#cause fuck that not gonna have cereal again

[rosicheeks]

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#I dropped my cereal fucking twice #I’m in such a bad mood now wtf #I’m using these plastic cups since I dont have any bowls or anything here #and it just slipped out of my hand both times #had to clean up the milk cause it got allllllll over the floor #I was in such a good mood before that too #cool cool coooooooooool #now I’m hangry #with nothing to eat #cause fuck that not gonna have cereal again #shut up rosie

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Kinktober day 7 | Billy Loomis x Riley!Reader x Stu Macher

Day 7: threesome

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: 18+, threesome, cheating, oral (m receiving)

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Being sisters came with double the amount of clothes, gossiping in the middle of the night over a bowl of cereal, and liking the same boys. You and Tatum had very different taste in men — she was a James Van Der Beek girl and you preferred Johnny Depp —, but there was something about Stu Macher that pulled both of your heartstrings. 

‘’I saw him first, I call dibs on him,’’ Tatum argued, fighting for Stu. 

‘’He’s not a cute skirt at the mall, you can’t call dibs on a person, Tatum.’’ 

She narrowed her eyes at you. ‘’I don’t care! He’s mine. Back off.’’ 

A series of arguments drove you into a game of who would win Stu Macher. The first to kiss him would win. 

For weeks, you and Tatum competed for Stu, flirting with him at school and at every party. You’d offer him a drink and she would try to get him to dance with her. Stu liked having two sisters flirting and fighting for him, it was exciting. But the game came to an end when Stu kissed Tatum on a Friday night.

‘’I won,’’ she said when she came home that night, a smug smile on her face after sticking her tongue in Stu Macher’s mouth all night. 

Since that night, Tatum assumed she had won, but the hand currently inside your panties playing with your clit was his. 

Your hips bucked at his touch, asking for more. 

Coming behind Stu, Billy laughed as he looked down at you, so needy for his friend’s fingers. ‘’Fucked you twice today and you’re still begging for more?’’ 

Stu looked over his shoulder. ‘’Two times?!’’

Billy hummed, looking smug. ‘’Bet she’s still full with my cum,’’ he teased, his words causing a mixture of embarrassment and excitement to wash over you. 

Stu looked back at you, his hand stopping all movements. ‘’Is that right? You and pretty boy had some fun without me?’’ 

‘’Well, that’s your fault for being at the mall with the wrong sister,’’ Billy said, crashing on the bed.

‘’Tatum told me she was getting lingerie. I couldn’t say ‘no’ to that,’’ Stu defended, being a sucker for women in lingerie.

‘’And lingerie is better than this?’’ Billy asked, tweaking one of your nipples over your shirt and making you mewl. ‘’I don’t think so.’’ 

You moved your hand down over your panties — right over Stu’s hand — and bucked your hips again. ‘’Stu, please.’’ 

The latter cooed, but didn’t give you what you wanted. ‘’Don’t you think you’ve had enough?’’ He pinched your clit, making you moan, then withdrew his hand from your panties. ‘’Such little slut.’’ 

His condescending tone was turning you on, your arousal mixing with Billy’s cum inside you. 

‘’Are you gonna be a good girl tonight?’’ Billy asked, rolling on his side so his face was close to yours. ‘’Since you’re already full down here.’’ He caressed over your panties, feeling the wetness seep through the thin fabric. ‘’Stu and I are gonna fill you up here,’’ Billy explained, dragging his hand up to your lips. He pressed his thumb and you opened your mouth, catching it and sucking on it. ‘’Gonna suck our cocks until we cum and swallow it all, won’t you babydoll?’’ 

You nodded and Billy pulled his thumb out of your mouth, now coated with your saliva, then sat up and reached for his belt to undress. On your right, Stu was doing the same, his stiff cock underneath his pants begging to feel your warm mouth around it. It’s been a few days and he was missing it — missing you.

Once both boys had their cock freed completely, you kneeled on the floor before them and debated who to taste first. Stu’s was red at the tip and shined with pre-cum. He reached down to his cock, pulling his hand up and down on himself before you. 

‘’Can’t pick, uh?’’ Stu teased, continuing to jerk himself. ‘’Let me help you. I say I’m first since he got you to himself all afternoon.’’

It seemed fair enough. 

You moved toward Stu and started by mouthing the tip, tongue lazily teasing him. He watched from above, choking on a breath as you took him into your mouth in one fluid motion, sinking down as deep as you could manage. You slid your tongue against the sensitive underside as you stared up at him through fluttering lashes. 

‘’You like this? Taking my cock like it’s fucking candy?’’ 

You hummed around him, continuing your motions for a few more seconds, then pulled back and moved to Billy, doing the same. His hand immediately went to your hair, cupping the back of your head to keep you there. You tried to come up more for air, but Billy held you in place, needing your mouth a bit longer. 

While your mouth was busy and full, Stu reached down to pull your shirt up and cup one of your tits, fiddling with it while he jerked himself and waited for his turn. He would never say it out loud, but fuck do you look good with his best friend’s cock in your mouth. 

Eventually, Billy let you switch, a string of saliva connecting your tongue to the tip of his cock as you turned back to Stu. Their cocks were mere inches from your lips, making it easy for your mouth to go from a cock to another. You took it deep, eliciting deep moans and groans from them. 

At some point, the ache between your legs had returned. You had tried to squeeze your thighs to get some friction, but it wasn’t nearly enough. You wished they would both fill you up and fuck you until you can’t feel your legs. 

But tonight was not about you.

Stu was the first to shoot his load, his face contorting in ecstasy and thighs trembling as you jerked what you wouldn’t take with your hand. You made sure to not swallow anything, then moved to Billy, a mix of saliva and cum dripping from the corners of your lips. It was a sight right from an adult tape you can rent at the nearby blockbuster. 

‘’Such a cum slut, aren���t you?’’ Billy said, smugly looking down at you, your tongue full of his best friend’s seed. 

You let him fuck your mouth the way he liked, looking up at him through the blur of your teary eyes as his sounds of pleasure intensified. Every movement was bringing him closer to the edge. When he knew he couldn’t hold it in anymore, Billy pulled you back and you stuck out your tongue, ready to catch everything he had to give.

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[harmonictechnicality]

Grocery shopping with Steve Harrington should not be such an arousing task, but it is.

It so is.

Eddie swears on all of his calloused fingers that watching Steve strut down the cereal aisle with his little shopping cart is better than hand stuff.

Seriously. He always walks a few feet behind Steve, just to get the perfect view of that award winning ass (Eddie made him a trophy for it last Valentine’s Day - it’s on their mantle).

They’ve been together for what? Eight years? And it never gets any less sexy. Watching him reach for the granola bars on the top shelf, stretching his annoyingly tucked in shirt.

Eddie pretends to peer through imaginary opera binoculars as Steve reads over the nutrition label. Steve flips it over a couple of times because he always forgets which brand he likes better - the blue box or the red box. Eddie never reminds him that his favorite is the blue box because the whole charade is too adorable.

But once Steve figures it out, he tosses the blue box into the cart, and Eddie always lets out this rumbly throat sound at the sight.

Steve turns his neck to look at Eddie. “This again?”

“This always.” Eddie catches up to Steve’s side at the canned food section, slides his hand in Steve’s back pocket. “Never not this.”

Steve rolls his eyes and bends down to grab a few cans of chicken noodle soup. Which holy fuck, seeing his boyfriend at a 75° angle holding his favorite soup preference? Eddie might as well be packaged and placed on the shelf. Cause his mind is turning to liquid. He’s becoming a bowl of horny broth at the sight of Steve all domestic and bent over.

Eddie quickly flicks off his jacket because the entire store just warmed up exponentially. Global warming doesn’t have shit on Steve Harrington holding discounted canned goods.

Steve lightly smacks Eddie's arm. “Pull yourself together.”

“I’ll pull your self onto my self.”

“Really?” Steve snorts. “That was the best you could come up with?”

“Yeah well, the lower quadrant of my brain shut off the second I visualized your ass dimple in the middle of the bread aisle.” Eddie explains, untucking one edge of Steve’s shirt.

“Sorry for the inconvenience to your grocery-kink brain.”

“You should be.” Grocery kink. Steve with a shopping cart kink. Eddie has both, no doubt.

And it’s totally true. The bread aisle is usually where all hope is lost for him. Fluffy breads, kneading dough, squishy carbs all around them. Steve’s sides are just begging to be squeezed in that aisle (amongst other places). The deli employee outwardly gawks as Eddie pokes at Steve's waist, pinching any area of skin that he can get his hands on.

"Just making sure the products are nice and fresh!" Eddie shouts to the employee, hugging Steve firmly from behind. The poor meat-slicing guy laughs nervously before scurrying into the stock room. Honestly, Eddie should probably feel more sympathetic but it's so hard to focus on anything else when Steve kisses his cheek. Accepts his weird affections fully.

"These people don't get paid enough to put up with your shit." Steve is laughing as he says it though. Clearly not that bothered by all of the attention he's getting. That's part of the reason they work so well together. They're absolute attention whores, equally.

"Okay, cut it out." Steve wiggles out from Eddie's grasp. "You're gonna smush the sourdough."

Eddie freezes. Mulls over the consequences over the next thing he's about to say. "Is that an invitation?"

"Ew."

"You said it."

"You twisted it."

"How could I not?"

"You need help." Steve turns down the next aisle, still speaking as he stays on task. "Preferably the kind that involves a person with a legal pad and a couch that you can lie down on."

Eddie snickers, thoroughly loves it when Steve bites back. Makes the chase feel like it just started, even after all these years.

He keeps it together for roughly twelve more minutes, which is probably a record. Eddie also deserves a trophy on their mantle for that - he's gonna hint to Steve about investing in one whenever they get back home.

But the aisle where Eddie’s composure levels malfunction entirely, is the frozen food section. See, whenever Steve opens the door to get milk or eggs or whatever essential dairy item they need, a rush of frigid air blows out. Makes Steve’s already bitable skin all bumpy. His neck is covered in little chill bumps, all of his baby hairs stick up with his raised skin.

This is the only instance where Eddie mildly wishes he were a cannibal, just to give Steve a little chomp. A little nibble at his change in skin texture. Eddie's not even sure why the chill bumps send him over the edge but they do - every damn time.

“Baby, we’ve talked about this.” Steve says once Eddie gets him pinned up behind the corner freezer in the very back.

"There were no snoopy old ladies around this time." Eddie licks all the way up to Steve's ear, tugging gently around the edges. "I checked."

Steve huffs once before taking Eddie's face with both hands, kissing him deep. The rest of his body is cold from the surrounding freezers, but Steve's lips are warm. Hotter every time Eddie's mouth connects to his again. Steve still tastes like the nectarine samples they had back at the produce aisle. The taste drives Eddie to suck on Steve's bottom lip, drinking up any leftover flavor he can. Make Steve's natural pout even more plush than it normally is.

He untucks the rest of Steve's annoying polo - lets his hands slide all the way around, landing at the small of Steve's back. Eddie presses his fingers into Steve's skin, making him shiver. Causing more chill bumps to rise. Ones that he created this time.

They've kissed like this over a thousand times by now, but it always feels different. It’s a new kiss on a new day.

And Eddie couldn't give a single fuck if the deli employee or the snoopy old lady saw them making out next to the lactose-free cheese selection. He'd show off his stupidly gorgeous boyfriend everywhere, make a complete spectacle out of it every damn time.

Steve would let him do it too. Eddie bets that Steve would let him get away with a full anarchist uprising if he wanted. Which he does. Kinda. After they're done kissing, obviously.

They stop only because Steve lets his lips part and his fingers drag down Eddie's chest. And whenever Steve does that move, he's approximately thirty seconds away from moaning explicit words. Loudly too. Eddie knows all of Steve's physical indicators by heart now. It’s practically Eddie’s native language, he would speak only that one if he could.

Eddie takes the cue to stash all of his hormones away - goes back to dotting small pecks all over Steve's face. He needs to get Steve laughing instead of panting. It's safer that way. Eddie isn't trying to get arrested in a supermarket for christ's sake (although that would make one hell of a story for family reunions).

They're sort of blotchy, all pinks and reds, as they get to the checkout line. The cashier must think their complexion is permanently like this. Every time she’s seen them, they’re blushed-up like Vegas showgirls. Eddie is immune to the embarrassment of the situation. He's pretty sure Steve is too - he can tell by the way Steve is still leaning all over him while he fumbles to get his wallet open. All love-drunk and kittenish.

They head back to their car, and Eddie gets one last look at Steve's signature shopping cart strut. He sighs dramatically - crushed inside that he'll have to wait till their next grocery run to see it again.

"That's it." Steve says after Eddie sighs for the fifth time. "You're returning the cart."

"Why?"

"It's punishment for your ridiculous behavior."

"Rude."

"Necessary."

"Fine." Eddie snatches the handle and stomps all the way to the cart corral at the front of the store.

This is an outrage. Steve should know that his sexy cart-walking encore is the best part of Shopping Day. Seeing him walk further away before returning - always doing a little hair ruffle thing as he comes back. It's Eddie's own version of Baywatch and Steve is ruining it.

He slides into the passenger seat, slamming the car door to emphasize his anger.

"Steve Harrington, I'm so fucking mad at y-"

Eddie can't even finish his sentence before Steve's mouth is on his. It's a messier kiss this time, Steve is doing all the moving while Eddie tries to figure out what's going on. He pulls back, raising both eyebrows.

"I get it now." Steve answers Eddie's nonverbal 'what the fuck' question.

"Get what?"

"The shopping cart thing." Steve looks Eddie up and down. "I get it."

Holy shit. "Were you checking me out?"

Steve nods. Shrugs. Nods again.

"How much time do you think we have before the ice cream melts?" Steve motions to the backseat, tucking in his lips, hiding a smirk.

Oh. That. They're doing that.

"I'd say we have..." Eddie checks the nonexistent watch on his wrist. "More than enough time."

They haven't had desperate car sex like this since their first year of dating. It's so good that Eddie wonders why they stopped having desperate car sex.

For the rest of the car ride home, they're obnoxiously touchy-feely. Eddie's hand stays glued to Steve's overpriced jeans. The denim is much softer than any pair of jeans that Eddie owns. Maybe that's why they cost a fortune.

Steve takes one hand off the steering wheel whenever there's a straight shot - rubs his fingers over Eddie's knuckles. Bounces off his rings like stepping stones.

They're nauseating. If Eddie saw any other couple act like this, he'd throw tomatoes ate them. Taunt them mercilessly.

But Steve Harrington is the prototype that future scientists will use one day to build their genetically flawless human race. So Eddie is allowed to be as nauseating and revolting as he wants.

Their plan failed. The ice cream is completely melted by the time they get home. But who fucking cares? Eddie is dating someone with his same weird shopping cart kink and that's all he could ever ask for.

And besides, that just means that they’ll have to go grocery shopping again.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #I should've been writing for either of my two wip but nope #I made this instead lol #I had domestic steddie on the brain and the only solution was to write them a strange little grocery scene

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 7

You just have to trust him one last time.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Brat Tamer!Jungkook, kinda himbo!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, Angst, minor injury, emotional kook, some lore [Tags will be different for every part!]

Length: 1k Words

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Back home, he’s pacing.

He’s broken a plate in the sink while doing the dishes, cut his hand a little because of it, and he doesn’t know where you’ve put the first aid kit. And he also doesn’t want to text you and ask you because if he’s annoying you then he’s only gonna make it worse for himself to get on your good side again, and you’ll also scold him for being clumsy again.

So he just puts a random bandaid on his hand, and moves to vacuum the floors.

His plan is to have all the chores done by the time you get home, so that your mood will be good and he can work on falling into your favor again. He hopes that you’ll just stay over at your friend's for one night, that you’ll text him soon to ask him to pick you up- so that he can show you that the time of torture is over now, all of his work sent out and work email and phone now on vacation mode. He’s all yours again-

And he’s just waiting for you to be his again as well.

You’ve not really talked to him besides a morning game of battleships while he was eating bland cereal (because the milk tasted weird and he didn’t know if it was bad or not- and you weren’t there to ask), and that’s fine. Well it’s not really fine, but he accepts it as maybe your way to get back at him. And it’s a relatively small price to pay, considering the shit he’s pulled you through- just as long as you return to him.

He’s tripping over the cable of the old vacuum and almost falls face first onto the floor, just to catch himself on the edge of a table, causing the cable to tighten and pull the plug out of the socket. And in an odd way, the sudden silence makes him feel like he’s drowning. Usually, especially on a day like this, you’d both be running around the house to see who can get their shoes on first just to not be the one who’s gonna pay for the food you’re about to get. Or you’d both be still tangled in the sheets in bed, still drowsy from sleep and the exhaustion from your usual indulgence in love prior to falling asleep. Or you’d have some music on while folding laundry, jumping around in nothing but panties and another stolen shirt of his.

But you’re not here. What if that’s how it’s going to be from now on? Forever?

He’s biting his lip to prevent himself from becoming emotional again as he sits down in his office, opening the drawer underneath. Your present is still in there, safely tucked away in a fancy little box, and he just hopes that you can understand why he went through this with you the way he did. Growing up, he’s always been fed with this obsession of success, that if he’s not the one doing the sole work himself, then he’s not allowed to call his success his own. With a father in a law firm, a brother running a multi-million worth business, and a mother that owns several restaurants, he’s basically always been the black sheep.

Tattooed, pierced, designing his stupid games all day, and with no very impressive wealth to show for himself, he doesn’t have the best relationship with his family, if any at all. So he just became a husk, and accepted any form of love he could get- fucking around until he met you-

Someone who didn’t care. Someone who liked him just the way he was, with all his flaws and odd habits and frustrating traits. You challenge him, you’re not treating him like a stupid failure, you make sure he knows his worth despite the big gap between him and his brother for example. And maybe that’s what made him so attached to you over the course of time- he just can’t imagine a life without you anymore, because especially now, he notices how much he needs you.

And it’s not about the chores, or about the fact that you constantly save him from food poisoning- it’s your presence.

“Urgh!” He yells out, hands on his face as he presses the heels of his palms against his eyes.

“What’re you yelling for?” Your voice rings out, and he immediately slams the drawer shut, movement of his body stiffening up so quit that he crashes his knee into the underside of the desk, shaking everything on it, as he hisses but gets up anyways, limping towards you to pull you close. “Kook-“ you mumble muffled against his shoulder, but he just sways you around from left to right, head buried in the crook of your neck.

“Welcome home-“ he rambles, moving to kiss your cheeks before he freezes, wide eyed. “-fuck I should’ve asked if I could kiss you right? Shit babe I’m sorry-“ he rants, and you roll your eyes, running your hand through his slightly greasy hair.

“Its fine. Why’s the vacuum thrown around like a murder victim though?” You ask, detaching yourself from him as you move to pick it up and roll up the cord of it.

“I..wanted to do the chores before you came home. Which by the way-“ he says, following you around like a lost puppy. “-why didn’t you ask me to pick you up? It’s cold outside..” he whines, and you shrug.

“Gave me some time to think.” You say, and at that, he tenses up. “Jungkook.. I..” you sigh, before you turn around to face him. “I still don’t know why you’ve been like this and it really hurt me-“

“I can tell you now!” He rushes out. “Like, not all of it but most of it- enough of it, I promise!” He presses.

“I don’t want you to make up shit. If you don’t like me like that anymore-“ you begin, but he shakes his head, frantically pulls you closer to hug you.

“Don’t ever think like that. I love you, I really do..” he mumbles against the top of your head. “And I’ll prove it to you, promise.” He urges.

“How?” You meekly ask, unable to resist snaking your arms around his torso as well.

“Just trust me one last time.” He whispers, and it sends a chill down your spine just how serious he sounds.

“I promise it’ll be worth it.”

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[satoruyes]

co-parent bakugou .2

katsuki bakugou x nb reader (previous part)

(cw: smut, angst, kids, arguing, verbal abuse)

when bakugou comes back from his morning walk he goes into the kitchen to see raya over the stove cooking breakfast. “hey babe, goodmorning,” she turned to face him, “i'm sorry about last night; i was just upset.”

he nods and goes to their bedroom and gets undressed. raya, not being satisfied with his reaction, pauses breakfast and follows him up. she sneaks up behind him and runs her hand down his bare back. “i said i was sorry babe, you have to forgive me.” he turns around to face her.

“you know my dad doesn't like it when we argue.” he hated that. he hated it when she used her dads position as leverage. with rayas’ dad being the mayor and all; she’d grown to be a spoiled brat. sure he had the skill to be a pro-hero but maybe not the funds. his parents weren't exactly the richest in the world. so of course his wife offered to let her dad take care of it. just like that- pro-hero dynamite had his own agency.

he swallowed hard, some spit along with his pride and sighed, “yea, ‘m sorry bout last night. i wasn't in the best head space." raya smiled, and played with the waistband of his boxers. “it's okay lovebug, now just lay back and let me take care of you.” he stood there quietly and watched her. watching as she knelt down, pulling down his boxers as she did. taking his semi-hard dick into her hands then licking the tip while working her hand up and down his full length. she kind of falters at noticing he isn't getting hard as quickly as he usually does. “did you jerk off already today or something?” he lies and shakes his head yes as she stands up. “or maybe you just can't get hard for me anymore.” she says jokingly, and katsuki forces a laugh. unsure of what was causing the problem.

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by the time you get up it's nearly 1pm, woken up by your antsy little toddler who you let sleep in your room for night. you get up then go do your morning routine. (accompanied by your curious toddler of course) when you finish both of your morning routines you go towards the kitchen to make your cereals of choice. you go up to your room to grab your phone and see a text from bakugou. “When can i see my kid again” you sigh and reply telling him he can come over today. he likes the message and lets you know that his wife will be tagging along as well. great.

they get to your house around 3pm. you welcome them in and take them to the living area. bakugou mentions he brought something over for hana and went back to the car. leaving you and raya alone. you sit there kind of quietly while hana is wearing headphones watching her tablet. raya observes the girl, “hm.. are you even sure its his? she looks a little.. slow,” she says nonchalantly. you stare in disbelief at her, shocked she’d even say that straight to your face. “excuse me?”

“its a cute baby of course, kats’ genes really tried their best but..” she pauses “i can just imagine how pretty our baby girl is gonna be- you know with that being said, i'd really appreciate it if you kind of backed off. he needs to be an attentive father to our baby, not yours. i don't need to be worried about some desperate baby momma.’’ you scoff, you had enough of this wench disrespecting you and your child in your own home. without thinking you end up over your coffee table landing a smack across her face. she yelps in pain and hold her face like it was the most precious thing ever. “what you are not about to do is come up in my house and disrespect me and my daughter. you can get the fuck out.”

she immediately ran outside to katsuki, leaving you alone with a dumbstruck hana. you ignored the little girl's curious expression and just simply ran your hands through your hair. it wasn't too long after before you heard daunting footsteps headed your way. “what the fuck did you do? yer gonna let me bring my wife up in here just to disrespect ‘er? why the fuck of all people are you calling her a tramp ‘nd sayin she got sloppy seconds? of all people. i'm trying real hard to be in my daughter's life but yer being a real bitch about it.” without letting you say anything he drops a gift bag and leaves. leaving you once again, and leaving you speechless.

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later that night you drop your daughter off with her grandparents and go see your old friend, eijirou kirishima. you two usually caught up at least once a month. drink a little, laugh a little, indulge a little. he's been such a great friend, so supporting and always there for you. even occasionally watching hana for you. but today you two are all alone, and both a little too drunk for either of your liking. it starts off with friendly peckish little neck kisses, short playful pecks on the lips. nothing you two haven't explored before.

but tonight something was different. you expressed to him how stressful things were today with what happened with katsukis wife. he told you he’d make you feel better and you just kind of brushed it off. but now it's hard to brush it off when he's knuckles deep inside of you, working his fingers deeper and deeper inside. you just throw your head back against his plush couch letting the pleasure take you away. “eijirou.. please,” you whine. he shoots you a toothy grin with half hooded eyes. “please what? you can use your words, i know you can.” you whine more while he works his fingers into your special spot. once you finish he pulls out grinning; leaving you blissed out with arousal apparent by his print visible.

he gets you a ride home, both too intoxicated to drive anywhere. he opens the door for you then hugs and kisses you goodnight. you get home and go to sleep.

when you wake up the next morning your head is pounding and your phone is blowing up. the most alarming test came from your mother

: “How could you be so stupid?”

: “Letting the press see you getting so personal with someone”

: “Theres photos of you and that Kirishima boy going around of you kissing”

you dont get why it was such a big deal. you didn't even care, with your parents being famous pro-heroes everything you've done since birth has been documented. it's tiring and after your daughter's birth you stopped caring. Doing whatever you wanted regardless of the paparazzi, but them following you over to kirishima's house was ridiculous. The second text you read was from bakugou;

: “Out of all of my friends you go for him?”

: “You didnt feel the need to tell me about this?”

: “Really ??? Eijirou? Has he been around Hana?”

you got kind of upset at his messages more than you did your mom. what did it matter to him, he doesnt get to control who you talked to. he’s not your boyfriend nor your dad. you leave him on read and you scroll through your twitter feed. filled with photos of you and kirishima kissing. “PRO-HERO MIYU and YUIKA SUZUKI CHILD CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH PRO-HERO RED RIOT” you sigh and almost turn your phone off but see another set of messages from bakugou, was he jealous?

#guys i’m so tired #it’s 5am #but i wanted to get this out #part three very soon i swear #guys tysm for the feedback #all the reblogs were so sleep #gm #gn * #lulawrites #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #I HOPEMTHIS ISMGOOD #ignore typos i’m so tired #night night guys #i meant the reblogs were sweet #whoops #what if this flops

[restinslices]

Lin Kuei Sibling Headcanons

I gotta stop using the same gifs over and over again. Anywho, just random headcanons about them when they were younger. A few of these is what my siblings and I did but listen-. No sad shit this time around, but next time issa wrap no bun (word to CoryXKenshin)

When they were younger Bi-Han realized someone was drinking his shit, so he started spitting in it

He also loudly announces that he did so and that whoever drank his shit was drinking his germs 

Kuai Liang responded by saying “well we both share the same DNA”

Revolting. Yuck. 

Tomas smiles when he's nervous so people always think he's lying. 

“Did you drink my slushy?” “No” “Yes you did. You're smiling” “YOU'RE MAKING ME NERVOUS”

D if you ever see this, I did not drink that fucking slushy years ago and getting mom involved was actually so foul. “Put that on my dead granny”, WHY WOULD I LIE ON GRANDMA? I SHOULD'VE drank it. Should've took a big ass gulp 

Moving on- 

Like I said in my last post, Bi-Han and Kuai Liang have definitely jumped Tomas before 

They call it play fighting, Tomas calls it attempted murder 

Bi-Han is the “come here” brother and Tomas is the “you're gonna hit me” brother 

Bi-Han is also the “you want a cookie?” and Tomas is the “what'd you do to it?”

Speaking of those two, the real reason Bi-Han doesn't like Tomas is because Tomas would stand in his doorway and when Bi-Han would tell him to get out, Tomas would say “I'm not in your room”

Kuai Liang would put his finger close to Bi-Han but say he's not touching him 

That's the real reason he betrayed them. It's true. I asked him. 

Idk which one them does it but one of these mfs puts the cereal box in front of them to ignore the brother they're mad at 

Tomas is “your dad is pissing me off”, Kuai Liang is “lmao what happened?”

Bi-Han’s room is the chill out spot against his will

Kuai Liang has accidentally set someone on fire 100% and they never let him live it down (my siblings did that on purpose but scooting right along) (no one died😃)

Tomas is the victim of white jokes. He'll say smth and here comes Bi-Han “why are you?? speaking?? to me?? as a white person?? go eat salt??”

Kuai Liang is “hey can I have a bite?” and Bi-Han says “sure” then licks all over whatever he has. 

“Tuesday is my day with the TV” “you're adopted. shut up”

Bi-Han has gotten the other two into several fights ‘cause he has a bad temper and his siblings ride for him 

This one time my sister yelled at a teacher for yelling at me and that's Bi-Han. Like yeah, he's not the nicest as an adult but as a kid? The only mf that's allowed to yell at his brothers is HIM. 

They've all gotten whooped because none of them snitch on each other. This is a ride or die brotherhood (for now) (not me tho. My mom got a heavy ass hand. You're on your own)

“Tell your brother to do those damn dishes” “you want me to say it like that? with the curse word?” “go ahead”

Whoever it is goes to their brother and- “dad said get your big nasty ass up and clean those motherfucking dishes before he whoops your skinny long neck ass”

I cannot pinpoint who exactly would do this and risk the whooping so imma just say they've all been guilty

Bi-Han and Kuai Liang are those annoying ass kids asking you to play bloody knuckles. If you don't get the fuck away from me-

Tomas played with Kuai Liang once and quit immediately

Kuai Liang is the “I only had a cup” when the juice is all gone. Yeah, you had a big ass cup you get from Super America. The Minute Maid is gone because of you 

Bi-Han and Kuai Liang, “Say Fuck, I'm not gonna tell dad”. Tomas says “no” and the day he does say it now he's being blackmailed 

Kuai Liang would help Bi-Han look for shit he knows he took. Y'all may think Kuai Liang would never do such a thing. He's so sweet. THAT'S HOW HE GOT AWAY WITH IT!

When they accidentally really hurt the other and hear their parents, they have different reactions. Bi-Han is the “tell them. I don't care. Actually, I'll tell them for you” brother. Kuai Liang is the “wait wait wait, calm down. Stop crying. Look, you can hit me back. You want candy?” brother. Tomas is the “that was actually an accident. My bad” brother. 

Tomas actually learned all that smoke… magic… uhh… shit so he could defend himself cause he was getting ragdolled in that house 

Kuai Liang is actually really nice to Tomas now cause he looks back and thinks “wow, I was kinda an asshole”

For example, Tomas was living his life and here comes these maniacs grabbing him and putting his bare feet in the snow 

Idk, I just really think Tomas was fighting for his life in that house 

It was all in love but now he jumps when they move a little too fast

Tomas tells his brothers he loves them a lot because he wasn't able to tell his birth family before they were killed. He wants them to always know and whenever their time does come, he wants it to be the last thing they hear from him or the last thing he says before he dies. 

Kuai Liang usually says it back or says something else comforting. His way of saying “I love you” can be something as simple as a hand on the shoulder. Sometimes instead of saying “I love you”, he says “I care about you”. Personal preference 

Bi-Han used to say “I love you” back but as time passed, he stopped. He's someone who gets kinda uncomfortable when it comes to vulnerable emotions. His way of saying “I love you” is “are you hurt?”. It's usually only used after a form of combat but combat can make you realize that your life is on a time limit. We saw in game and by intro dialogues that he was hurt by Kuai Liang not sticking by him. The idea that he doesn't care for his family AT ALL I think is false. I think he cares but he cares about his own goals more. 

That's all I got for fluffy shit rn

I’m actually someone who enjoys angst way more than fluff but thinking about them and angst makes my heart fall into my ass … imma write some later tho

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[zairene]

THE CAR WINDOW. nanami kento

* ˚ ✦ synopsis: while you’re out running errands, you approach a random car window to adjust your appearance not knowing there was someone watching from the inside.

* ˚ ✦ genre: fic, 1.2k word count !

* ˚ ✦ author’s note: gonna lean more into a jjk blog for a bit !

it was an average day.

you were low on some cleaning supplies in your home and decided that today would be the day you finally dragged yourself out of your bed to go to this damn store. it was the same routine every time. you went to the store, bought what’s off your list, then spent some time “eye-shopping” which meant in your terms to buy everything you see and spend way more than intended.

but this time, you were not about to repeat this habit of yours. you will get in the store, get what you need not what you want, and get out. that’s it. that’s what was on your mind when you got out of your car. you could hear the sound of your keys dangling as you fiddled to lock the doors of your car. you were speed walking in the parking lot determined to make your goal a reality.

but to your luck, a fly decides to invade your personal space which leaves you waving your hands like a lunatic and frantically patting your face down. now, this was not out of fear but more out of annoyance. and when the fly finally realized that it’d done enough torment to you, you were slightly embarrassed but realized that amid your freak out your hair was out of its side part and the part of your hair you’d been neglecting to fix was on display for any bypasser to witness.

on instinct, you walked to a random car window and began to fix this monstrosity of a mess this stupid fly had caused. too many thoughts were running through your mind to even realize the stranger peering through that same window from the inside.

to your horror, the car window winds down and you freeze. you come into eye contact with a man. a blond man with eyes so heavy, that they could probably carry all of your grocery bags in one trip. he sighed deeply and ran his hand through his hair. “are you done?” huffed the annoyed man.

“oops.” was the only thing you could manage to muster in that situation as a wave of shame washed over your body.

“‘oops?’” he repeated.

“i mean…” you facepalmed. “i’m so sorry, sir. i didn’t notice that you were in your car.” you stood up completely disregarding your looks at this point.

“sure. now can you get out of the way? i have things to do and i don’t have the time to deal with trivial matters such as this.” you were shocked at the blunt but rude statement.

“excuse me?” you crossed your arms. “i get that i blocked your way but it wasn’t intentional, and i apologized.”

“or you should’ve paid more attention, and maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation, yeah?” your eyes widen. you were not about to put up with disrespect this early in the morning.

“well, who shit in your cereal this morning?” you scoffed.

“nobody ‘shit in my cereal,’” he mocked, “i’m just annoyed that you blocked my way without any consideration that maybe someone was in the car.”

“it was a damn expression! there was no need for you to be so rude. all you had to do was say it was okay and we still wouldn’t be here!” at this point, you were heated. the coarseness from this man had made your mood a whole lot worse than it already was. “you know what, i don’t have time for this. good-fucking-bye.”

you walked away from the car, not wanting to listen to anything else he had to comment about your actions. needless to say, that single-handedly ruined your day. and it didn’t help when you ran into this man once again at the same store, in the same parking lot but only about a week later.

this time, you were just here to see some things you could buy for your house since you were bored and your friends were busy. you were just walking when a voice rang out behind you, “hey!”

you turned around to see the same man from a few days back. you rolled your eyes and turned back around. you weren’t exactly excited to deal with his shenanigans again. but this time, he was persistent. “wait!” he yelled again, seemingly getting closer. you stop in your tracks and sigh deeply—loud enough for him to hear. you swiveled around on your heel to see him again.

“what do you want?” you said in the same displeased tone he had when he first met you. he shuffled on his feet, looking slightly lost on what to say. for someone who was just telling you to basically fuck off the other day, he looked quite adorable from the way he looked nervous trying to spit out what he had to say.

“look…” he struggled to maintain eye contact, but still looked at you anyways. “i’m… sorry about what happened the other day.“

“oh really?” a smug look grew on your face.

“yes, really. i wasn’t in a good mood and really tired—“

“i wasn’t either and i was only running on a few hours of sleep. next excuse?” you quickly retorted. he furrowed his eyebrows.

“i don’t have any. it was extremely uncivil of me to act toward you in that manner, especially since it was merely an accident.” you raised an eyebrow.

“oh really? anything else you wanna say?”

he sighed. “yes, and that i’m seriously sorry for this. and because of the way i acted…” he paused, figuring out a way to word this next statement. “i was wondering if i could treat you to lunch sometime soon.”

“and what makes you think i’ll say yes to that?”

“i have to make it up to you somehow, correct?”

your eyes widened. now that was a surprise from him. with the way he presented himself, it looked like he struggled with saying the word sorry. maybe you had justifiably misjudged his character. i mean, he was very attractive. tall, quite muscular with nice short blonde hair that framed his face. his jaw looked like it could slice through any tension that was clear in the air between you too, with plump pink lips to match.

his looks weren’t the only factor that somewhat swayed you to agree, it was also the apology and the way he wasn’t phased by your comments and came back with the right words. so, he isn’t that bad after all, you thought.

“okay.. sure.” you smiled. you pulled out your phone from your back pocket and opened the ‘phone’ app, opening the keypad and giving the phone to him to suggest that you wanted his number. after a few seconds of tapping, he gives you your phone back and you go to save his contact. you quickly grasp that you never got his name.

“oh, i never got your name. what is your name?” you looked up at him, it seems he forgot too. “right. nanami. n-a-n-a-m-i.” he spelled out for you as you typed. you nodded.

“well, okay nanami. my name is y/n, it’s nice to meet you.” he gave you a small smile. “it’s nice to meet you too y/n.”

“i’m gonna go, i have things to do. i’ll text you later.” he nodded and you turned around again but this time in a better mood than you were in before. you had already walked about a few feet when you heard a yell.

“wait, how is your name spelled?”

“you’ll figure it out!” you yelled back. waving your hand goodbye.

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[stranger-things-trash]

“Eddie what the fuck are doing in my house?” Steve looked at the man laying across his couch, eating a bowl of his cereal, in his house.

“Morning sweetheart,” Eddie responded, his eyes glued to the T.V. “I left the cereal out for you.”

“Wow thanks,” He responded sarcastically, walking down the rest of the stairs to the kitchen. He did indeed find the open box of cereal and bowl sitting on the counter waiting for him. He poured himself a bowl and walked back over to the couch, his boyfriend’s eyes still glued to the T.V. “So you gonna tell me why you’re here or just ignore me for…what are you even watching?”

“Ghostbusters.”

“...I don’t own that movie. Did you bring a movie to watch at my house?”

“Maybe,” Eddie smiled smugly.

“Move,” Steve muttered, shoving Eddie’s legs off of the couch so he could sit. However, Eddie simply moved his legs onto Steve’s lap instead. The two sat in silence for a while, Eddie enjoying the movie and Steve enjoying watching Eddie. The two briefly made eye contact as Eddie turned to look at Steve, not realizing that his boyfriend was already looking at him. Steve’s face turned bright red as he quickly looked away.

“Come here dork,” Eddie laughed, reaching up to grab the collar of his shirt, abandoning the half eaten bowl of cereal on the coffee table.

The two shared a kiss, short and simple as neither were in a good position to take it any further. Still holding onto Steve’s collar, Eddie repositioned himself so he was sitting and pulled Steve back into the kiss.

This time Steve was the one to pull away, “While I love you, I would like to know how you got here,” He said softly.

“Your house is always unlocked, like, anyone can just walk on in here anytime they want.” He laughed.

Before he had a chance to respond he was pulled back into the kiss. Steve's hands found themselves tangled in Eddie's curly brown hair, who had repositioned himself once again so he was straddling Steve's waist. Little to no space between them as the two enjoyed each other's embrace.

"What the fuck?" A voice from behind yelled.

The two quickly pulled apart and looked to see who the voice belonged to.

"Hey Dustin," Eddie chuckled nervously as Steve buried his head into Eddie's Hellfire shirt.

"Please tell me you're both wearing pants before I walk any closer."

"Relax Henderson, we're wearing pants," Steve responded, still holding onto Eddie's shirt.

"Well Harrington's wearing pants,"

"Don't listen to Eddie," Steve pushed him off as Eddie laughed to himself, "Why are you here?"

"That's unimportant, what's more important is," Dustin gestured to them, "whatever this is."

"I was making out with my boyfriend and I would like to continue doing that so if you would lea-"

"Boyfriend?! You're already at the boyfriend stage? And neither of you told me?"

"It wasn't exactly, any of your business Dustin," Steve replied tiredly.

“I told you when I got a girlfriend.”

“You have a girlfriend? Since when?” Eddie questioned, only to be left without an answer.

"And I thought you had a thing for Nancy?"

"Jesus why does everyone think I have a thing for Nance!"

"Cause you're so insistent on telling her you don't have a thing for Robin." Eddie, who was now laying across Steve's lap, reminded.

"Okay you are not involved in this conversation." He looked down at his boyfriend who had a smug look on his face.

"He does have a good point though,"

"Well now you know I really don't have a thing for Nancy! I have a thing for Eddie!"

"Aw Steve I'm flattered,"

Steve gave him an annoyed look before turning his attention back to Dustin. He was still taking in the scene in front of him, completely forgetting about his original reason for coming over.

“I’m honestly surprised you didn’t already know,” Eddie thought out loud, “I mean, you’re really fucking smart. Probably will graduate before me.”

“Eddie don’t say that you're gonna graduate.”

“Haven’t been able to yet sweetheart.” He laughed.

“I should probably go now,” Dustin said as he already started walking back to the door.

“Dustin wait-” Steve moved Eddie off his lap and followed the kid to the door. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this. If it makes you feel any better we haven’t really told anyone.”

“You don’t sound sure of that.” He remarked.

“You wanna try keeping secrets from Nancy and Robin? It’s goddamn impossible.”

“Just promise me the next time you get a boyfriend or girlfriend, you tell me.”

“Okay fine I promise,” Steve sighed and shook Dustin’s hand in agreement.

“You’ll have to get rid of me first!” Eddie, who had resumed eating his cereal, yelled from the couch.

“Can’t you see we are having a moment?” Steve yelled back.

Dustin laughed and the two performed their handshake as Eddie watched from afar, chuckling to himself as Steve pretended to die as Dustin stabbed him. Fucking dorks he thought to himself.

And with that, Steve’s kid left, leaving the two alone again. “Was it just me or did he take that really well?”

“I mean, the kid’s seen worse,” Eddie reminded as Steve sat back down on the couch, “His two older guy friends kissing is the least of his worries.”

“That’s…that’s fair.” He agreed. Eddie smiled and sat up to kiss Steve on the cheek before leaning his head on his shoulder and interlocking their hands. “Love you Eds,” He smiled softly.

“Yeah yeah, love you too,” Eddie turned away to hide his blushing face, “Let’s just-let’s just keep watching the movie.”

#just wanted to post one of my old steddie oneshot :) #steddie fandom #steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie oneshot #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson

[dollfacedsl1ut]

hellooo, im here to request bimbofication with Karina, maybe with some marking aswell if thats alright with u ^-^

thank u and i hope u have a great day!<3

omg I think I have the perfect scenario "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა

╰ Mommy rina finds out you showed your body to men on the internet 👀

Pairing : !dom step mom rina x !fem reader

Content : Smut, Bimbofication (think this is right), mentions of sex over cam, fingering, squirting, crying, spanking, clit slapping(IJBOL), rina is mean

Word Count : 477

a/n : first anon omg I hope this is good >.< sorry for any mistakes!

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Flopping on your bed tiredly you open your bank account seeing a tip from your recently cam session smiling to yourself you texted the person a thank you note before scheduling another session the next day you yawned seeing the time 2:38 a.m. “damn it’s that late” you murmured, shutting off your phone before cuddling up against your pink silk pillow then falling asleep.

At 10:52 a.m. your finally woke up slipping on your fur slippers and walking down the the kitchen making a bowl of cereal your step mom Karina storms down stairs before slamming her phone on the table “Y/n what the fuck is this!”, peeping at her phone you seen… yourself from the cam session nearly 9 hours ago “w-what I-he said he wouldn’t send it to anyone” Karina glared at you before yanking you out your chair and pulling you back to your room “i-I’m sorry I didn’t know please-“ karina ignored your sobs before slotting you up against your desk “since you wanna act like a slut I’ll treat you like one” she pulled down your shorts as they fell against your ankles “I’m sorry mommy please don’t” ignoring your pleads she spanked your butt harshly “count each one” she landed harsh spanks on your butt as tears rolled down your cheeks , after 20 spanks your bottom was left red a bruised, eyeing your disheveled state she noticed the wetness of your panties “You really are a slut aren’t you” she patted your clit confirming her suspicions, “awe gonna cum from a few spanks” giggling softly she pulled down your panties before plunging her long slender fingers in your puffy cunt her fingers filled your cunt so deliciously she pressed her palm against the small of your back your hips flushing them against the table, moans and whimpers escaped your plush lips as she rutted her fingers inside you, wetness and precum soaking her fingers with each movement you clenched around her fingers “please m-mommy I won’t do it again” your plead rang in her brain as she ruts her fingers inside faster brushing against your cervix, your whimpers getting higher until on high pitched moan lead to your release, cumming all over her fingers, she pulled them out before hitting your red puffy cunt, your thighs trembling “I can’t hold I-it in” hearing that Karina pressed her palm against your tummy hitting your clit in the same pace “f-fuck I’m gonna cum again” Karina giggled “then cum you did it before can you be good for me” the sensation of her hand against your sensitive cunt caused you to squirt against her forearm “mmh good girl” Karina tapped your butt softly “don’t let me catch you do this against okay?” You nodded as Karina walked out your room you peered at your phone seeing the alarm go off for your next video session….

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[starlightsearches]

Just saw your post for kinky prompts 👀 what do we think about hate-fucking Eddie 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Payback

Kinky Prompts

My friend, we think veeeeerrrry favorably about being hate-fucked by Eddie! Thank you for sending this in 💖 Requests are open; comments, likes and reblogs make me soooooooooooooooo happy!

Eddie Munson x Virgin! Femme! Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, PIV sex, protected sex, spanking, virginity kink (kind of), corruption kink (kind of), fingering (f), orgasm delay (f), clothed sex, crying during sex, a little tender for hate-fucking whoops but i contain multitudes, mentions of canon-typical violence, language, season 4 volume 1 spoilers!

"You know you don't have to babysit me, right?"

Eddie pops around the corner from one of the bedrooms, awake from his third nap of the day and scratching at his skin under the collar of his hellfire shirt. The movement puts the top of a tattoo on display, but you can't identify it from this angle, not without catching the black collar in your finger and pulling it down a few more inches.

You tear your eyes from him, glancing at the windows out of habit, letting out a sharp breath through your nose. The curtains are still closed—just like the last time you checked—but his shadow could still be visible to someone passing by.

"It was Nancy's idea. Will you sit the fuck down?"

Eddie rolls his big dumb eyes, plopping down on the floor beside you. He keeps his long legs bent, pale knees poking from the rips in his jeans.

"Well at least you're not cranky about being stuck with me, princess. Because that would make my exile totally unbearable."

You meet his eyes, catch his mocking smile, and shift an inch to the side.

"First off, don't call me princess. Second, you smell like shit. When's the last time you showered?"

He huffs, pretending to think, chin cupped in his hand. "Probably around the last time you slept. If those bags under your eyes get any bigger they're gonna need their own zip code."

You just flash him your middle finger, resting your head against the cupboard and trying to ignore the throbbing pain in your eyes. It's not like you've been trying to stay awake, but stress could do that to you. Every time you closed your eyes, your brain went into overdrive—imagining the yawning horror you'd feel finding your friends' bodies with their arms bent at odd angles and their eyes gouged out.

Eddie nudges you with his knee just as a shiver travels through you, denim he wears brushing against your bare thigh, repeating the movement over and over again until you look at him. He ignores the glare you give him.

"Seriously though, how long have you been awake? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I can manage not to burn the house down for a couple of hours without your constant supervision."

"Right," you scoff, "and when Jason and his friends show up to beat your ass, you can annoy them to death."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

The sun's just starting to set beyond the windows—his cue to stand without you yelling at him again—and he does, navigating the darkening kitchen with ease and grabbing a cereal box from the counter. "Out of curiosity, how are you planning on protecting me? Besides batting your eyelashes and bending over in that little skirt?"

"Something along those lines, yeah."

Eddie still doesn't know about the baseball bat you borrowed from Steve, hidden under the couch. As far as you're concerned, he doesn't need to.

"Good to know they'll all be rock hard when they kill me. Wouldn't have it any other way."

You make a face—maybe just to hide the way your eyes go wide at the idea of anybody being rock hard. "You're disgusting."

"So I've been told," he says, spraying a mouthful of honey comb, "by you, actually."

You just stare at him blankly, watching him chew as you replay the last few days. A lot had happened since you'd saw him threaten Steve with that busted bottle, and you'd called plenty of names during that time, but disgusting wasn't one of them. "No I haven't!"

He's not looking at you, admiring the silver glint of his rings, fingers splayed.

"You're friends did though," he says, quiet enough that you have to stand just to hear him, "and I don't remember you going out of your way to shut them up."

Oh. He's not talking about your friends—Steve and Dustin and the others. He's talking about your friends, the ones from before—the little clique of girls you ate lunch with every day for four years without really knowing each other at all.

"Whatever," you shrug, trying to brush off the accusation, sorting through the food Dustin had picked out to keep your hands busy, "that was high school."

He's unimpressed with your defense. "Okay, well you were a bitch in high school."

It hasn't even been a year since your graduation, but the person you were then isn't someone you'd recognize anymore. Hearing him say that about you makes your stomach sink—remembering all the times you had been a bitch to Eddie and people like him. You'd never be able to take those moments back, no matter how often you and your new friends saved the world.

You do your best to hide the hurt, reaching for a handful of M&Ms. If defense wouldn't work, you'd have to go offensive.

"If we're gonna bring up high school, you fucking started it."

Eddie leans in close under the guise of snatching some of the chocolate from your hand, warm fingers dancing over the skin of your palm.

"How'd I do that?" he asks with mock sincerity. Your heart races watching the movement of his dark pink lips.

"You know . . . you were always kicking my chair in Mrs. Click's class, and sticking chewed gum in my notebook when I turned to talk with Jared or Ashley, and- and whatever."

You can't look at him and talk at the same time. Not when he's got a few strands of hair caught up in his ridiculously long eyelashes, luring you into the warm center of his gaze, trying to trap you there.

He brushes some of the hair out of his eyes, sliding a little closer, chest pressed up against your shoulder. His skin is warm enough you can feel it through his shirt. His voice gets throatier when he whispers.

"How else was I guy like me supposed to get your attention?"

The M&Ms are turning to mush in your palm, crunching a little when your fist tightens involuntarily. You drop the chocolatey glob on the table, sliding away from him and facing the sink, hoping he couldn't feel the heat in your cheeks.

"You've made funnier jokes, Munson."

He just keeps talking, even with your back turned to him, spewing out shit that makes your whole body tense.

"Not a joke, babe. I've always had a thing for pretty girls with sticks up their asses. Figured somebody needed to fuck that attitude out of you."

You've got a death grip on the towel beside the sink, dripping little puddles all over the counter.

"I don't have anything up my ass," you mutter under your breath, as if a weak attempt like that would stop him when he's just getting started.

"—and I figured I could do the job, since those dickheads always drooling around you looked too stupid to fuck their way out of a paper bag—"

You just scrunch your nose, talking to yourself, "like I would know anything about that."

You're sure he won't notice your mumbled response, not when he's having such a good time talking to himself. And you're busy—in your own way—thinking about how many of those same dickheads had left you drunk in party bathrooms or alone in the woods on moonless nights when you'd shoved their hands away from your hemline one too many times.

"What?"

Eddie heard you, somehow—the one time you didn't want him to. Shaking the thoughts from your head, you do your best to change the subject. "Nothing. We really should talk about something else—"

"Wait, are you—?"—Eddie's sidled right beside you at the counter, leaning forward on both arms, smiling so fucking wide your hand itches to slap the smug look from his face— "Holy shit, are you a virgin?"

Fuck.

"I said I didn't want to talk about it!"

You throw the towel at him, but it just smacks against his chest with a disappointing thud, doing nothing to tone down your anger or the stinging embarrassment. "God, don't you ever shut up?"

He's totally immune to your little tantrum, taking one of your hands in his own, bringing it close to him, playing with your fingers.

He's got big hands. They practically swallow your own with no effort, the boar's head ring smiling up at you. You don't want to think about what they'd feel like touching you elsewhere, his huge, hot palms cupping your ass, spreading you apart with his ring-heavy fingers.

"Aw, baby," he coos, "if you wanted me to be your first, you could've just asked."

"Don't be delusional, Munson," you say, yanking your hand from his grip. It tingles a little where he's touched you, nerves deadened when they're not feeling him.

It's not like you cared that much about who was your first; it was always more about how. All those other losers had been fine with a quick fuck in the back of a car and you weren't about that. It's not like you expected candles and rose petals and shit—just a guy who'd at least try to get you off.

With the way he's looking at you now, Eddie's seeming more and more like the perfect candidate.

"Yeah, delusional, okay," Eddie's tone is sarcastic as he rolls his eyes, coming in close, seeing right through you like a piece of glass. His hair is brushing against your cheeks, hot breath on your neck, and your whole body responds, thighs pressing together, a thick swallow in your throat. He smells like cigarettes, with the faintest faded whiff cologne underneath the sharp sting of sweat. The more you have of it, the more you want.

There's something sinful reflected in his eyes when you look at him; it takes a second for you to recognize it's your own expression.

"Five bucks says you're wet for me right now."

He's surprised the sarcasm right out of you, reading you like that—leaving your voice weak and breathless, without your usual bite. "In your dreams, maybe."

"Oh yeah, all the time,—" the tips of his fingers brush against the outside of your thigh, "—but that's not what we're talking about here."

His palm is like a brand, pressed just above your knee, thick thumb stroking across your bare skin.

"Stop that," you whisper. Your throat burns with the smell of him.

He just cocks a brow. "You want me to?"

No. You won't say it—swallowing the word down and staring at him in silence—but you can't say yes, even if you don't mean it. He's the kind of guy who would actually stop if you did.

And you can't have him stop.

His hand curls into a fist against your skin until you lose contact with the cool metal of his rings. Eddie's expression is almost stern.

"I'm gonna need to hear you say it, princess."

The nickname doesn't bother you this time, stoking the heat at your core enough to loosen your tongue, just in case he might say it again. "No. I don't want you to stop."

The smile he gives you is worth your pride a hundred times over.

"Good girl."

Eddie's hand moves painfully slow, tips of his fingers brushing over goosebumps like he's trying to read braille, doe eyes staring down at you, gaze flickering towards your lips. It could be ironic that the one time you were desperate for a guy to rush through this part, the guy in question is determined to take his time.

It could be ironic, if it wasn't so fucking infuriating.

"Eddie," you say—way too desperate—but he just smiles at the shift of your hips as you take the last inch between his fingers and the soaked fabric of your panties by force.

Fuck, he feels good between your thighs—even just this part of him. He strokes his fingers back and forth, pinching a little at your covered pussy, laughing at the gasping sound you make when one of his rings catches against your clit.

You don't even care that it was this easy for him. You couldn't give less of a fuck.

He's got dimples in his cheeks from the grin he wears. "I'm flattered, sweetheart. This all for me?"

He's still stroking you, a smooth back and forth with his long, beautiful fingers. It's hard to form words anymore.

"Sh- shut up."

"About this?" His hips are harsh against yours, "uh-uh, never. I'm never gonna shut up about this wet. fucking. pussy."

He's breathing hard, gripping roughly at your cunt, punctuating each word with a brush against your clit, the tip of one finger past your lips and stroking along your entrance. Even through the cotton it makes you squirm, the feel of the soft, wet fabric almost too much for your sensitive cunt.

Your clumsy hands meet at his belt buckle, just resting there, arms jellied by the way he's touching you.

"Eddie."

He's got his ear pressed up against your cheek, a few of his flyaways sticking to the sweat on your temples. It's good he's so close or he might not be able to hear you at all.

"Yeah?" His chest heaves, arm muscles tight where they press against your stomach. When you lean back enough to meet his eyes, he's got his tongue caught between his teeth.

"I don't—fuck—I don't have five dollars."

"What?"

He actually stops his assault on your pussy for just a moment, and you breathe a soft laugh. It's nice to know you're not the only one who can be caught of guard.

"The bet. I owe you five—"

The thrust of his hips cuts off the end of your sentence, alarm bells ringing in your head. He hadn't been carrying anything in his pockets, as far as you knew—no switchblade or flashlight or a fucking cucumber by the feel of it. Which could only mean one thing.

Eddie Munson is rock fucking hard. For you.

His hand still cups your pussy as the other takes you by the neck, palm easily spanning your entire jaw and there's no chance you'd even think about fighting him when he guides you closer to his lips.

"I think we can work something out."

Eddie's kisses are intoxicating—hot and wet and strong, putting a burn in your throat from the power behind it—body aching at the way he bends you, his jaw pressed tight against yours, guiding your body with every shift of his head. He's got his tongue past your open lips, tasting like cigarettes and sugary breakfast cereal and stale sleep and it's still got you weak at the knees.

Kissing Eddie is everything.

He's making little moaning noises against your lips, the pressure behind his hips denting your back against the counter, digging into you enough there might be print of his dick on your thigh when he pulls away. His hand has gone still as he's caught up in this kiss, and grinding down against his fingers isn't enough anymore for the gnawing heat in your cunt.

You pull back, turning your head a little to the side when he chases after your lips.

"Fuck me, Eddie."

Even in the fading light, you can see how dark Eddie's eyes have become—already deep irises swallowed by black pupils.

"Really?"

His adam's apple bobs with a harsh swallow, like he didn't even think it would get to this point. You don't have time to worry about the statistical likelihood of a situation where you'd be begging Eddie Munson to fuck you—not with the way your pussy is throbbing.

"God, Eddie. Yes."

The muscles in his throat tense, thin blue veins distended, and if he's nervous taking control, he doesn't show it. You, on the other hand, are shaking like a fucking leaf.

"Bend over," he tells you, and you comply without comment—just grateful you don't have to make any of these decisions yourself—stretching out long, arms at an angle against the wall and chest flat against the table top.

There's the heat of his body against your thighs as Eddie steps closer, hips looming behind you, just out of reach. The fabric of your skirt is shifted out of the way, bunched up around your waist, and then Eddie's broad palm cups your ass, thumb achingly close to your core again, whispered touch moving closer, closer, the flat of his thumb pressed against your dripping hole. His other hand reaches for the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down roughly over your hips with the scrape of his rings until they fall to your ankles, leaving you totally bare.

And then you feel the harsh smack of his hand against the swell of your cheek, hips forced into the counter and a low moan on your lips.

You're still reeling when you turn back to look at him.

"Jesus Christ, Eddie!"

"Sorry, baby, but I had to," he laughs, untouched by your anger as always, looking a little endeared by the glare you send over your shoulder.

"You could warn me first," you grumble. Then maybe you could have done something about the mortifying sound you'd just made.

His fingers rub gently at the mark he must have left against your ass cheek, soothing the ache as he presses his chest against your back. "Where's the fun in that?"

He grins—face framed by wild hair, big eyes shining—and it mollifies you, but only slightly.

"Are you gonna fuck me or not?"

"Patience, baby," —he leans off you, reaching into his back pocket for a little silver-foiled packet—"safety first."

A fucking condom. You roll your eyes. "How long have you had that on you?"

"Since you told me you were staying. Rick keeps a bunch lying around—figured it couldn't hurt to be prepared."

So he's been thinking about fucking you for the past two days. You're not sure if that makes you more desperate or more annoyed.

You lay your head back down, rolling your eyes even though he can't see them at this angle. "You're an ass, Eddie Munson."

Not that you care, not with the sound of his zipper and the clink of his belt—which definitely make you hornier—the crinkle of the condom wrapper and the way you hear him spit a piece of the shiny foil onto the floor after opening it with his teeth.

With your cheek pressed to the table, you can't see what he's doing, shifting your hips side to side as you as you wait to feel him touch you again. It starts with a hand at your hip, pulling you against him, the white-hot pit in your stomach fueled by the feeling of his cock pressed between your ass cheeks, teasing you with a few soft strokes.

"You sure you want this?"

His other hand wraps around your waist, splitting your folds with his fingers, just barely petting across your clit. You can feel your pussy dripping for him.

"God, yes. Pl—"

He cuts you off, the end of the word lost in an ungodly moan as he presses the thick head of his cock past your messy entrance, and the stretch is already unreal—a searing sting that has your eyes rolling back in your head and your nails biting into your palms.

"Christ, baby, you're fucking tight," he says, with a hint of awe in his voice, sliding forward another inch, drunk on your little whimpered sounds.

You can't keep quiet as Eddie thrusts forward again, and again, and again, going until you're sure it would be impossible for him to have any dick left, cunt pulsing around him like its in cardiac arrest.

And then he gives you another inch.

"Fuck," —it's the only word you know anymore, the only thing you can think past the tremors running up and down your entire body, every brain cell you've got focused on the stunning pain stretching out your cunt, so full it's like you can feel the tip of him nudging at your lungs. "Fuck."

Eddie's not saying a word—a first for him—but you can tell he's thinking the same thing you are, can feel the letters F-U-C-K printed against your hip bones on the tips of his fingers. His breathing is loud and messy, shifting his hips just slightly until there's the soft slap of his balls against the backs of your thighs.

"Gotta, Jesus,"—two of Eddie's fingers press down against your clit, and you whine, wiggling a little at the feeling until his other hand tightens against your hips, "gotta loosen you up a little, baby. I'm 'bout to fuckin' bust."

He sandwiches you against the counter as he shifts forward to improve the angle of his fingers, circling your clit steadily. Your legs part, a little wider, hoping to make room for more of the feeling he's giving you.

"That's a good girl," Eddie groans.

You hadn't even noticed the way you'd been rocking your hips back against him, too absorbed by the feeling of his dick nudging at some shining point inside you, setting off fireworks behind your eyes with each brush.

He thrusts into you in earnest, and it's like you can hear the pop of your mind's pyrotechnics, the bass thudding in your chest, coming out of your mouth as long, throaty moans.

And Eddie must like those noises you're making, because it's got him pounding at you faster—slamming his whole dick into you hard enough to make the cupboards shake.

"Gonna ruin this fucking virgin pussy," he says, but you're not sure if you're meant to hear, or if it's a promise he's making to himself, "gonna ruin you for the next asshole who comes along."

"Fuck Eddie, I want you to . . . don't- don't want anybody else."

Jesus, where did that come from? Half an hour ago you were teetering on the edge of throttling him and now you're promising him a life-time unlimited supply of pussy.

If he replies, you can't hear him over your high-pitched whine as he pinches at your clit, strumming at you with his guitar-calloused finger tips.

"Gonna cum," you warn him, lashes fluttering at the way the heat is building in your gut and your pussy and your chest, building higher and higher, ready to take you.

Until he pulls back, totally still with his hands at your hips.

"Edddiiiieeeeeeeeeee."

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. The feeling's gone, and no amount of whining is going to get it back, the opening of your cunt trembling and dripping and empty.

He shushes you, one hand at your neck, ring biting at your throat and the chain at his wrist brushing against your chin as he pulls you close. Fat tears blur your vision until he's one big, brown smudge of hair and pink skin.

"Can't make it too easy for you, honey," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your puffy lips. You blink the tears from your eyes.

"That was mean."

His chest shakes with laughter, and some of your spend smears across your cheek as he brushes a strand of hair back behind ear. "Let's consider it payback, princess. You wanna cum this time?"

I wanted to cum the last time, you think, but don't say it. He's fucked the antagonism right out of you. "Yes, please."

He kisses you, and the angle is awkward with you propped up on your hands, his tongue halfway down your throat as his other hand guides the head of his cock back to your throbbing entrance. He slides inside with ease.

It feels better with him this close, his thrusts shorter and slower but hitting you just right, hips slapping against yours, belt and chains jangling in time with the wet squelch of your cunt. It feels better when you can taste him, running the tip of your tongue along the edge of his teeth.

"You close again, baby?" he asks between sharp breaths. You nod, feeling hot, feeling used, thighs coated with your sticky wet cum, and body trembling in his grasp.

"Eddie," his name is like a cry on your lips, everything else stolen. You can't get the other words out, can't tell him that you feel it looming and it's heavier than the last time and it's strong enough to scare you, can't tell him that you don't know what's going to happen or who you'll be on the other side. "Eddie."

He's unphased, laughing, face mashed up against your cheek. "Tell me about it."

It takes you, fucking swallows you up and spits you out. Your whole body is pulsing, a ten on the Richter scale emanating from your pussy. Total devastation.

He thrusts into a few more times, fucking you through it, short bursts that make you whimper until the quaking stops and he groans, sliding from your cunt.

"God fucking damn," Eddie says, rattling around the kitchen, and you don't have a single brain cell left to wonder what he's doing, "how was that for your first time?"

It's a good question. You shift experimentally, aching in places you didn't know existed and numb everywhere else.

He's back at your side with a wet dish towel in hand. Eddie pets it gently between your legs, cleaning up everything sticky from your skin and your hair. You just hope Rick won't mind finding a towel covered in pussy juice in his house whenever he gets out of prison.

There's a soft look in Eddie's eyes as he cleans you up, tongue caught between his teeth, and it has you gnawing on your lips—a melty feeling in your chest no orgasm could cause.

"So . . . what happens now?"

You're not sure what you're hoping for—if you want him to kiss you, or tell you he'll fuck you whenever, no strings attached, or promise he'd never bring up the way you screamed for him ever again.

Actually, you know you don't want the last one. Beyond that, you're willing to take what you can get.

"Now," Eddie says, cupping your face in his hands, "you finally get some fucking sleep."

Maybe he's being stupid on purpose, saving your question for another time when you've got a little more mental prowess available and he's not being hunted for sport. Eddie leads you to Rick's bedroom, one hand at your waist, and your exhaustion hits you in a wave. You hadn't even realized how hard you'd been working to keep your eyes open.

The rest of you might be on the edge of sleep, but your suspicion is wide awake. "Did you only fuck me to tire me out?"

Eddie chuckles, crawling onto the big mattress and guiding you up with him, his body softer beneath yours in the darkness.

"Not only," he whispers, arms tight around your waist, "but I think it worked out alright."

You're breathing steadier already, having him here. There's no need to listen for him alive outside the door when you've got his heart beat beneath you. You'd never realized how much you worried about him whenever he was out of your sight.

"Eddie?"

He's lit a cigarette—you can see the red orange tip of it glow brighter in the darkness when he takes a drag.

"What, baby?"

"I'm sorry I was a bitch to you in high school."

His chest rises and falls with steady breaths. "Don't worry about it."

And then it's quiet again, your eyelids falling closed and staying that way. Eddie keeps a hand on you—sometimes stroking gently over your arm, or nestled tight at your waist. You would have thought that kind of movement would keep you awake, but you can feel your body grow heavier against him, muscles relaxing under his touch.

"Hey, Eddie?" You don't even bother to open your eyes this time.

"What is it now?"

"Can we do that again," you ask, sentence broken up by a soft yawn, "you know, when I wake up?"

"Sure thing, baby," Eddie promises, "whenever you want."

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There’s something truly liminal about a grocery store when it is, for the most part, unoccupied.

You stood alone, listening to the quiet music playing over the speakers as you deliberated on which cereal you wanted.

“You know, personally I’d go with the Count Chocula, or Apple Jacks, but maybe that’s just me.”

The sudden voice next to you caused your body to tense up, and you whipped around, coming face to face with Sam as he stood with his usual goofy ass grin plastered on his face.

Your eyes rolled, but a smile quickly formed on your lips. “You know, a hello would have sufficed, rather than scaring the shit out of me.”

He shrugged, and reached past you to grab a box of the aforementioned Count Chocula cereal. “Maybe, but where’s the fun in that?”

It had been a couple weeks since you last saw him, since the night at the pub… and since you woke up the morning after having dreamed about him all night, about how his lips felt against your own, how gentle he was as he held you close to him… It was a lot to grapple with, and it left you in desperate need of a cold shower and a strong cup of coffee.

But there he stood, leaning against the handle of your cart as he watched you pick out cereal.

“You know, it’s funny I ran into you actually.”

You turned to him as you reached for a box of Apple Jacks, a curious look on your face urging him to continue speaking.

“I was gonna text you to see if you were free tonight. I’m having some friends over for a game night, gonna get some pizza, have some drinks, if you’d like to come.”

Your eyes caught something, well someone walking past the end of the aisle, and your focus drifted from Sam. He quickly noticed the change in focus, and turned to see what you were looking at.

“You alright, Y/n? Is that the uh… the dreaded ex?”

You slowly nodded, continuing to watch as he walked around with his new girlfriend on his arm.

“What’s his name?”

“Adam”

“Well, Adam is a loser, and what he did to you is fucking awful.”

You turned to him, confused as to how he knew about what happened between you and your ex, but he was still looking down the aisle at Adam. “How do you know what happened?”

He turned back to you, shaking off the sour look he had been directing at your ex before speaking. “Eleanor gets chatty after a few drinks.”

You nodded in agreement, but stayed quiet, peeking over his shoulder again to see Adam looking back at you, and you froze.

“Hey.” The feeling of Sam’s hand on your arm calmed your nerves, and his voice brought your attention back to him. “I mean what I said, he’s a fucking loser, and you’re way out of his league. Pay him no mind, he doesn’t deserve your attention.”

You nodded, and looked down at your shoes for a moment before you felt the gentle pressure of Sam’s finger beneath your chin, lifting your face to look at him. “Can you repeat that back to me? He’s a loser…”

“He’s a loser.”

“You’re out of his league.”

You stared blankly at him for a moment, and he sighed. “Come on, say it for me.”

“I’m out of his league.”

“Yes you are, and he doesn’t deserve your attention.”

“He doesn’t deserve my attention.”

“Atta girl.” You watched a smirk form on his lips as his finger dropped from your chin. “Now, would you like to continue shopping together? I could use a second opinion on what snacks to get for tonight.”

The simple nod you gave him was enough for the smirk to turn into a wide grin, and you turned back to lean against the handle of your cart. “So, what kind of games should I be preparing to play tonight?”

“So you are gonna come?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”

The two of you made your way to the end of the aisle, and you turned to Sam. “Where to next?”

“Deli, need to pick out some meat and cheese.”

Your gaze dropped to the small basket he was carrying before lifting back up to look at him. “There’s no way you’re going to fit everything you need in that basket.”

He looked down at his basket, then at your cart before looking at you. “Would you mind if I put my stuff in your cart?”

You shook your head, and gestured for him to add his stuff into the cart. “Of course not, go ahead.”

You stayed stationary while Sam placed the basket of his groceries into the cart, and waited for him to take the lead, but he simply made his way back to the space beside you. You turned to look at him, and were met with movement as he tucked himself closer behind you and placed a hand over each of your own on the handle of the cart before slowly pushing it, and in turn, you forward. “Lead the way, gorgeous. I’m perfectly content following you around.”

There was an undeniable feeling in you that your brain short circuited the moment he touched you, but his words brought a blush to your cheeks that would make a rose jealous. He stuck to you for the first few steps before he let his hands slip from yours and he fell into step with you.

You could imagine the smug look on his face without having to look at him, but what you didn’t see was the way Adam watched you turn into a flustered mess at Sam’s proximity and words, or the way Sam made a show of holding back to watch you walk away for a few seconds before making a move to catch up with you.

The two of you made your way around the store, slowly filling the cart with whatever you chose before you finally ended up in the produce section. You watched as Sam sped ahead of you a little, making a b-line for the assortment of melons on display. He pondered over the pile for a moment before he picked up two cantaloupes and turned to you. “Which one looks better?”

Your eyes dropped to the melons in his hands, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the way he had them held against his chest. He seemed to catch the small laugh as it escaped you, and his eyes dropped to look at what you were seeing. An airy chuckle came from Sam as he looked back up at you. “My eyes are up here you know.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped away from your cart to take one of the cantaloupes from his hand and place it in the cart. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Sam.”

“I could say the same to you, dear.”

When you turned to look back at him, somewhat taken aback by what he had called you, he had already walked away, looking instead at the array of different peppers.

You were only in the store for another ten minutes before you and Sam walked out into the parking lot.

“Where are you parked?”

You turned to look at him quickly before swiveling to find your car and point at it. He hummed and stepped away from you and the cart. “Why don’t you head over to your car, I can see an empty spot next to you. I’ll grab my car and make my way over.”

You gave him a quick nod and began to walk over to your car, trying your best not to get hit by the idiots who don’t know how to drive in a parking lot. Your head was hung as you searched through your bag for your car keys, leaving you unsuspecting of someone walking up to you.

“What happened to your little boyfriend? Did he get sick of you already?”

You knew exactly who the voice belonged to as it invaded your ears, but you kept your gaze focused on your task as you pulled your keys from your bag and popped the trunk of your car.

“If that was some attempt to make me jealous, that’s kind of-”

Before you had the chance to turn around and snap at him, the sound of a car horn cut him off, and you turned instead to see Sam’s car idling as he waited to get into the empty parking spot that Adam was standing in.

You watched as the window rolled down and Sam turned to look at Adam. “Hey asshole, the brakes in this car are on the fritz, so I can’t promise that it won’t run you over if you don’t leave her alone and move the fuck out of the way.”

Adam scrambled out of the way, looking over at you one last time, seeing the shocked look on your face, and the fresh blush creeping up onto your cheeks as you looked at Sam, before walking back to his car. Sam pulled into the spot and got out of the driver's side before making his way back to you, popping his truck as he walked.

“Are your brakes actually broken, Sam?”

He turned to you and chuckled, shaking his head as he gave the car a soft pat. “God no, I just bought this car, if the brakes were broken I would cry.”

“So you just-”

“Lied to get your jackass ex to move, yeah. Why? Did you not want me to? I can call him back over” his voice was teasing as he slowly turned and lifted his hand.

You quickly closed the distance between you and Sam, grabbing his arm and lowering it back to his side. “Please, god, no.”

He chuckled and lifted his free hand to your arm. “I would never, I’m just teasing.”

Your hands loosened from around his arm, falling back to your side as Sam turned to grab his groceries from the cart. “So… when should I make my way to your place?”

“Well.” He placed two bags into the trunk of his car before turning to you. “I know you’ve got lots to put away when you get home, so I won’t say right now, but whenever you’d like to make your way over the door will be open. Be warned though, I may put you to work helping me out with plating all this food if you come over too early.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, and stepped back to close the trunk of your own car. “Well, we’ll just have to see then won’t we?”

His lips turned into a small smirk as he watched you slowly back up toward the driver's side door of your car. “I guess so.”

You pulled open the car door and tossed your bag into the passenger's seat before turning back to him. “I’ll see you soon then.”

The smirk on his face grew to a smile, and he gave you a soft nod. “See you soon.”

The second you closed the car door you leaned over to your purse to grab your phone.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a few seconds, but before you could begin to type a knock on your window scared you back into paying attention to your surroundings. Sam was leaning toward your window before you could even roll it down, his knuckle still resting in the spot it had been even after the glass had lowered.

“Figured you might need these.” His hand opened, revealing your keys. “You know, for driving and getting back into your apartment.”

Slowly, you lifted your hand to pluck the ring of keys from his palm, retracting your hand back through the window before you chanced a glance at him. “Thanks, I must have dropped them while I was packing the trunk.”

“Guess you’re lucky I noticed them.” He straightened himself out and slowly began turning back to his car. “I’ll see you later, Y/n. Don’t miss me too much.”

There weren’t many times that you felt as frantic as you did walking into your apartment, grocery bags hung from each arm as you kicked the door shut and shuffled into the kitchen. If there were an olympic category for putting away groceries, you would have won gold, and only once you were sure that everything had been placed in the correct spots did you pick up your phone. You spend the short walk to the bathroom staring at your screen as you typed out a detailed account of what happened at the grocery store to send to your friends.

The realization dawned on you as you walked into the bathroom that you hadn’t put much effort into how you looked before going to the store. You looked in the mirror, noting the fact that your hair hadn’t been washed in a few days, which you had attempted to hide with a bit of dry shampoo and a claw clip, and the clothing you had plucked from your “chair pile” of clean clothes that you had yet to fold and put away.

A shower was exactly what you needed, and you spent ample time beneath the blistering heat of the water before you stepped out and back into your bedroom.

After spending almost an hour just laying on your bed scrolling through a variety of apps, and some much needed deliberation over FaceTime with your friends, you were finally dressed and ready to go. You were thankful for Nadine, who had informed you that she would be joining in on the fun as a fellow friend… and plus one to Danny.

You hadn’t realized just how badly you had been fidgeting in the back seat of the car until the sound of the driver's voice pulled you from your own thoughts.

“You alright back there? You seem nervous.”

A nervous chuckle bubbled out of you, and you looked down at your hands as you twiddled your thumbs. “That obvious, huh?”

“Just a tad.” The chuckle that came from the older man in the front seat was much lighter than yours, and when your gaze lifted, you were quickly met by his warm smile and kind eyes in the rear view mirror. “So what’s got you feeling so nervous, first date?”

You choked on your own spit at the thought, immediately even more flustered than you were before. “No… no nothing like that, just going to hang out with some friends.”

“Just hanging out with friends… hm. Am I correct in assuming that you have feelings for one of these friends of yours.”

“Yeah…”

“And do you know if this friend has feelings for you as well?”

“I… I don’t really know.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, the last time we hung out we shared an Uber to go back to our respective houses… and when we arrived at my place he got out to say goodnight, which isn’t unusual… but then we kissed.”

“Well that’s a great sign!”

You could still see the soft expression that crossed Sam’s features as he looked at you that night. You could feel the weight of his gaze as his eyes took in every little detail on your face, and the way his lips pressed against your own.

“Sure, except that immediately after he muttered goodnight and scurried back into the car.”

“Well that just sounds like the poor boy was just as nervous as you are now.” His eyes flickered back to the rear view mirror as he pulled up to the curb outside of what you assumed to be your destination, and when he saw the skeptical look on your face he made the effort to turn and look at you properly. “Let yourself relax, darling. The longer you get stuck in that head of yours, the worse it’s gonna be.”

You nodded and looked back down at your hands.

“I was the same as him at some point in the distant past. Just a nervous, idiotic young man that would forget how to function around a girl that I had feelings for. Let yourself relax, if it’s meant to happen, it will happen.”

You looked up at him, offering a small smile to match his, and he gave you a reassuring nod. “My late wife, the love of my life, used to tell me that fate always meant for the two of us to end up together, we just had to allow ourselves to believe that love would find us when we were ready.”

Something caught his attention, causing him to turn away from you and look out the window. “Is this the guy?”

You turned and followed his gaze, finding Sam as he walked curiously down the driveway of the house. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

Sam’s eyes squinted in an attempt to figure out who was on the backseat, and you watched a wide grin break out on his face when you lifted your hand to offer a small wave.

The moment he stopped at the side of the car, your door was opened, and Sam offered a hand to help you out. “I was beginning to think you had taken a wrong turn.”

You thanked the driver as you stepped out of the car, and watched as Sam dipped his head down to look into the car. “Thank you for getting her here safe.”

“Any time, kid. It was a pleasure, she was the best passenger I’ve had in a long while. You two have a good night.”

“That’s the plan.” Sam stood up straight once again, giving the driver a wave as he shut the car door. “Have a good one.”

“Well.” Sam turned to you, and the intoxicating smile on his face caused a flurry of butterflies to erupt within you. “Come on then, I’ve got to give you the grand tour.”

You followed closely behind him and as the two of two walked through the front door, you immediately felt some of the anxiety you had been carrying fall away. Sam continued to walk as you shrugged your coat from your shoulders and bent over to untie your shoes.

“Where’d you go?”

His voice had become distant, having passed through what you had suspected to be at least one hallway of sorts before he finally noticed that you weren’t following behind him. “Taking my shoes off.”

He came shuffling back into the entryway within seconds, standing and watching as you pulled your shoes off and straightened up. “Sorry, I got a little ahead of myself there.”

You chuckled and stepped closer to him, your lips curling into a smile that you couldn’t fight, not in his presence at least. “No need to apologize, now show me around.”

A giddy energy blanketed the two of you as Sam reached for your hand, wrapping it within his own before dragging you along behind him further into the house.

After painstakingly showing you every inch of the main floor, Sam ran ahead of you and beckoned you up the stairs. “Alright, so we’ve got another bathroom here.”

His hand brushed along a closed door, and continued along the wall. Your gaze travelled along the decorated hall, pictures of family and friends leaving little room in the space between door frames.

“And this…” The soft tapping of his fingers against the dark wooden door brought your attention back to him. “Is where the magic happens. Also known as my bedroom.”

A playful smirk crept its way onto your lips as you turned your attention to the way he continued staring down the hall. “Where the magic happens, huh?”

His head whipped around to look at you, and he quickly mirrored your smirk. “Do you doubt me?”

And just like that, any thoughts that may have crossed your mind were washed away into the gutter. You wanted to say no, you didn’t doubt him, in fact you wanted him to prove it, but instead the two of you simply stood staring at one another until he chuckled and broke the silence. “Do you want to see the music room?”

You shook from your trance and gave him a small nod. “You have a music room?”

He beamed and nodded, waving for you to follow him as he turned and walked to the end of the hallway. He opened the door and made a dramatic show of displaying the now open room to you as you walked up to the doorway. “Holy shit. I knew you liked to play guitar, but I wasn’t expecting this.”

It was beautiful, a comfortable couch resting against the wall beneath a cascading display of various guitars. Across the room was a standing desk with a keyboard resting beneath the main deskspace. You watched as he made his way toward the couch, letting himself freefall into the cushions before looking back at you. “Kind of comes with the job I do, I guess.”

“You know, we never really talk about your job.” You were still leaning against the door frame, your eyes taking in all the small details of the room.

“There’s more interesting things to talk about.”

You turned back to him, your eyes locking with his as a small smile pulled at the corner of your lips. “Well I’d like to know more about it than you just ‘working in a music store with your brothers.’ Seems like it would be fun.”

His smile returned, and one of his hands dropped from behind his head to pat the empty space beside him on the couch. “Well come on over then, I’ll tell you all about it.”

You shuffled across the room, lowering yourself into the seat across the couch from him and turning to give him your full attention. “Go on.”

He turned himself to face you, readjusting himself to get comfortable. “It’s nothing overly special. I work with my brothers, and Danny. The store is owned by an old family friend, but the four of us have been keeping the place going now that he is getting a bit too old to manage it on his own.”

You pulled your legs onto the cushion to sit cross legged as you listened to him talk, nodding along, but when he paused, you worried that’s all he was going to say. “Well that can’t be all of it. What do you do?”

He looked somewhat surprised by your genuine interest, but quickly picked up where he left off. “Well, Josh pretty much runs the place. Danny helps with customer service and most of the heavy lifting. Jake does maintenance, he’ll fix pretty much whatever instrument someone brings in, he’s kind of a whiz with that stuff. He also does guitar lessons.”

“And you?”

He smiled and watched you sink further into the cushions, getting comfortable as you listened to him. “I mostly do customer service, but I also give guitar and piano lessons.”

“It’s nothing special… Sam, that’s such a cool job, you’re teaching people to play music, that’s so special.”

He seemed taken aback by what you said, and you watched him stare down at his hands as a light blush blossomed across his cheeks. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

There was a moment of quiet before Sam looked back up at you. “Do you play any instruments?”

“Not really, no. I wanted to learn how to play guitar in high school, but I never really got the hang of it so I just gave up.”

The smile on his face fell to a small frown, and you watched the cogs turn in his brain for a moment before his eyes locked on yours once again. “Would you let me try.”

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion as you looked back at him. “Let you try?”

“To teach you.”

��You’d really do that?”

Sam became somewhat sheepish at the question, but held eye contact with you. “Only if you want to. I’m not going to force you to learn.”

“No, I uh… I’d like that.” His smile returned, bright and warm at your words, and this time he got to watch as a blush rose to your cheeks. “I’d like that a lot actually. Maybe this time it’ll stick.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable quiet for a few minutes until Sam groaned and stretched before standing from the couch. You watched as he made his way to your side of the couch, and he made a show of offering a hand to you with a dramatic bow. “Shall we make our way downstairs to get the food plated?”

You giggled, nodding as you placed your hand in his and felt him pull you from the cushions. The two of you made your way downstairs, and Sam took the time to show you where all of the food was before he ran into the living room to turn on some music.

“We can’t be working in silence, that’s insane.”

Within an hour the two of you managed to put together a table full of various snacks. Bowls full of different flavors of chips, and platters covered in various meats and cheeses laid before you, organized to perfection along the length of his dining room table.

A low whistle passed through Sam’s lips as you made the final adjustments to the display, and you turned to see him staring at all of the food. “You think there’s enough?”

You shrugged and straightened up, turning properly toward him. “Good question, I don’t know how many people are going to be here, so you’d know better than me.”

His eyes flickered up from the table, meeting your eyes as the music kept the room from falling into silence. Sam pulled his hand from the pocket of his jeans and lifted it towards you. “Come here.”

You looked at his hand, then back up to his face, a curious look crossing your features as your hand slowly lifted away from the table you had been leaning against. He caught the look and chuckled. “Come on, let’s dance.”

“But—”

His hand breached the gap, wrapping around your own. “Nope. No excuses.”

“Seriously, Sam?” You relaxed into the gentle pull of his hand, making a show of dramatically rolling your eyes. “Don’t you remember the wedding?”

“Very well, yeah.” When your eyes landed back on Sam, you felt a flash of something you hadn’t felt in a while, bliss. Something in the way he smiled at you released the tension in your body, you felt relaxed with him.

You stepped forward, planting yourself in front of Sam, keeping your eyes “So you remember what I said?”

Your gaze fell to the hand enclosed within Sam’s, watching the way he readjusted his hold to be more comfortable for the both of you as he spoke. “I remember you enjoying yourself until what’s his name interrupted us.”

“Oh, I was enjoying myself was I?” Your words were accompanied by a small smirk and a quirk of your brow as your eyes once again found his.

“Sure seemed that way” Sam gently pulled you closer, and you could feel the tingle of his touch as his free hand ghosted over your waist, as if giving you an out of you genuinely didn’t want to dance. “Of course you’re free to tell me otherwise.”

You hummed as your free hand came to rest on his bicep. “As fun as it is to bicker with you, I agree. I did enjoy myself, quite a lot, actually.”

Sam’s smile widened, and his lips parted, but before he could speak the sound of the door opening and closing stole the attention of the both of you.

“Honey, I’m home.”

You and Sam separated when the sound of Danny’s voice echoed through the house, instead you watched as Sam popped his head into the living room. Sam was the first to speak as he took a large step out of the dining room. “You’re back early.”

“No… not really. It's actually later than I planned to get home.”

There was a beat of silence before Danny spoke up. “It’s quiet in here, where’s Rose?”

“Shit. I put her in her crate earlier and meant to let her outside before everyone showed up.”

“And have you?”

“Clearly not, I’ve been a bit distracted.”

“Distracted, what could have distracted you from your dog?”

Nadine popped out from around the corner, and as quickly as she found you, she was back out of the dining room with you in tow. “I think I know.”

Danny turned at the sound of her voice, and a smile quickly formed on his face when he caught sight of the two of you. “Well hello, stranger. Where were you hiding?”

“She wasn’t hiding, she’s been here for a while.”

Everyone turned to see Sam standing at the base of the staircase, and in his arms was the cutest puppy you had ever laid eyes on. “She was passed out when I walked into my room.”

Your gaze lifted and locked with Sam’s, earning a small smile and wave from him, beckoning you towards him. Rose was eagerly wiggling in Sam’s grasp when you walked over to them, her little tail thumping against his side. “Well hello, Rose. You are so cute.”

Rose gave your hand a brief sniff before lowering her head as if to ask for you to pet her, which you gladly did, running your fingers along the soft fur between her ears.

“I’m gonna take her out for a bit before everyone gets here. Might smoke a joint as well, care to join?” Sam’s voice pulled your attention from the puppy, though your hand remained scratching a spot beneath her chin as you looked up at him and nodded.

Sam’s head briefly lifted to look toward the others, but your attention remained on him and Rose as he spoke. “Danny, Nadine, you two coming along?”

You turned then to look at them, and found both shaking their heads. Nadine spoke up when her eyes locked with yours. “Gonna wait till later, don’t want to get tired super early.”

“Alright, well looks like it’s just gonna be you and me.” You turned back to Sam and found him already staring back at you with a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Lead the way.”

The two of you got to the sliding glass door, and Sam opened it. He looked down, and your eyes followed, watching as he slipped on a pair of shoes and looked back up at you. “Hold on a second, I’ll be right back.”

He turned and sped off, leaving you watching and wondering what on earth he was doing, until he came back holding your shoes. “Figured you wouldn’t want to go outside in your socks.”

You looked back down at your feet, eyeing the mismatched socks you had pulled from your pile of clean laundry in a hurry before your gaze found him again. “Honestly, I hadn't even realized, thank you.”

He placed your shoes on the floor and straightened back up before sliding open the door and stepping outside with Rose in tow. You slid your shoes on as quickly as you could and stumbled behind him onto the patio as Rose barrelled ahead into the large backyard.

It took a few steps to catch up to Sam as he leaned against the railing. “This house is amazing, how did you two manage to find such a nice place?”

Sam turned to you, body still leaning against the wooden railing, with a joint between his lips and his hand lifting to light the end. He took a long drag, clearly enjoying the way you were simply watching him, before blowing the smoke from between his lips. “We got lucky.”

He took another drag before holding the joint out for you to take, and watched as you plucked it from between his fingers. “Elaborate.”

“The owners are friends of Danny’s grandparents. When they retired they bought an R.V. to travel, and offered to give us cheap rent if we helped fix the place up.” He watched you intently as you breathed in the wondrous substance within the perfectly rolled joint, and his attention only broke when Rose let out a hushed bark from across the yard.

Both of you turned, watching as she stared back at the two of you, lowering the front of her body onto the grass, but keeping her rear end, and wagging tail off of the ground.

“What is it Rose? Do you want to show Y/n the garden, is that it?”

She hopped from her spot, her small body swaying from the force of her tail wagging, and you turned to Sam. “You have a garden?”

He eagerly nodded, and accepted the joint as you offered it back to him. “I do.”

Sam passed the joint back to you on the walk over to the garden, and Rose happily trotted along behind the two of you. The two of you made your way over to an area off to the side of the patio and you were honestly a bit surprised at what you found. A long garden bed spanned the gap between fence posts, filled to the brim with flowers of every color, shape and size you could imagine. Across from it stood multiple raised garden beds, each with a different cluster of fruits and vegetables growing within them.

“So…” Sam turned to look at the sound of your voice, and watched as you took another drag of the joint before holding it out for him to take. “What do you have growing in this garden of yours?”

He plucked the joint from between your fingers and carefully tapped the side until the ash scattered to the ground. “You really want to know?”

His question was followed by a deep drag of the joint as he looked to you for an answer. What he found was a soft smile across your lips as you nodded encouragingly for him to tell you. “Yeah, I really do.”

“Well, uh…” You watched Sam look between all of the planters, eventually stopping at the one at the end of the row. “This one has beets and carrots in it.”

“That one.” He pointed to the next box, and you followed his movement. “Has a few kinds of lettuce, and green beans growing up the lattice.”

A quiet bark sounded from between the two of you, and you looked down to see Rose sitting next to you, wagging her tail as she looked back up at you.

“I think she wants a green bean, she loves them.”

You quirked an eyebrow, and kneeled to pet Rose. “You like green beans, Rose?”

She yipped, and pressed her head into your hand.

“Here.” You looked up and found Sam holding out a green bean for you to take. “Give her one, she’ll love you forever.”

You took the small green vegetable from his hand and looked back at the small puppy that was damn near vibrating with excitement at your feet. “Does she know any tricks?”

“I’ve been teaching her how to shake, but she’s still learning.”

“Rose, would you like a green bean?” Her tail was whipping back and forth as she continued to stare at you. “Can you shake a paw for me?”

You offered your free hand to her, and watched as she stared blankly at you for a moment before she lifted a paw and placed it in your palm.

You lit up, and gently shook her paw before letting it slip from your grasp, instead you held the green bean out for her and watched as she gently took it between her teeth, bolted up onto the patio and jumped up onto one of the chairs to lay down as she ate her treat.

“That was impressive.” You straightened up and looked back at Sam, who was beaming as he continued to look at Rose. “She doesn’t usually listen that well to new people.”

“I guess she just really likes me.” It was a cheeky comment, paired with a goofy grin as you continued to look at him.

“She’s not the only one.”

He still wasn’t looking at you, and for a moment you wondered if you had misheard him, but before you could respond another voice echoed into the backyard. “Now what on earth is going on out here?”

You turned to follow the sound of the voice and found the twins leaning against the railing. Josh’s eyes found yours, and seeing his bright smile, you couldn’t help but smile yourself. “Sam was just showing me his garden.”

“You don’t say. You know, usually Sam waits until the third date to show a girl his cucumber.”

Jake’s comment was followed closely by a booming laugh from Josh, and a scoff from Sam. After a few seconds of tense silence, Rose broke through the quiet by barking and scratching at the sliding glass door.

“Well, didn’t mean to interrupt your tour, just wanted to let you two know that we had arrived.” Josh’s words were quickly followed by him dragging Jake back into the house, leaving you and Sam alone in the garden once again.

“We should probably head inside if people are starting to show up.”

“What, you’re not going to tell me about each and every one of the flowers you have in this garden bed?”

He chuckled, and shook his head and he began walking back towards the patio. “There’s too many to list, plus it’s not that interesting.”

“I beg to differ.” You followed closely behind him, falling into step as you made your way toward the door.

You were startled when he suddenly came to a stop, which caused you to bump into him as he turned to you. “Maybe next time.”

His gaze dropped to watch as you lifted your hand into the small gap between the two of you, with all of your fingers tucked away, except for your pinkie. “Promise?”

He chuckled and lifted his own hand, looking back into your eyes as he wrapped his pinky around your own. “Promise.”

You followed Sam into the house and quickly found both the twins settled into the living room with Danny and Nadine.

“So, has Sam told you that he makes pickles?”

You made your way over to one of the remaining empty spaces on the loveseat being occupied by Danny and Nadine. “He did not, but I am eager to hear about it whenever he chooses to share.”

The remaining guests slowly trickled into the house, and suddenly the space was filled with boisterous laughter and conversation. Everyone dug into the food as they talked, and you found yourself comfortably conversing with Sam’s friends, listening as he made jokes with them, and joining in as they asked questions to get to know you.

“Who’s up for some drunk uno?”

You leaned over to Sam, who had made himself comfortable leaning against the table next to you, close enough to warm his body with the heat radiating off of you. “What is drunk uno?”

Sam let out a quiet chuckle before turning to Jake, who had brought up the idea. “I’ll go grab the cards, you guys will have to explain the rules to Y/n and Nadine, I don’t know if they’ve ever played, and it never hurts to refresh everyone on how to play.”

Sam scurried off to find the game as the rest of you made you way into the living room and settled into spots around the coffee table as Jake explained the rules, they were as follows;

If you forget the rules, or you must ask a question, you take one drink.

If you lose a turn because of a skip card, or miss a turn, you take one drink.

+2 cards = two drinks

+4 cards = four drinks

If you don’t have a matching card and have to pick up from the deck, you take one drink.

If you forget to say Uno on your last card, take four drinks.

If you play an identical card (same color and action/number), everyone takes one drink.

The player with the most cards at the end of the game must finish their drink. In the event that their drink is less than half full, they must get a fresh drink to finish.

Sam returned with the game in his hand, and he quickly maneuvered his way around his seated friends to lower himself into the empty spot beside you.

You listened to the small conversations that had sparked up in the time since you all sat down, but your attention had been stolen by Sam the moment he sat beside you. You watched as he sat quietly, pulling the cards from their box and checking to make sure that they were all facing the same way before he began to shuffle them.

It wasn’t hard to become transfixed, watching the way his nimble fingers handled each card with such care, you had tuned out your surroundings, and figured that the weed was finally settling in your brain, bringing with it a serene sense of calm.

“So, did Jake confuse you enough with the rules?” Your eyes flickered up to see Sam still concentrated on the cards as he dealt the hands for each player.

“Might take me a round to get used to, but I’m a quick learner so I’m sure I’ll be able to figure it out.”

His eyes left the cards, and he caught the way your gaze lingered on his lips as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. A smirk quickly formed as he leaned towards you to nudge his shoulder against your own. “Well if you have any questions, ask me, I won’t make you drink.”

—

“Dickhead!”

Sam’s boisterous laugh filled the room as he dramatically tossed his final card onto the pile. “Sorry baby, it was all I could play.”

Your cheeks flushed pink at his words, and he watched you pick up four cards from the deck, and when you lifted your drink to your lips, he kept eye contact with your icy gaze, watching intently as you took four sips of your drink.

Thankfully, even with the addition of the cards at the last second, you still weren’t holding as many as Josh, who made a show of standing for everyone to watch as he downed his drink.

The group was in the fourth round… or was it the fifth? Of uno, and you were finally on your last card. At least you were until Sam played that damned plus four. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, as breaks had been taken between each round to eat, go pee, or smoke.

“Alright, someone has to open the store tomorrow, so I’m going to head out.”

Josh’s statement was followed by a chorus of boos from those still sitting on the floor, but once it had quieted down, Jake piped up with a loud groan as he stood and stretched. “Josh is right, gotta have a couple people capable of working tomorrow morning, so you two-” He turned to Danny and Sam, waggling his finger at them briefly “-are off the hook, but you’ll have to be in to close tomorrow.”

Slowly people began making their way around the house, cleaning up and collecting their belongings before bidding farewell and heading out. Danny and Nadine said goodnight as they made their way towards Danny’s room, and soon enough you were left in a quiet house with Sam.

One of his friends had passed out on the couch, so the two of you kept your voices low as you followed close behind him, helping to clean up what remained of the food.

You took the liberty of filling the sink with warm soapy water to do the dishes while Sam packed up whatever food had to be refrigerated, music playing quietly from his phone on the counter.

“You know.” The ghost of his touch on your waist jolted you from your own thoughts. “You don’t have to do the dishes, it was more than enough that you hung around to help me clean up the food.”

You reached for the drying towel beside the sink to wipe your hands as you slowly spun around to face him, and found yourself within inches of the man that had been invading your every sense since you came to realize the depth of your feelings for him.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked up into the warmth of his deep brown eyes. The majority of the lights in the house had either been dimmed, or turned off, so the two of you stood in the dim orange light of the kitchen, staring at one another and waiting to see who would break the silence.

“It’s the least I could do, really.”

He hummed, dropping one of his hands from your waist, but before you could mourn the loss of his touch, his fingers brushed your own. “Could I ask one more thing of you?”

You nodded, looking down to where the tips of his fingers danced with yours as you awaited his request.

“Dance with me?”

A smile graced your lips and you nodded once again, and you felt the pressure of his skin against yours as he took your hand in his own, and pulled you closer with the one that remained on your waist. The song changed, and the dulcet voice of Nat King Cole graced your ears as Sam began to sway with you.

You weren’t sure whether to credit the weed, alcohol, or Sam’s presence for the drowsiness that overcame you, though it was a safe bet that all of the above had a part to play in it.

You could feel the steady beating of his heart as your head rested against his chest. “Hey, Sam… can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.” His voice is hushed, much like your own, as if despite everyone else either having left or gone to sleep, you were making an effort for only one another to hear what was being said.

There was a beat of silence as your brain tried to comprehend what you were going to say. Eventually a soft sigh escaped from your lips, and you finally said it. “I think I’ve fallen for you.”

You could have sworn you felt his heart skip, and though you couldn’t see it, Sam’s smile was as dopey as ever as he took in what you said. “Is that so?”

You nodded as best as you could with your head still against his chest, and it once again fell quiet as you relaxed further into his hold.

Your eyes had fallen closed not long after you began to sway with him, so the feeling of his breath suddenly tickling the shell of your ear sent a shiver running down your spine. “I think I’ve fallen for you too.”

He was still wearing the goofy grin when you leaned back, looking up at him with dreamy eyes. “Really?”

He simply nodded, lifting the hand from your waist to move a stray hair from your face. Your eyes were growing heavier with each passing moment, and Sam clued in before you could try to fight it. “You tired?”

You nodded, and Sam’s smile softened. “Alright, let’s get you to bed. We can talk more when we’re both sober, but for now you need to rest.”

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[sinfulstarskitten]

BP House 4

After a serious cold shower, you dress up in a pair of sweats to head down to breakfast

You don’t bother putting on boxers, knowing they’d come off at some point during the day anyway. Why not have easy access?

You walk into the kitchen hoping for a light morning snack but damn you find a whole ass meal instead.

Jennie, dressed in a white button down, has Jisoo bent over the kitchen counter, hands tied behind her back, cheek pressed against the cold marble. The sexy woman is dressed in a silky red nightgown, no bra but lace red panties.

“Good. I was waiting here for a while wondering if you’d show up. This darling needs a punishment.”

Jisoo chuckles darkly. “Why? Cause I teased you last night? Wasn’t that what you do to me all the time?”

Jennie shoved Jisoos face back into the counter, eyes darkening. “I’m the master here. You follow my orders.”

“What can I say.” Jisoo sends me a wink. “I’m a rebellious one.”

You noticed from the way Jennie but her lip that the girl was turned on by the elders disobedience. But she just spanked Jisoos exposed ass hard and pinned her to the counter with her knee. Jennie looked at you darkly as she said.

“You’re gonna fuck her from behind, in this same position, while I finish my breakfast you’re not gonna let her touch herself. You will follow my orders no matter what she says, and you will be merciless, got it?”

You gulp. “Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes mommy.”

You replaced Jennie with your own body, making sure Jisoo can’t escape the lewd position. Jennie sits down on a bar stool, pouring herself some cereal and a glass of wine. You look down at Jisoo nervously, eyes lingering over her hiked up nightdress, showing off her perfect ass and sexy underwear.

“You’re okay with this right?” You bend down to murmur in Jisoos ear.

She laughs. “Darling this turns me on so much I could come right now.”

Jennie smiles a bit at that, then returns to her usual bitch face. “How about you start by removing her underwear. I want to see her ass turn red as her gown when you spank her.”

You swallow thickly and nod, slowly pulling down Jisoo’s underwear to reveal her thick buns. You look down at the underwear in your hands and find it wet. Jisoo wasn’t kidding when she said she was turned on.

“You can keep it.” Jennie smirks.”I’ll have u jerk off to it later.”

You nod and pocket your treasure. Then, you slowly push back her nightgown to her waist, exposing her full ass in all its glory.

You can’t help but run your hand over the smooth flesh, giving it a light squeeze. They mounded under your fingers like bread dough.

“Good, now give each cheek a hard slap." Jennie's voice drips with sadistic pleasure. "As many times till I order you to stop. I want her screaming for mercy by the end of it."

You can't help but be aroused by Jennie's words, and you know Jisoo was feeling it much better than you were. You gave her perfect cheeks another squeeze, before letting your palms come down in a harsh slap. Jisoo lets out the most erotic whimper, causing your dick to grow hard.

"Again."

You slap her ass again, watching the cheeks jiggle as they slowly turn red. You come down on her again and again, groaning at the sexual sounds and the sight of her cheeks turning bright red, like a ripe peach. You wanna go down and bite at her sore juicy cheeks, but you don't dare disobey Jennie.

Jisoo was moaning like a fucking pornstar this time, and you realise how vocal she is in bed. Her hair sticks to her sweaty face as she looks up at Jennie.

"I'm so fucking wet that I'm dripping down on the kitchen floor." She gasps, grinding her hips against the counter for emphasis. "Please Jennie, let him stuff me."

Jennie sipped her wine calmly. "Beg some more."

"Please princess." Jisoo squirms, trying to meet her ass with your clothed dick. "I'm so sorry for teasing you like that. I was so mean for not letting you come. It was so pleasant to see you whine like a baby for me that I couldn't help it. I know whose boss now. So please, command him to fuck me like the disobedient slut I am."

Jennie bites her lip to hold back a moan, trying her best to keep her expression cold. It was obvious that as a Dom, Jennie was used to being the boss. She was used to fucking her sub maknaes and having them follow her every word. But a switch like Jisoo was difficult. One minute she's under you worshipping your very being, and the next she has you wrapped around her finger. You could see how wet Jennie gets for her when she switches like that.

"Okay." Jennie's voice shakes as she looks you in the eye. "Fuck her like a goddamn animal. She's just a rag doll. Go as deep as you can.

*** Jisoo moans and Jennie shudders. You dont waste a bit of time and spread Jisoo's milky thighs, revealing her literally dripping pussy. Your dick springs up from under your sweats, and without warning or any prep, you shove it into her entrance.

You're not gentle. You go all the way in on the first stroke. Jisoo screams your name, her hands behind her back twisting to get loose. You give her ass a slap to force her to stay still and she moans harder. You're hips pick up a steady and fast rhythm, rutting into her like you were an animal, forcing your dick through her thick juicy walls. You look up when you hear Jennie moan, and turn to see that she was touching herself.

"I should have stayed in Rose's room last night." She whimpers. "But you shoved those tits in my face and told me they were bigger than rose's. I left the poor girl on the edge of her orgasm for you. But you were playing both of us weren't you?" Her eyes darken cruelly. "Pull down the top of her nightgown. Let's see what those melons do when they're pressed against the cold marble."

You obey, slipping the straps from Jisoo's shoulder while you continue to fuck her rough, not giving the girl a moment to protest. You pull the silk down her breasts and bunch up the fabric at her waist. Jisoo hisses as her nipples hit the cold tile.

"You can't touch them like I did last night." Jennie pouts. "You can't even rub them on the counter with how tight she's holding you down. You're just our little play thing. Look at your body, all limp and helpless. Oh its a delicious sight from here."

Jisoo almost screamed, with your merciless thrusts and Jennie's bittersweet words. You spread Jisoo's legs all the way so you could go deeper inside her.

"So fucking big." Jisoo's eyes roll back and her tongue pokes out of her mouth. Her ass jiggles and her boobs press against the counter. "Oh oh! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Jisoo's moan is beautiful as her voice on stage as she comes all over your dick, giving you a newfound satisfaction. You ride out her orgasm, relishing the wet squelching sounds your cock made as it drilled into her. You can fit your entire length into her now, all the way to your balls.

"I'm close Mommy." You hiss. "I can feel it."

Jennie's grin turns cruel as she gulps down the rest of her wine, and walks towards you. She hikes herself up onto the counter, leaning back to lay next to Jisoo as the girl you were fucking senseless frowned.

Jennie sexually unbuttoned her shirt, showing off her big juicy breasts. Your mouth watered. If the maknaes were fat little cherries, the unnies here were fucking fat melons.

"Pull out of her baby."

You freeze at her words and Jisoo gasps.

"No Jennie no! You know how much I've been wanting this! I've been waiting to be filled with cum for a year! Please, don't do this."

"I said." Jennie looks at you darkly. "Fucking. pull. out."

Your hips slow and you pull out hesitantly, causing Jisoo to whine, tears slipping down her face. You jerk as a surprise second orgasm from Jisoo coats your dick just as you pulled out, causing you to understand just how much this turned her on.

"Now, come on my breasts baby." Jennie gives her girls a seductive squeeze. "Paint my tits with your thick hot cum."

You obey, her words instantly causing you to shoot your cum all over her boobs. You're mouth waters at the sight, how your seed thickly coats her soft round flesh, like iced donuts, how they drip down her nipple onto her flat stomach. You came harder at the lewd imagine, covering your Mommy in ropes and ropes of thick cum. Jisoo watches in utter jealousy, rubbing her thighs together while the sticky sounds of her orgasm resonate from the room.

Once you were done, Jennie laughed at the sight, running a finger up her stomach to catch some of your cum. She has her eyes on Jisoo while she licks it up.

"So yummy." She giggles, before shoving that same finger into Jisoo's mouth. The older girl sucks on it desperately.

"You've learnt your lesson now haven't you Unnie?" Jennie smiled. "Now do you want your reward."

Jisoo raised an eyebrow. "Another lick of his cum?"

Jennie laughed. "Oh its so much better. Let her go, Y/n."

You slowly back off from Jisoo and she stands upright. You notice the bruises on her sticky thighs from how they rammed against the counter.

"Climb on top of me." Jennie whispered. "Then lick and suck the cum off my breasts till your full baby."

Jisoo moans, not wasting any time before crawling on top of the younger girl. She rubs her ass against Jennie's thighs, before leaning down to lick a stroke from her nipple to her collarbone, making Jennie shiver.

"You're doing great honey." Jennie bites her lip. "How does my baby boy's cum taste?"

"Like heaven." Jisoo moans against Jennie's chest, sucking on the round plump flesh.

"You're done here sweetie, go get some rest." Jennie's eyes meet yours for a moment before Jisoo distracts her again with her tongue. You grin, giving the cheeky girl another slap on the ass before heading out of the kitchen. You grab Jennie's cereal on the way, munching as you head up to your room, imagining your next sexual fantasy.

[feelingpoorly]

Life lesson: avoid expired egg noodles

So I usually post whiny attention seeking shit like this on my insta bc even tho my kink does not apply to me at all, in some weird way complaining about how ill and knowing people would see it still kinda turns me on a little

But I figured what better place to whine about it here instead since, idk this is kinda what this blog is for

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So we went to the shop last night and got a bunch of food from the reduced section. We do this fairly regularly cuz the expired food is so cheap and it’s usually fine if you eat it same day

Well I learnt my lesson lol. Amongst one of the things we got a couple packs of fresh egg noodles in some sauce. I didn’t really like them, but store bought is never gonna be as good as the real thing anyway right?

I was snacking on some cereal at like midnight, having eaten these noodles at like 7. I noticed that I was getting pretty severe stomach pain in the top of my stomach. It was weird and I didn’t really understand why. However I had taken some prescription painkillers earlier that day and although I take a different medication with them to try and stop this happening, they can have a habit of wrecking my stomach and giving me a tummy ache. I thought it was weird, since I definitely HAD remembered to take them with the other med this time, but whatever

Anyway I woke up this morning, we were going out to meet up with some of my partners friends for coffee. I immediately realised I felt bloated as hell, like painfully so. I figured it would pass once I was up and moving around.

It did not.

It pretty quickly progressed into pretty severe stomach cramps, to the point where every time I stood up, it would cramp so hard I couldn’t stop myself from kinda curling over and wincing. At that point I was starting to worry something was actually wrong and I wasn’t just a bit bloated.

I quite quickly started feeling pretty sick, and that’s panic territory for me, being emetophobic. I took a dissolvable anti sickness tablet, but the nausea combined with the horrible cramping made me feel very unwell. I really felt awful and sick and at that point I had to say to my partner, if I say I don’t feel well please can you just take me home. I didn’t know how I was gonna cope sitting in a coffee shop feeling like this. When the cramps hit I was in a lot of pain. Bearing in mind I live with chronic pain, I’m not a baby about pain, but this was the kind of pain that you just wince voluntarily and I couldn’t hide it.

Thankfully the anti sickness meds kicked in, and after sitting down for a while the nausea and the cramps settled down a bit to the point where I was no longer freaking out about being ill in public. I should probably add here that on the way there in the car, my stomach was making some really upset sounding deep rumbling gurgles. Like it didn’t sound good. The kinda gurgles that only come with being sick. I didn’t feel well enough to have a drink or anything to eat which probably looked a little suss. Later on a got just a bottle of lemonade hoping it would settle my stomach but when I sipped it, it just make it worse and my stomach started cramping again.

Skip to being home this evening, I’d thought the worse was over and I’d been feeling kinda ok. I had some light dinner, and what a fucking bad idea that was lol.

Im not having the intermittent intense cramps anymore but like, now my whole stomach feels bloated af again and I have like this sharp cramping pain kinda all over, both upper and lower stomach with just no relief. I’m so bloated my stomach is sticking out but there’s no relief from it at all. Holding my stomach helps but I feel so embarrassed so I’ve tried to hide it and only rub my tummy when my partner went to sleep.

What makes it worse, is that up until this point I had no idea what caused any of this. But when we got home, there was an absolutely rancid smell in the kitchen that smelt like off, rotting food. It was absolutely foul. It almost even smelt like vomit, and just smelling it made my nausea kick off all over again.

It was the leftover noodles. And let me tell you, they smelt pungent as FUCK. I literally ate those last night, and they smell that bad today? No wonder I’ve felt ill. I have that shit in my stomach. Even after my partner bagged up the leftovers, sealed it and put it in the bin, just the PLATE they were on is still emitting this foul smell, it’s just awful

Eating dinner was a bad choice, because now I just feel worse again. I don’t feel that sick anymore, probably because of the meds, but my stomach feels horrible again. I’m in so much pain, I can’t suck my tummy in at all with how sore and bloated and painful it is. I feel like an absolutely pathetic self indulgent lil bitch but I literally just went to make myself a hot water bottle to hold to my tummy as I try and sleep, because it hurts and this is not fun. I just want some relief, and currently nothing else is helping. As I’m lying here holding my tummy with one hand and holding the hot water bottle on it with the other, it’s gurgling and glugging really loudly sickly again and it just feels awful. I can literally feel it in my insides, and with the way it feels I just really hope it doesn’t all come back up again, probably still along with the undigested noodles from last night if the way I’m feeling is anything to go by 🥺

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Anyway, I just came here to complain about it in way too much detail lmao. Hopefully someone enjoys my misery. As I said, although it’s embarrassing as hell, somehow the thought of other people knowing or being sympathetic etc is also kinda hot

If anyone wants to use my sorry ass as fic inspo then ofc you have my blessing lmao. In fact, if you do, PLEASE let me know as I’d love to read it haha

Anyway, off to moan quietly to myself and hold the hot water bottle on my aching tummy now x

#sickfic #emeto #emetophilia #emeto kink #sickfic ideas #sickfic prompt #emeto blog #sick #irl sickfic #food poisoning #irl tummy ache #tummy ache #irl emeto #emeto storytime

[pebiejeebies]

PART 7 OF MY CABLOON ANALYSIS! GO TO MY #CABLOON-ANALYSIS TAG TO FIND THE FIRST POST! (Or go all the way down for the link :D)

He eliminates, FUCKING CANDLE!! OVER CABBY!! HE LITERALLY SAVED HER! HE MAY HAVE HID IT BY MAKING REVENGE ON NICKEL’S BETRAYAL, BUT IT WAS OBVIOUS!! ITS ALL OBVIOUS! AND I, SEE IT ALL! HE CARES ABOUT HER GUYS, HE LITERALLY VOTED SOMEONE NOT ONLY TO BETRAY NICKEL AND HIS (sorta) ALLIANCE, BUT HE DID IT FOR CABBY! THINK ABOUT IT! REALLY! IT ALL LINES UP! (I’m either right, or this accidentally made sense unintentionally, who knows?)

WOOH, still E13, 5 episodes to go… yaaayyy…

My bbgs, look at the cuties <33 (They’re looking at the cereal boxes in the sky from.. you know who!!)

Randomly interacts with cabby first!! This is feeding me well yall I’m screaming rn, the fact that it’s literally the first 3 minutes and already cabloon rays are shining thru

LOOK T MY HAPPY BABIES!! THEYRE SO HAPPY WOHAAHHAA!! <333 IM CRYING RN ONE SCECDVABBAB LOOK AT THEMM <3333

SAME FACE!! SAME FACE!! WOOP WOOP!! (Not counting silver cause.. he’s showing only one eye lmao)

AND OMG LOOK AT HOW SMUG MEPHONE LOOKS AWEEEEEEEE <3333

My babies , they’re looking at each other  I’m going to explode, same face too!!

Did I mention that these two are my babies? Also hello cute Yinyang <33 (my multi shipper ass is shitsing rn)

ND OF COURSE YOU GAVE ME MY FAVORITE BOYS EVER BESIDE ME WHATTT!! LOOK AT EMM!! MY BABIES!!

THEY DID IT AGAIN!! MY BELOVEDS <33

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAA IM HDNANQNNWSBSBJQJQJKJWJJSJJS

THEYRE BOTH SO KIND TO EACH OTHER!! EVEN AFTER THE FLOWER INCIDENT!! SOULMATES I TELL YOU!! WHERE— WHERE DID THIS KINDNESS COME FROM??!/genq /nm

THEY’RE SO CLOSE NOW OMG?? WHAT DID I MISS??! DID I FORGET A SCENE?!?!/genq /nm /iwantmoreofthisnow

STOOOPPPP AAAHHHHHH!!! AAAAAAAAAA!! IM ACTUALLY GONNA EXPLOSE

*glances at HIS alliance* TAKE THAT Nickel— oh. Nevermind goodbye Bot :(

After a WHOLLEE EPISODE, This is all I got from my babies 😞

I DEMAND MORE!!

AND MORE I GOT!! Both still hating SILVERSPOON, AAAAAANDDDDDD HAVING THE EXACT SAME FACE AGAIN OMFG IM GONNA EVAPORATE

LOOK AT THEM. LOOK LOOK LOOK! BALLOON LOOKS AT CABBY WITH A SAD FACE, THEN WHEN CABBY LOOKS AT HIM, HE LOOKS AWAY,, AWEEE <333

(EDIT: OMFG HE EVEN RAISED HIS HANDS UP LIKE CABBY HAHABSBWBBWHHWHWHE)

NOOOO ITS BREAKINGSGSG— Okay but god she’s so girlboss, look at that SASS!!

Woah, is this the first time we see an actual side view of cabby?! Plus, they’re beside each other here!! <3

Context: they were all told to gather, I love how much times they’re beside each other omfg

LOOK AT MY BABIESS JUST LOOK AT THEM <33

GO CABBY! GO BALLOON!! GO AND GET YOUR INGREDIENTS!! GOGOGOGOOOO!!

Them <33

My guy became a mannequin lmao,, Btw Cabby going in with the nerdy info is cute, and balloon is like ‘Hm. Interesting’

Maximum of 30 images, sigh, see ya next post!!

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#cabloon-analysis #sry that this was late #I ate dinner outside x3c

[formosusiniquis]

today is a new day to find you

Chapter 1 coming to an archive near you on October 12th!

Very excited about my @steddiebang fic that I've been working on and will soon be released to the public! Featuring art from the supremely talented @sammichtastic and @milkychai (Catch them on twitter at Sammiches and milkychai) and Beta'd by @rainingingeorgia

Taking my love of the timeloop and making it everyone's problem, enjoy a sneak peek below the cut 💕

“You’re into all that fantasy and sci fi shit, right?” His question leads and so does he, pushing the doors open to the library like he expects Eddie to trail behind him. So used to the assured obedience of his little lapdog he expects the stray he’s found to do it too. 

Eddie does. So maybe he’s just proved Harrington right, but he can feel good in his own head knowing he isn’t following Harrington around like a trained dog because he is. He’s following him around because this is the weirdest fucking thing to ever happen to him, and like any good improviser he wants to follow this thing all the way into the ground. 

The distinction is enough for him, even if he doubts Harrington picks up on it. 

“I’ve been known to enjoy a wizard or two in my time.” 

Steve sighs, there’s a pinched off look on his face. Something that reminds Eddie of the Home Mom at his last placement. The way she would slow blink her eyes and hold them squeezed shut so tight he thought it must hurt her brain. The way her lips would thin as she pressed them shut there was just a thin white line where it once was. Annoyance, exhaustion. Something unique that manages to scream that it’s you, the kid in front of them, that has caused this expression. 

“Could you just-”

Eddie as a rule doesn’t get embarrassed about being annoying. He cares. Of course he cares. He’s created this shell of leather and metal and obnoxious overexcitement around himself so no one knows just how earnestly he cares about everything. 

It's a question that isn't really a question. ‘Can I tell you's and ‘is it okay if I say's are all just polite introductions to statements that are going to come regardless. Eddie isn't the best socialized, but he knows a question like that can only be answered with, "Sure, whatever dude." 

So he hates, hates the meek red faced little, “Sorry,” that manages to slip past his own shield.

“Can I tell you something that’s gonna make me sound crazy?” 

For all the rush Harrington had in flipping Eddie's whole morning on its head, he's reticent now. Fiddles with a pencil that got left behind on the table. Scans the bookcases behind him with unseeing eyes. Opens and closes his mouth like a fish on the deck of a boat, but no sound comes out. Not a single syllable. 

"Listen Harrington, it's normal to get annoyed with your friends-" 

"What? This isn't about Tommy?" He is capable of speech then, not some freaky pod person. "He is that bad then?" 

"No comment." Harrington's sad eyed routine isn't gonna catch him up, not today. "Can't think of anything that would be crazy enough that you're scared to tell the Freak." 

He takes a breath, readying himself, "I keep waking up and it's today." 

It hurts, the way the snort rips itself up from the back of his throat. Eddie almost gags on his laugh, "Yeah, that is how time works Harrington. I wake up and everyday is today, tomorrow, tomorrow only a day away." Fuck he's going to have that song stuck in his head for the rest of the day. 

"No," his hands hit the table, soft enough that they don’t make a sound in the all but empty library but it’s enough. So much is already lurking at the surface. It’s Steve’s hands, sharp and demanding silence. It’s hands hitting the top of the pulpit making his head hit the top of the pew. It’s hands hitting the kitchen table making his cereal bowl jump and his Momma gasp. He flinches back, chair teetering on its back two legs before he finds his balance again. “Sorry, sorry,” Harrington rushes to apologize, ripping his hands back from the table, clutching his nonexistent pearls. 

“No,” he repeats, softer like he’s a step away from running a knuckle down the back of a cat he’s spooked. “I keep waking up to the same today. It’s just Friday again and again and again.” 

“Like the story?” 

“Like what?” His nose wrinkles with his confusion. The part of Eddie that is still a teenager, the parts of him that aren’t fucking worldweary or whatever Uncle Wayne says, wants to kick and fawn over the soft parts of Steve fucking Harrington. The fussy bunny wrinkle of his nose and the curious way his eyes light up even though he’s 

Well Eddie doesn’t really know what he is. Confused probably. What are the chances that Harrington has suffered a psychotic break, that the weight of the crown had grown too heavy. But even if he’s just confused, he’s probably scared. The two go hand in hand, don’t they?

Edide’s never been more scared in his life than when that sad faced cop had pulled him out of the back of the car. When no one would tell him what was happening or where his mom was. Lost and confused and terrified about what was happening and what would happen later. 

“There’s, um, this story, I found it going through the library magazine backlog; they’ve got some really sweet Fantasy and Science Fiction mags on order.” Steve is just staring at him. Quiet, fixated, and a little unsettling -- and that’s coming from the self declared freak of Hawkins High. “That’s not important,” he mutters into a strand of hair he pulls in front of his face, it’s warm God why was the library so warm today. “There’s this story about a guy, he keeps reliving the same hour over and over, from noon to one. Everything is exactly the same except for the things he interacts with.” 

If he’s honest with himself, he doesn’t expect Harrington to laugh and say ‘gotcha.’ Mostly because he knows Harrington won’t have read the story, he doesn’t really think the guy reads much at all. He doesn’t expect him to go still, still as the grave, staring at Eddie with a haunted seriousness. “What’s causing it? How does it end?” 

“It’s just a story, Harrington,” he bites back. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end. Something about this is wrong. 

If he weren’t watching he would have missed it. the way his eyes shutter and blank. The way a placid, easy going smile spreads across his face; butter on hot toast. His hands spread out in front of him, they would say ‘easy man, I come in peace’ if the tips of his fingers weren’t shaking. “Maybe you're just a good storyteller, Munson. Isn’t that your whole deal.” 

It’s patronizing in the worst way. 

“Feel like I should emphasize the fiction part of science fiction here, Harrington.” Was it wrong to indulge this break he was going through. Should he get the nurse or something. 

“Will you tell me about it or not, Eds. I can always go to the library myself.” 

“It's a parallel universe, antimatter and shit, pulling away from our universe. Time vectors or something make them relive the same hour, what was supposed to be once but this guy, Castleman, is the only one who knows that they’re reliving it over and over again.” 

“How does he get out of it?” 

“He doesn’t.”

#steddie #steddie big bang #my fic #steddie fic #my edit #i cant wait until you all can see the art its so so so good

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Hi welcome to random things that I think the Reverie characters do, including their listeners but I'm really tired and can't remember all the pet names given.

(and this time I'm gonna proofread it. <- that's a lie)

LES GO

Jacob - he's already a goofy dude with his whole red flag business. But aside from that, he doesn't like those mint things that Olive Garden gives you. (Totally not self projecting) and instead chooses to toss them to other tables without alerting the patrons eating at that table.

Jacob's listener - they don't like the color blue gray that mold is. You know that color? Yeah they have a violent reaction when they see it. I'm talking about swearing like a sailor, throwing a shoe at whatever had that color, ect. Their assistant wore a color similar and they locked him out of their lab until he changed. They want funding to develop a super weapon against the color.

Dion - he constantly puts the box of cereal on top of the fridge. No one knows why he does this, he just does and he refuses to explain. It's very frustrating.

Bodyguard - he doesn't finish movies. He will watch almost all the way through but at the last ten minutes he exits out of the movie claiming boredom. Also infuriating.

Bunny - they leave mugs and cups out. Once they're done, they will just set it down. Sometimes they use it again the next day depending on the previous contents. They always claim that they'll use it again, but more often then not they complain they can't find it before grabbing something fresh. Dion is constantly and rightfully complaining whenever they blame him for the cabinet where they keep the cups and mugs being empty.

Gage - he always buys gag gifts. He also buys genuine gifts but he won't give it to you until a week and a half after your birthday or whatever. He waits so you think his genuine gift is the joke one.

Bug - they can't match their socks for the life of them. Like every time they get a new pack of socks, they somehow always wear mismatched ones. They don't know how it happens but they say opposites attract. It's making people think they do it on purpose. They don't, that's just copium.

Neo - Neo can get competitive. Like reeeaally competitive. This foxy boy will quite literally nearly cause himself injury to "win". He has to open the door first because then he won the race to. (he hides it behind being polite but thats not his main focus) he will eat his food the fastest, nearly choking on it. He will win cuddling even if it's the last thing he ever fucking does.

Darling - they have canine behaviors. Which doesn't seem like a big deal. Until they're sitting in front of a closed door complaining and knocking on it because they're curious. Or when they sprint away full speed with something in their hands (or mouth) that they shouldn't have. Or that they have a specific spot on the couch or bed or table or floor or counter or fridge or blanket or chair that is their spot and no one else can be in that spot. Or when they grab things that smell like people they care about (most often Neo when possible) and just carry the items into common or public areas. Sometimes the person is still attached to the item.

Desmond - he has a bag of bags and a box of boxes. No one knows why since he barely uses them, but everyone is too scared to ask.

Newbie - they obsessively dig holes. And they don't refill them. They've gotten told off a few times for just leaving holes in the work yard but they just can't stop. They also regularly send pictures of the holes to Desmond like "LOOK WHAT I MADE 💪🤩" what he doesnt known is that this was in his front yard 😈

Law - he gets really into princess tea parties. Like, intense. He knows all the drama between the dolls and sometimes he'll try to instigate more drama. These tea parties have extensive lore now. Also he religiously watched great British bake off.

Sweets - They collect pumpkins. And hear me out on this. Every fall they go with Law and his kid to a pumpkin patch. Photos are taken and Law lets his kid get one pumpkin to bring home. Sweets never grew up with that kind of opportunity so one of these trips they decide to try it. And now they have a pumpkin. Suddenly their eyes are opened and it's pumpkin everything! They get several pumpkins each year. They have pumpkin decor they decorate with. Pumpkin (the color... Or pattern) clothing. Pumpkin spice becomes like crack. They really really like pumpkins. Just wait until they find out about the glory of fresh pineapples... Their home will look like a swingers without them realizing it.

Casey - he can't be allowed to go into Michaels. Not because of anything necessarily bad, but he just loses any and all impulse control. He'll go in with the intention of just getting a few things and suddenly he renewed his membership, has three signs, four fake vines, two picture frames, and seven full rolls of ribbon. (He originally went in for tye-dye for a date idea with Honey. He forgot to buy it and now needs to go again. He'll end up buying the materials to make a DIY wreath)

Honey - dating a florist is fun. But they now have flowers everywhere. Some are in pots, some in vases. Some are pressed between the pages of a book. Some tied in colored mesh baggies for sachets (I think that's the word I'm thinking of) and placed in their dresser drawers. It makes their clothes smell of the flower. They sometimes forget to change them out and next thing they know their clothes smell of rotting plant and need to go through the wash. But they're happy to have it, officially handing out the little gifts to even random strangers they meet in the street.

Cyril - he collects action figures. I have an angst hc connected to this, but I want to keep this fluffy for the most part so I'll just leave it at that.

Rival - they get heated if someone peels off that plasticy cling cover wrap thingie. The one that is placed over device screens or something? Yeah they're obsessed with that shit. If you peel it off before they can they will give you the silent treatment until they get the chance to peel it off something again.

Roman - Dissects pinecones. This dude will find the pine cones that are opened up and will meticulously start to pick the shards (?) Out and try to create towers with them. He'll never admit it but he's traveled back in time to find the same pine cone and repeat the process if he messes it up.

Pip (I think that's what the listener is called?) - they throw cotton balls at people they don't like or people they want to get the attention of. No one knows how they just have a bag or pockets full of cotton balls but they do. And they will throw one at your head with the force of a thousand spartan warriors.

Ellis - They really really like black out poems. (Those ones where you color over a sheet of text to only show certain words and create a poem out of it) which can be a problem considering where they work. The urge to just grab a book and start making a black out poem is so strong. They need to keep their hands busy for fear of giving into the urge.

Ellis' listener - they try to catch the dust that you can see floating through sun rays. The ones where if you stare long enough it's like you're hurtling through space and the dust is the stars. Anyways, they like to catch that shit and present it to Ellis. Ellis humors them and "thanks for catching the stars for me"

(and the tag because I'm slowly getting less scared of being perceived but mostly because Altair is so fucking nice omg and therefore it makes it a bit less scary. @reverieaudios )

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