just- WAIT (badly pronounced name) NO STO-"

"Are they fighting that thing bare handed."

When you got your ass kicked he joined in, and you ended up with six (6) broken ribs and a few fingers broken too.

Hey I mean you did get his respect after that..?

Ok for plot reasons, you slept next to Inosuke.

And you also ended up crawling into his bed and shuffling around untill he woke up and almost tried to kill you.

I mean you did scare the living daylights outta him with those glow in the dark eyes of yours 💀💀

He keeps on calling you a rabid gremlin, to the point when he yells the word 'gremlin' you come running thinking you need to bite somebody.

Respects the fact you bite everybody. Except him. Then you start dating. And then the biting starts.

Your not even trying to be mean either he just has very bitable arms, I wanna sink my teeth into those things too.

Starts having top notch reflexes because you WILL lunge at him anywhere, anytime.

You guys are bandage buddies now, when one is at the butterfly mansion, chances are the other is gonna purposely get hurt so they can stay together.

Very cute menaces, my favorite ship, rabid s/I and Inosuke.

BONUS!!!!

Kamaboko squad!!

In some mission you had to go on, the demon took your weapon(s?) And you ended up biting and clawing anything that dared to look at you, Zenitsu was not spared that day, ended up with so many bandages everywhere on him.

Tanjiro

Probably a little concerned, but see your as his little sibling anyways.

Remember that scene where Nezuko just got turned and she tries to bite Tanjiro?

You and him except it's somebody you absolutely despise.

Zenitsu

You are a second, more feral version of Inosuke to him, even more scared when he finds out you and him are dating.

Low-key wonders how you both even know what dating is 💀

If you like Zenitsu in general, y'all end up with you throwing yourself at him and rubbing your face on his chest like a cat while Inosuke fumes, Tanjiro tried to get you off him so you can continue going to your next mission, and Zenitsu is screaming.

Nezuko

We're gonna assume your a little attached to her.

Probably sees you as her younger brother.

You probably are a very good dou in battle when Insouke isn't present, which is very surprising considering you are both probably very clingy.

If your a demon, you both go into the box while Insouke is raging about it.

If human, you make flower crowns at night.

Thank you so much for requesting!

Hope it didn't take to long!!

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Anklets and Necklaces

Inspired by this tweet.

@5-secondsofcolor I’m not sorry.

Female Reader insert. NSFW Content (18+). My smut writing is hella rusty. So I do apologize, whoops.

_______________

Calum plays at the anklet, spinning it around and around her joint as her legs are crossed and resting in his lap. The gold jewellry is hardly ever taken off since he gave it to her. In return, she gifted him a chain with a tiny pendant with her initial etched into the back of it. The front of it is an arrowhead. He wears it so often now, that when it’s off, he feels a little incomplete. It’s an easy gesture to carry her everywhere with him.

“Okay we gotta decide what to eat for lunch like now or I’m going to get hangry,” she states.

Calum glances up from his phone, to see her still scrolling on hers. “Oh no. Not hangry,” he teases. But he knows she means it. Her warnings have about a thirty minute window, just enough for a delivery if they get something simple. Or if they want something more complicated, they need to find a snack now while the main course is cooking. “What do you want? Thai? Mexican?”

“Would you hate me if I said I really just wanted nuggets from McDonalds?”

The pout on her lips makes him laugh, “No, I could never. Usual then?”

“Yes, please.”

Stretching across the length of her, Calum pushes his lips together, trying to ask for a kiss. She laughs in return and squeezes his cheeks. “Be lucky you’re cute,” she states before lifting up slightly to meet his lips. “And squishy.”

“Ain’t nothing on me squishy,” he huffs, straightening back up to put her order into the app.

She sets her phone down on her stomach, gazing up over the sharp line of his jaw that his plump cheeks sit atop. And while it’d be easy to return with a poke and a verbal jab about his cheeks, she just watches him. His fingers deftly work over the screen. The white tank sits as a stark contrast to the depth and glow of his skin. “I think all the right things on you are squishy.”

“Yeah, what are those?”

“Your cheeks. And as much as you and your trainer kick your ass, I know happy weight when I see it.”

Calum grins, a chuckle shaking through him as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch--the order completed on his end. He pinches at her thighs. “Take that back.”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think I will. I like it--just like I like my cookies. Hard on the edges gooey in the middle.”

Standing for just a moment to let her legs fall onto the couch, Calum kneels onto the cushion, hovering above her. Her eyes glitter just a little as she talks and the soft easy smile on her face lets him know that it’s all out of love--what’s she’s saying. The pads of his fingers run along the side of her thigh. “Be lucky I love you.”

“I am already lucky, so say what you gotta say. Roast me, my love. It’s not like we don’t do that anyways.”

And truth be told, Calum had no response. Not when he looks at her, because God all he sees is the person that’s been with him on his bad mental days. She’s been there when Calum was sure there was no lower low or higher high. And what do you say to that person that’s been there, seen all of you that there is to see? With a gentle and chaste kiss, Calum settles for silence.

“Cat got your tongue now, huh?”

This--this Calum can respond too. It’s all too easy. “I know what else my tongue can have.”

“I know something your tongue can have too.”

“Really now?” Calum asks, dragging his fingers over the top of her thigh and tracing the line of her lounge shorts. “Food will be here in fifteen minutes though. So that’s up to you.”

“Not nearly enough time to savor it. Besides,” she starts and takes a pause. Her lips pull into a side smile and Calum knows what that means. One brow quirks in anticipation and Calum watches her. The silence settles for a little too long.

“Besides what?” he prompts again.

“Besides, I need the mail to be delivered first.”

“What did you buy?”

“You’ll see later. I promise. It’s really not even supposed to be used for lingerie. But I’ve wanted these for a long time and I specifically have a set I’m trying to complete.”

There’s the black mesh set that she’s slowly been building out. The main piece came in weeks ago, at this point it might even be months ago that that came in. He was privy to it then and gave it the christening that it deserved. But there wasn’t any other lingerie set that needed expansion. Not at least to his recalling. “Which one is it?”

“I’m not saying.”

“Oh please,” he whines, dropping his head into her neck. His lips softly and slowly seal kisses into her warm skin.

“No, Calum. I’ve been waiting on this package for weeks. It got held up in customs and I-” she sighs at his lips sucking at her skin. Not hard enough to cause a bruise, but just enough to make her spine tingle. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”

Calum pushes up, with a huff, sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. “This is killing me, you know?”

“Well, you ain’t dead yet. So I think you can tough it out for a little bit longer.”

“Begrudgingly--I want you to know that.”

She sits up, swinging her feet to the floor. “Your sacrifice will be duly noted. The mail will be here before you know it.” The couch releases her weight and Calum watches her pad into the kitchen. “Do you want anything?” she calls.

“I’m good,” he returns, knowing that he will be counting down the seconds until the mail comes. She returns with a glass of water, sitting back down on the couch, but bringing her feet up underneath her as she motions to the TV. “You watching that?”

Calum answers with a shrug. He wasn’t anymore. He originally turned it on mostly for the weather and some news. He found himself bored and flipping through channels before settling on the sports channel while he took care of Duke in the morning. Noise to fill the space since his brain needed the distraction. He hadn’t slept all that great the last few nights, decent sleep. The closer and closer the band got to putting out music the more his nerves kicked in--sometimes they were sneaky. The nerves come up faster than Calum had anticipated. And right now, they won the first round. But Calum was working hard to combat them so he could get about his daily life.

“Go crazy,” he finally verbally responds. And she picks up the remote, changing channels too fast for Calum to even understand how you could process what was on before decking it was a no. She eventually settles for HGTV--not quite caring what show was on. 

The first knock that comes to the door is the food that Calum ordered for the two of them. He answers it, popping up in the hopes it’s the mail. When it’s not, he sighs just a little but places the bag down onto the coffee table. “Your nugs, my queen,” he teases.

“Thank you, my good sir,” she returns with a grin, opening before divvying out what is for who. “You wouldn’t have happened to shot up like a bat outta hell because you wanted that to be the mail?”

Calum feels the heat in his cheeks, but bumps her shoulder gently. “No, why would I ever want that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” she scoffs in return, dunking a nugget into the sweet and sour sauce. They share a soft bout of laughter before turning their gaze back to the TV. Duke’s paws click as he ventures into the kitchen for a drink of water from his bowl. The lapping and splash of his tongue echoing just slightly as the screen goes dark between the show and the commercial break.

Calum lifts his gaze, taking in the soft angle of her jaw. She curls up around the carton of fries, eyes glued to the screen. Does she even have the slightest clue what she does to him? It’s not even the involved things like dressing up for him, or comforting him. It’s just her, when she’s munching on fries. Or when she sleepily walks behind Duke in the mornings. It’s when she hums as she cooks. It’s the dancing she does when she’s cleaning. It’s the pouts when she messes up on something and her brow furrows in as the determination settles onto her face.

It’s when she fucked up a birthday cake for him once--not greasing the sides of the pan enough and then adding a tad too much milk--called him crying about it and then in a minute flat resolved to make him brownies instead. Because she said she’d be damned if she didn’t make him something sweet to nibble on or pass along to the guys. And Calum’s not even that much of a sweets guy, which she knew, so she only settled on giving him half the batch she made. She, of course, saved the other half for her and her friends.

And it’s just the moments that she’s not even trying that makes Calum melt. Like when she paints her nails, she offers to do his first. Or when she lays down next to Duke, and in their shared silence, they seem to communicate everything with each other.

“I love you,” he states.

She turns, eyes widening for a second before grinning around her sip of iced tea. “I love you.” Her brows furrow just a little. “You okay? You’ve hardly touched your food.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“If you didn’t want McDonalds, I could’ve done something else. Literally anything else,” she continues on almost as if she hadn’t heard him.

“It’s not the food,” he giggles. Calum reaches out to caress her cheek. “I’m okay.”

She nods. “Okay.”

“I just love you, that’s all. Wanted to share it with you.”

Her grin is soft as it lifts her lips. “Good because you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

“I wouldn’t dare dream of getting rid of you.”

Another silence envelopes them. Calum finishes his food and takes the empty containers to the trash. Another episode starts up from the speakers and just above it, he hears the chime of his phone. “Do you want me to screen it for you?”

“Yes please!” If it’s one of the guys, they won’t mind her answering. If it’s someone important, he doesn’t want to miss the call.

“Calum’s phone,” she answers but he can already hear her feet shuffling to him in the kitchen. “Okay, Ash. I’ll keep that in mind.” Her voice comes closer and Calum shakes his hands just a little to get rid of the excess water before drying them. “No, I can’t say what it is without taking a look. Did you use the soil I recommended last time?” Another pause comes from her and when Calum turns, he finds her leaning up the kitchen counter, phone halfway pulled down but not fully away from her ear. “Yeah, I definitely think you should consider changing soils. But I can take a better look tomorrow for you. I’m going to pass along the phone now.”

She hands the phone over. “He said it was important.”

“Thank you,” Calum says in a whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then placing the phone to his ear. “Yeah, Ash?”

Calum’s not even sure how long the conversation goes on. At first, it is important information that Ashton’s trying to confirm--a date and time for a meeting that they had later in the week. He says he wrote it down where he writes down all their meetings but it’s not there. And Ashton’s trying to make sure that he doesn’t miss it. So Calum shuffles to his office and verifies in his calendar the time for the meeting.

But then the conversation diverges--they start talking about everything and anything. So much so, they’re laughing. Calum doesn’t even hear the knock at the front door. But he does notice her scurrying off into the bedroom. The door closes with a soft click. Duke comes trailing after her but notices the closer door and then keeps down the hall to the office. Calum reclines back in his seat trying to get another angle at the door. But it’s closed fully.

“You okay, gramps?” Calum asks Duke.

“Oh fuck off, mate!” Ashton laughs.

“Not you, you fucking egg. Duke--I was talking to Duke.”

“Oh!” Ashton giggles. “Sorry, I thought you was trying to talk shit.”

“I don’t have to try and do that to you.”

“Oi, don’t start something bro.” The two of them laugh and Calum bends down to scratch behind Duke’s ears. “Alright, thanks for confirming that meeting. I’ll see you tomorrow in the studio?”

“Yeah--bright and early. Talk to you later.” The call ends and when Calum spins around in his desk chair, his jaw drops as she steps out from the bedroom. It’s not exactly something new--as in something that she’s never worn before. But it doesn’t mean he ever gets tired of seeing her like this.

The white bustier pushes her breasts up and almost over the cups. And he travels the look down, taking in the baby blue skirt, fishnet knee highs. And he goes back up, taking in a black strap wrapping around her thighs. She notes the lustful gaze and steps right on the line of the threshold to the door.

“So,” Calum starts, trailing his gaze down and then back up to her face. “Not the black lingerie I was anticipating.”

“No, I’m waiting for the heels I want for that lingerie to go on sale. Besides, you didn’t like the collar I liked so I’m still searching.”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. It’s just too similar to one we already bought.”

“You’re right, but still.”

Calum cracks a smile at the reluctant confession. “But enough about that. This--this is a cute outfit.”

She nods, smoothing out the pleated mini skirt. “It’s less about the outfit and more about these,” she says, tapping at the thin black band.

“And those are?” Calum asks. It’s one step closer into the room and Calum think he can make out a heart shaped metal loop in the middle of it. She takes a second step closer and Calum can see clearly it’s some sort of thigh garter--leather or something related as the material. “Oh,” he breathes.

She continues slowly to approach Calum and when she’s just in arms reach, she lifts the skirt up. It goes up inch by inch and Calum’s entranced. Watching more of her thighs revealed to him. And soon it’s black panties--mesh and if Calum remembers correctly crotchless. But wrapped around her waist is another band of leather. Two pieces hook to another metal hoop right on her hip bones and then one trip connects the top piece to the bottom.

“A harness garter belt--what do you think?” she asks in a whisper.

Calum exhales, desire stirring in the pit of his stomach. He reaches out, wrapping his fingers around her thighs and pulling her into him. He kisses in the spaces between the leather, gingerly, lips hardly touching her skin. “I think you look beautiful,” he hums, dropping his head on his neck to look up at her.

Her eyes are still closed and Calum softly runs the tips of his fingers up her thigh, tracing the lines of the harness. With a deep exhale, she finally blinks back to reality. “Not too silly?”

His brows meet in the middle of his face. Why would she think it’s too silly? There’s nothing silly about her standing in front of him, clearly excited about her own purchase. “Angel--I’ll be damned if I ever think this is silly.”

Swinging her leg over and settling onto his lap, she grins. “Thank you, love.”

Calum holds onto her hips, rubbing his palms down to her ass. “So you said this technically isn’t lingerie?”

“No--I don’t think so. But I think they could be--a small accessory to something I already have.”

They share a kiss, much too quick for Calum’s liking so he pulls her back in for more. And her arms wind around his neck as he continues to palm her ass. Here, he doesn’t really care what it is technically or not. She looks absolutely amazing. “I like it. In fact,” Calum starts, moving to grip her thighs before housing them both up and then plopping her down on the desk. “I really like them.”

Calum stands between her legs, nose brushing and bumping against hers. Here, she can feel her core aching as Calum’s fingers trail closer and closer to her heat. It’s feather light--his touch, but it makes her feel electric all the same. “Cal,” she hums.

“Yes baby?”

There’s nothing that comes out of her mouth but a small huff, a rushed and harsh exhale at the feeling of his fingers dancing across her skin. He grins pulling back just a little to see the way her face goes slack, almost as if she’s at peace with him between her legs.

“Was there something you wanted to say, darlin’?” Calum tries again, taking just a half step back away from her.

With her eyes still closed, she smiles. “I want to know,” she starts, exhaling softly to counter the thud of her heart in her chest, “if you’d so kindly want to make love to me?”

Calum can’t help his own small tuft of laughter. “Darlin’, I’d do so happily.” They don’t always wind up in bed like this--but it’s nice, to be comfortable even to be this forward with this and this open.

Calum takes her hand as she hops down from the desk. “Give me a twirl,” he asks. She obliges, turning in a circle for Calum, punctuating the back view by lifting her skirt up. “Silly girl,” Calum laughs, giving a firm but playful tap to her ass.

Facing Calum again, she wraps her arms around his torso. “But you love it.”

“I do. I love you.”

They share another kiss and she slowly walks backwards out of the room. They get lost in each other--Calum in the way she fits against him and her in the way Calum holds her, palms spanning across her back and tight enough that she wonders if he thinks she’s going to disappear but gently enough at the same time that she’d love nothing more than staying here forever in his hold.

Calum finds the zipper to the top and slowly drags it down. The material exhales, slowly falling away from her body and when it falls to the floor, he kisses her neck, down to the swell of her breast. Her moans are soft, just above a hum that makes just enough noise for him to hear. And it goes right to his gut.

Here there's very little need for words. When Calum gives, she takes happily. But when she tugs at his hair, Calum knows to step back, lets her give something to him. Her kisses are soft against his skin, but make him feel like it’s being set on fire. One that he’d happily stay in, let the blaze consume every inch of him, if it meant that she was always the one to take him.

His shirt goes to join hers. Her mouth teases his nipples as she descends further down on him. Calum thinks he sighs, all he can do is just shut his eyes and let go into the feeling of her teasing the cut of his hips beneath the sweatpants. She’s always like this, teasing him. At first, it used to annoy him. But now he loves it, loves just how close she’s willing to push him to the edge, push his buttons but always delivering at the end of it.

Her meticulous work, to watch him jump at every scratch of her nails and nip of her teeth, is enjoyable. But Calum blinks open his eyes to cup her jaw, which stops her. When her gaze lifts, Calum motions for her to stand. “Yes?” she grins standing to her full height.

Calum presses their foreheads together. “I missed you.”

“Well how dare I keep a man like you waiting?” With a slow kiss, tongues just barely dancing, Calum walks the two of them to the bed. The back of her knees hit the edge of it and she buckles just a little. Calum catches her from falling. “Turn around,” he whispers into her ear, “please.”

The instruction is obeyed and she spins to face the bed. Calum finds the zipper to the powder blue skirt and almost doesn’t want to take it off her. In the end, he does-- Calum lets the skirt fall onto a pool at their feet. Without even prompting she falls to her hands, ass grinding against his hips. He traces her spine with the pads of his fingers, following all the way down, over the curve of her ass and down to the opening in the panties. His fingers gather a bit of her arousal.

“Oh,” he groans. “So wet for me,” he hums with approval.

“Always for you,” she sighs. Calum teases her clit--a featherlight touch as he dances over her core. She lets herself fall a little bit more into the mattress--another moan leaving her lips when Calum takes one finger down from her clit to teasing her entrance.

Calum pulls away, bring his wet fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. “Taste just like heaven,” he hums. He gingerly guides her back to standing and uses her hips to get her to face him again.

More kisses are shared before they fall onto the mattress. Calum takes hold of one of the straps around her thigh and tugs her down, closer to him and she laughs. It gets caught off and morphed into a moan as Calum’s tongue licks a wide stripe up her. He’s careful of the mesh material of her panties, but knows that carefulness won’t last long. Not when her arousal coats his tongue. Not when her nails scratch over the muscles of his shoulders or tangle into the curls on his head.

She melts under the work of his mouth. The mattress merely becoming the vessel to hold the mess she’s bound to make and become. The room echoes the moans and slurps. Fingers gripping at the sheet, she chants Calum’s name. His tongue working magic over her core and just when she thinks she couldn’t possibly handle anything more, she notices the stretch at the addition of his fingers.

“Fuck,” she whines, lifiting one leg and he slips in even deeper, curling his fingers and hitting just the right spot.

Calum hungers for her pleasure--the high-pitched whine and groan as she releases. Some days it’s just the sound he needs to ground him. She gives short and breathless huffs, and quivers underneath him. “Gonna be a good girl?” Calum asks, fingers still pumping at her.

“Yes, oh yes, I will.”

“Gonna cum for me?”

“I want to, yes I’ll come for you. Make me your good girl.” Her voice sounds far away, as if she’s not fully cognizant of what she’s saying. Not quite babbling, but definitely talking so fast words bump into each other and slur together.

Calum grins, sucking at her clit again and she groans, head throwing back against the pillows. Her toes are curling--her whole body growing warmer with the passing second. The heat coils in her lower gut and she’s pleading. Though, she’s not sure who she is really meaning to plead to, but she wants to cum so badly.

Then it finally happens, one moment she’s sure she’s nearly in tears and the next, the coil snaps. She squeezes, hips raising off the bed and Calum continues to ride out her orgasm, gently pressing her back down into the bed. She hisses and starts to push at his shoulders, the signal that it’s too much. So Calum places one last kiss to her clit before pulling away from her glistening core.

Beneath him, eyes fluttering close, she looks angelic. Calum holds himself up above her and just watches the way she tries to collect her breath. “You’re beautiful, you know?” he whispers, not wanting to shatter the silence.

“No kidding?” she teases, winding her arms around his neck. The necklace dangles just a little in her face and she takes one hand to trace the chain. Hooking her fingers into it, she tugs Calum down to her. The taste of her arousal on Calum’s tongue makes her head spin. Calum caresses her side and stomach as the kiss deepens. Here is all they need--the soft and deep kisses, the moans that they swallow from each other.

Her hands leave from around his neck and begin to push down his sweatpants and underwear. And he lets her, even pulls back to kneel on his knees as she sits up. Their kiss hardly breaks and she’s quick to tug the cotton material down, hands wrapping around his length.

He groans at the squeeze--nothing too hard just enough pressure to make his whole body ignite. Her hand pumps him, once, then twice slowly and teasing him. “Baby,” he sighs, relishing the feeling of her hands working over him. The stay like that only for a minute or two before Calum pauses her to step down and full disrobe.

When he climbs back onto the bed, he crawls over her. “Welcome back, handsome,” she greets.

“Oh, it’s so good to be back,” he returns, grinning.

She runs her fingers over the tattoos decorating his chest, out of habit, out of something to ground her for a moment. There’s no way he’s real and it shouldn’t ever shock her like this. But sometimes it sneaks up on her and the realization of how madly in love she is with his man hits her all over again.

“What are you thinking about?” Calum asks.

“How much I love you,” she answers softly.

“I love you too,” he returns, bending down to kiss her. It’s soft and sweet--the kiss. For a moment, they just inhale the breaths of the other. It’s a tender moment, one that neither one wants to interrupt, so they let it linger, smiling at each other. She stretches up to kiss him, one hand trailing between their bodies and Calum catches the hint all too quickly when she traces along his length.

“I haven’t forgotten, love,” he exhales in a breathy laugh. “Trust me, I could never forget.” Once lined up, Calum’s slow to sink into her. One, he wants to drag this out, enjoy every inch of him that she grips of him. And two, because he wants to make sure that even in the lull that she’s ready to take him.

Her head falls back, hair pushing into the pillow and neck exposing itself to him. A tempting sight but Calum loses himself in the feeling of her wetness. He’s slow, pulling out just a bit before sinking further back into her. Her sighs and words of encouragement are soft from beneath him but they fuel him.

The pace quickens and both of them groan at the ecstasy. Out of reflex, she lifts one leg to readjust her hip flexor and Calum brings it up, resting her ankle on his shoulder. He kisses over the joint and the anklet, savoring just how much of her he can feel like this.

The chain dangles in her face, brushing in the valley of her breast and she revels in the feeling of Calum reaching the full depths of her body. She digs her nails into his flesh, more curses falling from her lip. But some of them get lost in the groans that win out. “God,” she huffs. “You’re everywhere.” And though it’s a bit of strain to get the words out because Calum’s pace is relentless as he snaps his hips into hers, she pushes the words out.

“You always take me so well,” he praises, watching the way her face contorts. “Oh, so soon, love? You’re going to cum again for me so fucking soon, like a good girl.”

Her whine slips out first but she nods, feeling the coil tightening yet again in her lower abdomen. Her body is hot, and she can already feel the prickle of sweat on her forehead. “Please, baby, please,” she begs.

“As you wish,” he hums, his own orgasm approaching faster than he anticipated. His body humming as the warmth spreads. The bed rocks just a little, hitting the wall and the sounds echo around them as they sigh and moan to each other. But the only thing that really matters to them, is each other.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, voice straining as she orgasms. No noise comes from her, but her mouth opens like if she had the breath she’d definitely be screaming his name. This time the quakes last longer, her whole body shaking. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he hums, bumping his nose against her jaw, still riding through her orgasm.

“Shit, oh my god,” she shudders, wrapping her arms around his neck.

There’s a slight hiss when Calum moves again, and he kisses over her face, starting with her nose and then moving to her cheeks. Another quake takes her and Calum, not anticipating it, groans-- his orgasm now right on the edge. It won’t be much longer, but she nibbles at his earlobe. “Thank you,” she whispers. “Made me feel so fucking good. I want you to cum in me. So fucking deep,” she hums.

And while Calum’s trying to get his own rebuttal to the tip of his tongue, she squeezes around him. “Fuck,” he yelps just a little, his body erupting with his orgasm. His body shudders and he’s so blindsided by the feeling, his slips just a little, more of his weight settling onto her than usual.

She doesn’t say anything, just hums at the feeling of him succumbing to the pleasure. “Oh, that’s what I wanted,” she encourages. It leaves her throat like a purr and Calum shivers again at the sound.

They lay together, for a moment, her nails scratching lightly at the muscles in his back. Calum sinks into her, body going heavy. Her slight shift squeezes around him and he groans, sensitive. “Don’t--I can’t,” he laughs.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Even her own voice sounds heavy and slurred. She kisses his temple and Calum pushes up. He’s slow to pull out, enjoying the drips that follow of his own release spilling out of her. With one finger he gently scopes it back up and into her. The familiar twinge of desire pulls at his lower gut and it’s almost enough. She even shivers, but Calum watches the way her eyes stay closed.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Sleepy now,” she returns.

“Let’s get cleaned up first and then we can nap.” His voice sounds farther away towards the end of the sentence and she assumes he went to the attached bathroom. The rush of water from the sink confirms it. Something wet and warm presses against her--no doubt Calum with a warm washcloth.

The clean up is swift as both of them share a shower and then under the sheets, they curl up around each other. Calum kisses the top of her head as she nuzzles in closely. “I want pancakes after our nap,” she mutters.

“I think we still have some blueberries.”

She pops up onto her elbow and grins a little. “It’s like you can read my mind.”

Calum laughs. “Maybe just a little bit.”

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