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dangerpronebuddie · 3 months
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They Say (She's Gone Too Far This Time) 8k
"This came with the watch!" He hefted the box inside and plunked it on the dining room table.
"What came with the watch?" Eddie asked.
Buck took his knife from his pocket and sliced open the box.
"Buck," Eddie said.
Buck gave him a mischievous side eye.
"I know what that look means, Buck," Eddie said, pointing a finger at him, "what did you do?"
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(Or, Buck decides his technophobe best friend needs Hildy around at all times. Hildy likes the arrangement... She just doesn't like Buck.)
She's here! I've been working on it for well over a month and finished it in a frenzy last night. That kind of focus does not come around often 😅! I had expected 5k words max... Yeah. Oh well!
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cyeco13 · 8 months
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I tried to darken his hair a bit and remove the gold leaves..🤔👍
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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 7 months
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Tropetember Week 3 Polling!
This is so much fun for me so let's see what we can get for Week 3! Remember, this is based off this Tropetember Prompts. Please be sure to click the link for the full description of the prompts, and if you have an idea for a pairing, comment or leave it in the tags. I have a few non-hobbit pairings jotted down, but I won't complain if you give me more Bagginshield.😂
These are for fics that will appear between September 17-23.
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samanthahirr · 1 year
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Chapters: 13/22 Word Count: 78,312 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies), Skyfall (2012) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: James Bond/Q, James Bond/Original Female Character(s) Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond), M | Gareth Mallory, Eve Moneypenny, Bill Tanner, Raoul Silva | Tiago Rodriguez Additional Tags: Skyfall AU, Past Rape/Non-con, Sexual Assault, Canon-Typical Violence, BAMF Q (James Bond), Secrets, Mission Fic, Revenge, Trust Issues, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Slow Burn, Touch-Starved, Seduction, Romance, Top James Bond, Bottom Q (James Bond), Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Possessive Sex, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: After two months in the clutches of human traffickers, James Bond is freed by an enigmatic savior claiming to be an MI6 agent. But when James returns to MI6, he finds an agency that’s still reeling from M's death...and no trace of his mysterious rescuer.
James's hunt for M’s killer leads him to dangerous secrets about the woman he trusted and an uneasy alliance with a hacker who has his own reasons to seek vengeance.
One more promo post for this new chapter, now celebrating the gorgeous new cover art created by @eggdrawsthings (with type added by @wantonlywindswept​)!
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kalliesa · 1 year
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Once in a Blue Moon
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian
Characters: Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Garrus Vakarian
Additional Tags: Post ME3, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Don't worry Garrus will kiss it and make it better, Body Image, Injury Recovery, Porn with Feelings, Oral Sex, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Flashbacks, Knotting
Summary:
Garrus and Shepard long to be intimate with each other again, but neither are prepared for the feelings that will rise to the surface.
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morthern · 1 year
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Are you a slut for space because oh boy I sure am!
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averagestudent03 · 1 year
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I Know The End: S4, Chapter One, An Extraordinary Night
(Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader, stranger things rewrite)
Word Count: 6.4k
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(A/N: Welcome back! I know it's been ages since the last post but I have been incredibly busy planning! However I'm back now and I should be writing a lot more consistently :) As always, reblogs and comments are hugely appreciated, I enjoy reading them all! All stranger things content and characters belongs to the Duffer brothers, and I hope you enjoy Chapter One!)
Series warnings: Gruesome imagery- snapped bones, expletives, jealousy, fear of abandonment, era-relevant homophobia, mentions of nausea, mentions of blood, slight angst? One use of Y/N, series-level gore, mentions of nausea and sick, etc. Each set of warnings is individual to the chapter and specified at the beginning.
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21/03/1986
On the twenty-first of March, 1986, three things happened simultaneously that prepared the world for the destruction of Hawkins.
One; You slumped forwards in your car, blasting your stereo as loud as it could go as you waited for Dustin Henderson to finish changing his Latin grade. You found that it helped keep Max's migraines at bay. He thanked Suzie, and made his way to the car. You think back to the tragedy of Starcourt Mall. 
Two; Eleven Hopper held her head high and mindlessly fiddled with the replica of Hopper's cabin as she told her friends his story. They're not her friends. Everyone laughed. Will winced, watching on with pity. She didn't believe that Jim Hopper would respect who she's become. A nobody. Someone that is frequently walked all over. Someone unlovable. She thinks back to the tragedy of Starcourt Mall.
Three; Dr. Martin Brenner woke from his slumber. He dressed himself for the morning, he shaved, he timed himself on the daily crossword staring back at him from his newspaper. A simple life, now. He often found himself dreaming of what has become of his daughter. He thinks back to the tragedy of Starcourt Mall. He finds himself wondering (on more than occasion) where it all went wrong. 
These three events, though entirely unconnected and almost entirely unimportant, coincide and are unintentionally the basis of which Henry Creel targets in order to make his move. He knew that he needed you gone. All of you. He often wondered who he'd pick off first. Alone, a separate entity, Henry Creel thinks back to the murder at Hawkins Lab. The total devastation left in his wake, the peeling skin from the side of his face, the girl who remained. He decided he'll leave her to last.
It took a while, but Martin Brenner finds himself on his own again. He had waited, strived for his own separation and prosperity; a success beside the Lab. He had witnessed the early life of exactly eighteen children, raising them like a lamb to slaughter. Leading them to the knife, soothing them with the hand that feeds them. Waiting for them to bite. To snap.
He supposed he shouldn't have been as surprised when one of them finally did. He stalked the halls of the lab, a small boy's hand clasped neatly around the man's finger, following in his footsteps. Brenner led him to a small room, encouraged him to sit, to be at peace with himself, fastening a device to his head and poking around inside his skull. He'd made significant progress with the boy, results finally spiking after the extent of his abilities overwhelmed him the month prior. He'd recently developed the ability to see far beyond what he was given, a mirage of images flashing before his very eyes. Able to perceive the universe in ways no-one thought possible, to know when a pin is dropped on the other side of the building.
Though he knew that he pushed the boy too far, sometimes. He knew that when the boy started shaking, machine ticking over at an unimaginable speed, measuring the pace of his brain, he'd gone too far. Made him see too much.
The boy winced, skull whining as an all-consuming ache washed over him, watching crimson trickling down the walls of the room across the hall. Separated by nothing but a thin sheet of plaster, the boy clutched the table harder, grimacing as Brenner's gaze grew in intensity. He hadn't noticed the state of the boy yet.
"Something's wrong." The boy murmured, tears gathering at his waterline, threatening with every spare moment to spill over, streaming mercilessly against his cheeks.
"If you've lost the visual, just let it go." Brenner muttered, irritation seeping into his words, coating them with a sweet bitterness that only Martin Brenner could master. He continued scribbling incoherent words against his notepad, scratching of the pen echoing around the otherwise empty room. The boy shook his head.
"They're screaming."
Brenner froze.
"Why are they screaming?" He pushed, brows furrowing as he grilled the young boy. He didn't want to know the answer, and somehow found one word reverberating inside his mind. Bouncing off the corners of his head, a large red blazing sign that he'd ignored long enough. 
Blood dripped from the boy's nose as he began to shake, hands vibrating against the cold of the table. Steel against skin, providing the boy a relief from the overwhelming numbness that had begun to consume him.
"Ten?" Brenner questioned, growing more concerned with every passing second, notepad long abandoned.
They were quickly interrupted, a mechanic screech blaring from the speakers, lights flashing red as Brenner dashed to the side of the room. He crouched, holding his finger to a dark grey box, pressing down until a static echo was heard from another building. 
"Peter? Alec? What's going on out there?"
"Sir, we've got a situation."
Brenner's heart sunk to his stomach, writhing in a pit of guilt as he fumbled to the room with a painted rainbow stained across a wall, coming face-to-face with a little girl. Outstretched hand, red trail beneath her nose. Shattered glass, broken bodies surrounding her.
Brenner took a breath, and then another, and Brenner screamed.
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Meanwhile, entirely unaware of anything out of the ordinary, Robin Buckley sat beside Steve Harrington on the drive to Hawkins High.
She'd scrambled to pick up her clothes from your floor the night prior, and had seemed rather flushed by the time Steve was due to pick her up this morning. Neither of you had established anything, but you'd been seeing each other on-and-off for the entirety of the year. Since you'd spent the evening in your living room after the battle of Starcourt, the two of you had become inseparable, neither wanting to address anything more than the lonely nights.
All Steve knew, blissfully ignorant as he was, was that Robin was interested in someone from the school. She hadn't stopped rambling about this gorgeous girl she kept running into, biting her tongue whenever you strayed into Family Video. Steve, of course, felt awful for you. He knew that if you were aware about Buckley's latest obsession, you'd be crushed.
So this continued, and he pursued giving her almost utterly useless advice under the guise of looking out for her. He still felt as though he owed you, and by getting Robin to sabotage whatever she had going on with the girl from band (he guessed, as she had mentioned the mystery girl's appearance at one of her shows), this was his own way of making it up to you. Not that he'd ever show you he cared for you, of course.
He did.
"Then there's Heidi tomorrow night, but the problem with Heidi is that she's going out of state for college. So it's like; do I really want to start another relationship that has no point other than sex?" He rambled, fingers tapping incessantly against the wheel. His issues were genuine, heart faltering and head seriously lacking when it came to any romance; a certain Wheeler still had him wrapped around her finger, entirely unaware.
"I mean, I don't know, does that make sense to you?" He questioned, glancing over to watch as Robin fiddled with another bottle of mascara, having left her last one with you. It remained in your bathroom on the side, another trinket of her affection, a way to leave her mark on anyone who wasn't you. Neither of you had spoken about the possibility of seeing other people, so she hoped that if God forbid, you decided to bring anyone else home, the small items she'd begun to leave behind were enough of a hint. Unfortunately, this left her with the issue of missing a large portion of anything she owned at any given moment; so he'd started leaving things with Steve, too.
"Robin, are you listening?" He pushed, irritation growing with every moment she continued ignoring him. She quickly scrambled to find an answer, desperately clutching at straws to avoid having to explain just exactly who she was thinking about.
You.
She was always, always thinking about you.
"Uh, yeah-"
"What did I just say?" 
"Something about sex with Linda!" She jumped, parts of the conversation slowly floating back to her as she attempted to push the image of your smile from her mind.
"No! I'm talking about Heidi!" He waved his hands wildly, gestures of a mad man accompanying his every word as he tried to give the girl the benefit of the doubt. He struggled.
"Cut me some slack! Please!"
"Well-"
"Your love life," She started, taking a large breath before continuing, "is one of labyrinthian complexity and it is 7:00 in the morning, and we have to go to this stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a corpse!" She grumbled, thoughts flickering to your promise the night before of watching her perform. You'd mumbled it on the cusp of sleep, pulling her closer and closer still, whispering between the spilled sweet nothings.
With every growing day she was convinced that Steve had figured it out, worked out what the two of you almost were. You'd been as careful as you could, sneaking off like you did; but neither one of you wanted to tell anyone. Not yet. Not until you'd figured it out for yourselves.
So, she'd pushed all of the blame onto Vickie. A nice-enough girl from band that she knew for a fact wasn't interested, but rather happy with her current boyfriend of the month. She was friends with you, which was an added bonus, meaning that Robin was free to stare at you in front of Steve as Vickie was usually somewhere close enough to be spotted.
It didn't make her feel any less guilty, though. You didn't know about Steve's suspicion of Vickie, or the (false) advice he'd been giving her that she'd been inadvertently using on you.
"Why did you think ignoring me yesterday was a way to get my attention?" You'd murmured, raking your hands through her hair as she fiddled with one of the buttons on your shirt, a lazy attempt at prying it open. She simply shook her head, chuckling slightly before drawling out Steve's name. You quickly joined her in the laughter, scattering kisses along the course of her neck in-between giggles. How Steve had even considered her supposed interest in the ginger girl, she'd never know. Not when you were right there.
"You're worried about a basketball pep rally? You expect me to believe that?" He chuckled sarcastically, eyes fixated on the road ahead while Robin picked and pulled at the skin on her face.
"Yeah? So?"
"So? We both know what this is about! I'm not buying that bullshit, this is about Vickie!"
"Absolutely not," She interrupted, pulling out a small container of lip gloss and lazily smearing it across her lips. Cherry; this was undoubtedly yours.
"It is! And you know what else I think?"
"I really don't care-"
"You gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you're around her!" He spouted out the best nonsense he could think of, your image not vanishing from his mind. He didn't want to know what would happen if you found out about Robin and Vickie, though he figured he'd have to tell you soon enough. You deserved better than to be led on.
"You just gotta be yourself!" She rolled her eyes, laying her head back against the head rest.
"You're literally quoting me to me. You do realise that, don't you?"
"Well maybe you need to listen to yourself! You ever think about that? I listened to you and now bam! Back in business."
"It's not the same thing, okay?" Edge creeped into her voice, the stress causing her syllables to waver as her hands fumbled with the mascara wand. She wondered if you wanted to keep it a secret for this long. This wasn't what she had wanted but she wanted you, and this would be enough for now, even if it was only in the shadows. Murmured words only when no one else could hear, tangled sheets only on nights you were alone. Phrases whispered on a truly extraordinary night.
"Well-"
She shook her head.
"You ask out a girl and she says no, big deal, nothing happens. Maybe your ego's a little bruised. But I ask out the wrong girl and suddenly I'm the town pariah!" She wished Steve would stop talking about it. The more he mentioned, the more he insisted on Vickie being into her, the worse she felt. She felt as though she was lying to you, keeping you hidden when it was the last thing she wanted; though she didn't want to break your trust by telling Steve. Maybe you didn't want him to know. Maybe you were embarrassed of her, and that's why you couldn't hold her hand when you were around others.
Maybe she did deserve someone like Vickie, and reaching for someone like you was unfathomable, someone so unbelievably out of her league. The person who'd saved her from the clutches of evil Russians and had fought tooth and nail to keep her safe. Maybe you deserved better.
"I'd buy that, except Vickie is definitely not the wrong girl." She felt her stomach sink.
"We just don't know that, do we." She shook her head, praying he'd drop it so she could waltz into the sports hall, see your face and suddenly everything would be fine again. Every worry would vanish, you'd dismiss any and all negative thoughts about the girl. You made her feel loved, in every way you could.
It wasn't a conclusion she'd come to easily, simply something that had happened without even knowing. Before she could blink, she was head over heels watching you flick small paper balls at her from across the sofa at Steve's. She was in love before you had a chance to ramble on about the new campaign your friend had made, she was so far gone before she could stomach it, eyes seeking out your figure in a crowded room. It wasn't something that happened all at once, except something that maybe she'd always known. That she'd spent her entire life waiting for you without even realising. Without even knowing you.
"She returned Fast Times, paused at 53 minutes and 5 seconds. You know who pauses Fast Times at 53 minutes and 5 seconds?" She smiled while Steve winced, knowing that he was undoubtedly helping her win over someone that wasn't you. And she smiled because you'd paused Fast Times at 53 minutes and 5 seconds, shutting it off before moving closer to her one evening, claiming that you couldn't stand being away from her for so long. That you needed her. She liked Fast Times a lot more after that.
"People who like boobies, Robin!" She gagged, glaring at him.
"Ew! Gross-"
"Robin!"
"Don't say boobies!"
"It's not a big deal, okay? I like boobies! You like boobies! Vickie definitely likes boobies!"
She shook her head, trying not to chuckle under her breath as she imagined how she'd recount this conversation to you. Maybe you'd laugh with her, and then maybe she'd tell you about Vickie. Maybe you'd take it well. She hoped so.
Steve pulled the car into his designated spot, relaxing at the sight of the Camaro beside him. Dark blue, 1979, Billy's. When you'd pulled Max from the rubble of Starcourt Mall, the one thing you requested from Dr. Owens was for the car to be pulled from the flames. It was the only thing she had left of him, and you didn't want to leave it to rot. Everyone else had requested money, or freedom, or even just support. Dustin had his new devices to communicate with Suzie, Robin had much more financial stability so she could take you on more dates than you deserved, Will ended up with a new set of paints, but you'd requested for the Camaro to be saved. He'd done it, albeit reluctantly, and you'd told Max. She cried, holding you closer than you thought possible. For the meantime, she was letting you borrow it until she was old enough to drive, and so that was where you spent most of your time. Wherever the Camaro was, you weren't far behind.
Robin clambered out of the car, shouting after a small group of friends from band as Steve watched on proudly, a twinge of guilt in his gut when he thought that Robin was finally going to make her move.
You had to know. You had a right. Though he'd tell you later, in the safety of his home.
People were herded by the masses towards the gym as you practically pushed Dustin out the car, sending him to go and find Mike. You hadn't seen the Wheeler boy since two weeks prior where they'd almost found you smoking with their newest friend in the woods, and even then it had been a close call. All they knew was that you had a friend by the name of Eddie that you'd known for a while, making no correlation between their newest Dungeon Master whatsoever. It did come in handy when they were spilling their guts to you about his newest campaign and you fed back to him about just how much they knew; it was a fun little pass-time whenever you weren't around Robin or Steve.
It had taken you a while to befriend anyone else at the school, so the surprise had come thick and fast when you were hesitantly approached by Chrissy Cunningham, Hawkins High's Head Cheerleader, and asked quietly if you happened to know the school's resident drug dealer. You figured she seemed sincere enough and she provided you with information about her recent headaches and night terrors, meeting up underneath the bleachers in order for her to rant about her week. Robin was well aware of this, even offering a hand in support towards the young girl, but ultimately the questions always came back to Eddie and his business. However, it was nice to see her in her natural element, a smile plastered over her face as her boyfriend raved on about the previous horrors of Hawkins.
"So much loss." Jason rambled, mid-way through his speech and narrowly avoiding glares from you and Steve, accompanied by Max, Mike and Dustin from across the other side of the gym. Jason Carver knew nothing about loss, and was quickly making an attempt to crawl all over your last nerve. Judging by the look on her face, Max felt the same.
"And sometimes I wonder, how much loss can one community take? In dark days like this," You rolled your eyes, meeting Robin's wavering gaze as she shot you a soft smile and a small wave, chuckling and sending back your own, "We need something to believe in. So, last night, when we were down by ten points and a half to The Christian Academy, I looked at my team! And I said, Think of Jack."
You felt your stomach drop, and Max's snarky grin slowly begin to falter.
"Think of Mellissa."
Oh god.
"Think of Heather."
The guilt pooled in your stomach as you thought back to the bubbly girl that you'd failed to save the year prior. You knew who was coming next.
"Think of Billy."
Lucas met Max's eyes as the words resonated around the gym, watching for any flicker of emotion. Her mask didn't fall for a second, only grew stronger as she clenched her fists to her side. She avoided the pitiful looks he wad giving her, glancing down until he was forced to look away. 
"Think of our heroic police chief, Jim Hopper." Steve had to elbow you in the side to stop you from shouting, words boiling at the edge of your tongue. Ruthless, cutting, venomous words all ready to fire at Jason Carver. 
He didn't understand loss. Not even for a second. He didn't know what it was like, and you prayed he never would.
Not when it felt like this.
"Think of every one of your friends who perished in that fire. What did they die for? For us to lose to some crap school? No!"
The audience echoed back at him, slowly beginning to cheer and rally, leaving you and Steve silent, gritting your teeth.
"For us to return home with our heads hung low in defeat? No! Let's win this game for them! And that's exactly what they did!" 
The room erupted into cheers, leaving the small group of you left to suffer in silence. You tried not to think about Starcourt Mall too hard. You still couldn't look at your leg the same, side marred with scars and stitches. You tried not to think about it when the lights flickered, or when you caught the odd melody that happened to sound a little too much like the Indiana flyer. You definitely tried not to think about it when the nightmares woke you.
"....tonight, we're gonna bring home the championship trophy!"
Dustin and Mike froze, running the thoughts over in their head as they mulled over their options. Tonight was wrong, all too wrong, and their happy-go-lucky day was quickly coming to a head.
"Tonight? How is that possible?" Mike scrambled, looking back and forth between Dustin and Max helplessly, quickly interrupted by the redhead.
"They call it a tournament. You win one game and then you go on until there's only one team left." Her eyes caught Lucas, laughing and grinning with his new friends. The sight tugged gently at her heartstrings, and she realised she hadn't recognised the emotion since Billy had pushed her aside to protect her. Pride. She would always, always, be proud of Lucas Sinclair.
Lucas was all over them the second they left the gym. Like white on rice, following them with a sharp jog, throwing his newest Letterman jacket over his shoulders.
"I don't get what the big deal is! Just talk to Eddie, get him to move Hellfire to another night!"
"Just talk to Eddie." Dustin scoffed, eyes rolling as he fixed his gaze on the mass of people in front of him, having lost you, Steve and Robin in the crowd, plus actively avoiding their current Dungeon Master.
"Why don't you just talk to your coach and get him to move the game?" Mike bit back, staring the boy down. He'd felt long since abandoned by Lucas, having left him in the dust the second something newer and shinier showed up. Unaware that it was exactly what he had done to Will, and the reason you had iced him out for the few weeks after. For the first time in a while, Mike Wheeler felt alone.
"I think that's a great idea, Mike."
"Thank you, Dustin." They both nodded sarcastically, quickly interrupted by the Sinclair boy.
"This is the championship game!" He pleaded, turning to face both of them.
"And this is the end of Eddie's campaign! A semester of adventuring, and we need you!" Dustin begged, Mike narrowing his gaze as it fixated on Lucas. He wanted his friend back, and he was willing to dig deep to do it.
"Yeah, and the Tiger's don't. You've been on the bench all year."
"That's not the point, Mike."
Expecting some snide comment from either of the boys, Lucas was swiftly interrupted by you pushing past the group of them, chasing past their little trio with a scrawled sheet in hand, yelling for someone intelligible.
Before they knew it, you'd taken a hold on Robin Buckley's hand, quickly tugging her to the nearest bathroom, locking you both inside one of the stalls.
"Hi." You murmured, grin evident over your face. This was undoubtedly the best part of your day, the time where you'd take some time for just the two of you, no matter what you were. 
"Hi." She smiled, a large grin reaching her eyes as she threw her arms around you, met quickly with a chorus of giggles as you hid your face in her neck.
"Good morning?" You murmured into her shoulder, relaxing as her arms found your waist, their rightful resting place.
"The best. You left your lip gloss in my pocket, y'know that?" She rambled, quickly cut off by the feeling of your lips against hers. Raking a hand through her hair, the two of you were briefly interrupted by the sound of a door slamming beside you. 
Robin's eyes widened, meeting your gaze as you silently shook your head, holding a finger to your lips. She smirked slightly, digging her hands into your sides to make you jump, chuckling under her breath as you rolled your eyes and swatted her arms away.
Chrissy Cunningham found her way to the mirror, staring at herself whilst pulling at her skin, as if she were a creature she couldn't recognise. As if she'd never seen herself before. A new-born, desperately reaching out for a hand to hold. Anyone's, really.
Robin quickly glanced through the corner of the stall, letting out a sigh of relief as she took in the sight of the blonde cheerleader. Then, she stiffened, realising her mistake.
"Hello?" Chrissy mumbled, knocking quietly on the door, waiting a second until it slowly opened. Where she was met face-to-face with the two of you, guilty-looking grins spread across your faces.
"Hi, Chris." You stared blankly as she shook her head, eyes open in disbelief. She hadn't expected it from you, but somehow, it hadn't exactly come as a shock. If anything, it provided a vigorous and much needed explanation as to why your eyes remained trained on the Buckley girl so much. 
"I can't- not right now, I can't- I'm late," She murmured in-between breaths, taking another glance in the mirror before rushing out of the bathroom, hands rattling nervously against her sides. This was not an uncommon occurrence for the cheerleader, given that most of her days now ended in nightmarish visions and pounding headaches. It was as if someone, no, something was trying to rip her apart from the inside out. Trying to peel away anything that remained, leaving only the shell of a person behind.
You tossed a questionable glance towards Robin, one out of concern for the Cunningham girl. You recognised the look on her face. It was one you had seen on your own too many times.
Chrissy Cunningham was haunted, far too much for any person of reasonable coherence, but Chrissy Cunningham was also nothing if not punctual. She refused to be late, even for Hawkins High's resident drug dealer.
The same drug dealer you had coincidentally promised to introduce Robin to the night prior. 
Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson had already crossed paths on a multitude of occasions given his repetitive senior years and the number of parties the boy threw, and so they had become reluctant acquaintances when necessary. That didn't mean Steve enjoyed seeing the boy's face. He would much rather spend his time shovelling timeless movies in the back of Family Video with Robin Buckley and scoring a mass of dates (now that his competitive streak had seemingly mad an appearance after the summer), and so he avoided the boy when he could. Eddie Munson was a face from his past, and not an overly friendly one, either.
However, despite's Steve's joyous enthusiasm about the boy, Robin was eager to meet him. You'd convinced her amidst stray kisses and lonely whispers to stay, blindly promising to turn up to her performances over the next few days and at least one introduction to someone. Anyone. She'd practically begged, and you swore that you trusted Eddie Munson with much more than your life. He knew of the girl you'd set your sights on, just no specifics, and you felt that now was a good a time as any for them to get to know each other. He wasn't too close to you, but you frequented with him occasionally in the halls plus your numerous visits over the years, and that was good enough for him. 
Unfortunately, his awful time-management skills meant that he needed to cancel on you last minute, something that you had carefully explained to Robin when she'd left your house in a hurry earlier that morning. Without thinking, in the comfort of the bathrooms- her hand reached for yours, playing with your fingers absentmindedly to avoid her continuous rambling. Almost a year since Starcourt, and she still found herself nervous at the sight of you.
She broke the silence first.
"Do you think he'd like me?" Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as the words fell from her lips. Those weren't words for just a hook-up, but she took your reaction as to mean embarrassment, shame, and you couldn't blame her. She immediately began to backtrack, stumbling back over her faux-confidence and second guessing everything between you both.
"Robin!" You interrupted, stopping and forcing her to look at you for a second.
"He'd love you. I have no doubt whatsoever that when he does meet you, he'll love you. You're like- the best person I know, and if anything, you won't like him-"
"I will!" She blurted, looking up at you, smiling slightly. He knew about her; that was a start. She could work with that, even if you didn't want to be seen with her in public yet.
She leaned over to rest her head on your shoulder as you tensed, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. You wanted nothing more than to show her off, but every time you'd mentioned it, she'd seemed hesitant- as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. You didn't want to push her into doing something she didn't want to do, and you would wait as long as it took for her to be comfortable. 
"...like him, I mean. I will like him. Just wanted to- like, clear that up for you." She mumbled, met quickly by a brief chuckle as you relaxed. This was just Robin. 
Your Robin.
"You got class next?" 
"No, we've got rehearsals- you are coming later, aren't you?" She grinned, a wide smile as she looked down at you, expecting the same answer she'd received the night prior. Glossy eyes, a tired smile accompanied by a quick but rather-sweet nod.
" 'Course I am Buckley. Wouldn't miss it. Is Vickie going to be there?" 
She froze. Supposedly, in the time it had taken her to move from one class to another to the toilets with you, the whole 'admitting that she'd been using Vickie as a scapegoat and essentially ranting to Steve about how hot she was' thing hadn't come up just yet.
Of course, you had every right to ask about her. She was your friend, after all. Sweet Vickie who'd done no wrong, and Steve, fucking Steve, who just had to meddle with everything. She loves him really, she swears.
However, loving him wouldn't stop how you would feel if you found out about her false emotional attachment to Vickie. Eventually, if she didn't tell you, Steve would. He'd tell you, even by accident, and she wouldn't be able to explain.
"Yeah. Vickie's going to be there. Can I talk to you please?"
Your smile falters slightly, corners of your eyebrows slightly raised as the joy in your eyes deflate. Like large balloons, popped before her. Leaking empty. Overflowing with worry.
"Yeah- is everything alright?" She nods in response, causing some of the paranoia to ease. You feel as though you're allowed to be paranoid, given what horrors you've bot faced in the past. A bad day can amount to a simple feeling of unease right up to a Russian beating and a snapped leg, clean in half. 
"I just- about Vickie-" She's interrupted by the bell, ringing playing in around your ears as you pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek, apologising before grabbing your bag and scrambling to class. You promise to hear her out later, and you wish her good luck for the concert; after that, you're gone as quickly as you arrived. As if you were never there at all.
Meanwhile, Steve Harrington stalked the halls of Hawkins High. He'd returned from Family Video after squabbling with a pissy Dustin Henderson about a Hellfire sub, insisting on needing Steve, or Robin, or you, because he swears, if Steve would stop being so lazy and just go and get you all his problems would be sorted-  He'd hung up the phone after telling him you were still in class. He had not the time nor patience to deal with them today. So, he wandered back to Hawkins High in order to prepare for the Pep rally that evening, and to safely remove his mind from the clutches of Eddie Munson; the bastard that was stealing his the kids out from under him.
A girl by the name of Brenda, his date for tonight, hung off of his arm, and he didn't appreciate it as much as she thought he did. If it were up to him, truly, he probably wouldn't have a date at all right now. This was rushed, and messy, and far too temporary for his liking.
"Are you listening?" She whined, staring up at him. He didn't have the heart to tell her no. Instead, he nodded quickly as she raced back into her train of thought, his eyes now firmly set on Max. She's pulled away recently, and although they were never too close before, he knew that he needed to protect her. From what, he wasn't entirely sure yet. Something, he's sure. There was never not something.
As shitty as it was, he owed it to Billy to keep her safe. Or the memory of what he left behind, at least. He wants to keep her safe. She stormed out of the school therapist's office, headphones blasting whatever new tape was bringing her comfort this week, and Steve breathed a sigh of relief.
She always seemed happier with music.
He figured he'd start keeping slightly more of an eye out, mind nulled by Brenda's incessant need to talk. Eventually, towards the end of the day, he began pulling her in the direction of the gym as Robin started to panic.
Not only had she left you worrying about something, you were about to spend close to an hour sat next to Steve, miscommunication galore, watching her and Vickie talk to one another for as long as it took.
On one hand, if she pretended like everything was off, Steve would pick up on it and he'd find out about the two of you anyways. Or, she could wait it out, act as normally as humanly possible and risk Steve accidentally ruining everything the two of you had.
She honestly wasn't sure what was worse, but given that you hadn't expressed any intent in wanting to go public or tell anyone about the two of you, she took a risk. An incredibly calculated risk, but a risk nonetheless, and she began to talk to Vickie.
"Don't you find it interesting, that like- they won a championship, like right after you graduated?" The blonde twirled a piece of curled hair around her finger and stared up at Steve with you trailing behind, offering a shy wave to Robin in the stands as she returned one tenfold, smiling widely.
She wasn't quite sure when she'd get to look at you like that again, so she was going to make the most of it.
(Realistically, she knew that you were likely to handle this well, but then again, she wasn't entirely sure where you stood on the 'serious relationship' mark, and she didn't want you to realise that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't worth all this hassle. She just hoped that it hadn't gotten to that point just yet.)
"Yes, Brenda, that's an interesting point. Thanks for bringing that up." Steve grumbled and helped her up another step, looking at you and enacting an overly-exaggerated eyeroll. You had to stifle a laugh, quickly caught by Steve as the two of you began to chuckle. 
Robin saw as he leaned over and whispered something in your ear (it was, in fact, a snarky comment about how Brenda had been making similar comments for the remainder of the day, and how oblivious she actually was), quickly turning to Vickie to ease her racing mind. The two chatted playfully, until she mentioned Tammy Thompson and her muppet-esque voice. 
(It only made her think back to you and your god-awful wailing impression of Miss Piggy in the Scoops toilets after several hours drugged and tied up; despite the connotations of the memory, you were there, and so she smiled.)
This got a small chuckle out of Vickie, something that she hoped would go unnoticed, but Steve shot her a half-encouraging glance and all of a sudden her stomach was turning. Why couldn't she have said someone else? She figured that Vickie was a safe bet given her reasonably-stable relationship with her boyfriend, but apparently not. She could see the hidden disappointment in Steve's eyes on your behalf, and she wonders how he must feel, having to encourage her chasing after someone else, knowing about your blatant feelings for her. She swore in that moment she would have the conversation the second the set ended, and she would make you understand just how much she wanted you.
It didn't take long for the set to finish after that, Robin's nerves getting the best of her early on, and she found herself rushing to meet your side the second the band had finished packing up. It had taken an hour after the rally had finished before she could even consider leaving, her instructor still rather strict on them, so she could just hope that you were still there.
You were, leaning against the side of the brick wall with Steve long gone, enjoying the pale moonlight against the inky-black of the sky. There weren't many nights where you could see anything clear enough to make out regular shapes, let alone the moon. It was special. Unique. A truly extraordinary night.
 As Robin found herself freed from the confinement of the hall, she walked over to you and wrapped her arms around you, grinning wildly as you reciprocated.
"What's this for?"
"Missed you." She muttered.
And as she stared at you beneath the flickering streetlamps, all was right with the world.
Other than the fact that Chrissy Cunningham was now hanging upside down on Eddie Munson's ceiling, jaw hitched open in a permanent wail as she bled from her eyes; limbs sprawled out and snapping with a series of violent cracks.
A truly extraordinary night indeed.
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eyeofthedrgn · 1 year
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I Never Knew Myself - chapter 9
hi friends! new chapter. It isn't the Christmas party because a few other things had to happen first. I would like to get that out before New Years, but we'll see how motivated I get. Anyway, enjoy!
CW: references to past abuse
It's one week before Christmas and the party being thrown at Wilhelm's and Alex's place. Honestly, Alex has no idea how everyone is going to fit in their flat, but Alex does what he can to get the house guest ready between work and sleep, meaning sleep is often forgotten until very early in the morning. Wille is a ball of nerves. Between doing his best to finish his illustrations before the deadline and worrying about his family and cleaning and sleeping and still seeing his boyfriend so he doesn't go absolutely insane, he thinks he's handling things pretty well.
Wille is finishing up some detailing on one of the last pages of the book while Alex putts around the living room with a duster, taking things off shelves, swiping a rag over the surface before replacing the item. Alex can tell by the tension in Wille's shoulders that the guy is worried about the dinner with his family in just a few hours. Erik, his wife and Wille's niblings arrived in London a couple of days ago while Kristina and Ludvig arrived last night. After several heated texts, Alex got to hear all about his best friend's frustrations about his family.
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beautitudes · 4 months
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this baby here has been out for three weeks and i am finally in love with it
And in your Touch There' the Sea
“So you love it here, but you miss the sea even though the sea is within walking distance from this house?”
“Miss the sea? I’m not talking about missing…” Stede started.
“Afraid, then?”
“Maybe... Maybe I am. Of her temper and...”
“Then we’re going swimming.”
“Swimming?!” Stede exclaimed.
“When was the last time you swam?” demanded Edward.
“I don’t…”
“Exactly. We’re going swimming, now,” he said, withdrew his hand and headed toward the door, muttering under his breath. “The sea doesn’t love you… Well I love you alright!”
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geekberry · 10 months
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WHAT IF STAN WAS HAPPY?
Young Stan is still being kicked out of his house, run out of one state after another. Still on the run and still being Stan, only this time he had company. What if Stan found happiness in the 10 years before he saw his brother again?
They'd been on the run together for months now, almost a year. It felt like it was out of the blue when he met her. Jade just showed up one day asking about something or other he was trying to peddle back in Jersey. He hadn't even finished his pitch when she was offering input and ideas of her own. He didn't know if he should have been grateful or offended but it wasn't long until she encouraged every half baked idea of invention and profit. She followed him all over, like his own hype gal, from one failure after the next. Never caring she was being run out of town as well. She just spurred him onward, pushing forward, with a smile that never quit. And with her, Stan never felt like a failure. She never treated him like one. Jade would only laugh and tell him he'd get 'em next time.
It was like his luck started to turn the day they met. Jade was the easiest person to talk to. She laughed at his jokes, listened to his ideas, she told him he could do anything and he started to believe it. She was his best friend, his good luck charm, and everything started to go right for once. Even when plans blew up in his face and they were run out of one town or another, they were right. He had her, he wasn't alone anymore, and things were right.
Stanley found himself thinking of her constantly, even when she was right there next to him, he couldn't get Jade out of his head. She was the most amazing woman he'd ever met in his life. Every moment wasn't enough, he was always looking forward to the next one and the next. Just excited to see what they would get up to in the moments after. However, it was the night she hotwired the motorcycle and tossed him a new leather jacket (acquired by some unsavory means no doubt), Stan knew he was done for.
With the El Diablo put in some storage garage in New Mexico, they hit the road. Just the two of them. Suddenly, the schemes and plans and sleepless nights scraping to find his fortune were just ... not important anymore. He had his fortune, he had Jade and that was somehow enough. No the Stancycle wasn't a boat, but they still toured the world. In and out of trouble. In and out of jail. Okay it was mostly Stanley in jail and Jade breaking him out and making a run for it. She would laugh as they peeled away and with her laugh all of his doubts scattered to the wind behind them. One seedy dive bar after another drained them of any money they had. No jukebox left untouched, no dance floor unscuffed by their shoes. He was convinced he'd found the perfect woman.
There were times he would think of Ford, in fleeting moments. Sure Stan missed his brother, but Stanford had his life. He was obviously satisfied being alone and making a name for himself in some kind of science thing. Like he always wanted. That was fine. Not in a bitter sense, it really was ok. Stan hoped his brother was truly happy, because he was.
More and more Stanley wanted to tell Jade how he felt about her. He knew he was falling in love and the last time he came close to that feeling it broke his heart. In his heart he knew Jade couldn't hurt him, but any time he even thought of telling her, his confidence was shaken and he swallowed his words. Jade was everything! So incredibly special and she deserved someone as special as her. Stanley felt he had nothing to offer her but a vagabond life and that wasn't good enough! Not for her.
But it was a spring night, Stan won't ever forget, that everything changed. They were somewhere in Canada, in the middle of nowhere huddling close as he rode them through the countryside. The clouds promised a storm and he pulled off the road.
"What's going on?" Jade asked in his ear.
"Gonna rain," he called over his shoulder. "We should get to shelter."
"Might be fun to ride in the rain." Stan could picture her smirking as she spoke.
"I'll get my jacket wet." He complained. "An' I don't like ridin' in the rain."
"Augh, what a baby." Jade playfully slapped his shoulder.
"You aint the one drivin' kid. Look there's an old house up there, kinda half burned and abandoned. Whaddya think, doll?"
She smiled. "Think we found ourselves a 5 star hotel Mr. Pines."
Stanley grinned and revved the bike. As if on cue the rain began it's downpour. By the time they pulled the bike into the broken garage and dashed into the cover of the 'half house' the two of them were soaked.
They stopped inside the doorway and laughed at the rush of everything. Stanley watched as she wrung out her dark hair and water spilled to the floor. Her summer dress clung to her in all the right places and her face and neck shimmered in the fading light. Suddenly Stan became all too aware of her close proximity.
"Hey, you cold?" Stanley shook off his jacket and wrapped it over her shoulders. She tucked her arms in the sleeves and sighed happily. "There ya go."
Then she sneezed. He snapped out of his trance and saw that while she was still grinning and chuckling she shivered.
"Mmm warm." she hummed and her eyes shut while she dipped her head to inhale the scent. "Smells nice too."
His jacket nearly swallowed her whole and Stan pulled at the collar to tighten it around her shoulders. She looked up at him and he felt his heart want to just stop. God her eyes were beautiful! They were the color of her name with flecks of gold that paralyzed him. Before his brain could talk him out of it Stan swallowed and lowered his mouth to hers in a sweet and gentle kiss. He stayed there a moment just tasting the rain and letting himself melt a little. Then his brain finally screamed at him to stop and he pulled back, his ears burning a furiously bright red.
“Ah,” Stanley looked away and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Th-that was stupid. I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry.”
“No it wasn't.” she whispered. “I was wondering when you’d finally kiss me.”
He jerked his eyes to hers, “Wait, really? You’re not messin’ with me are ya?”
Jade grinned and shook her head. “Nope.”
“Heh,” he laughed in relief. “So… then.. ya wont mind if I wanna do it again?”
She didn't answer. Her arms encircled his neck and she pulled him down to her. This time they had no room for timidity. She hummed a sigh against his mouth and his massive arms pulled her in tight. He trailed kisses from her cheek and down her neck and delighted when she shuddered in his arms.
“And just how long have ya been wantin’ me to kiss ya?” Stan nuzzled her ear.
“Since I first saw you back in Jersey.” she admitted sheepishly. Jade giggled when he pulled away to give her a look of terrible disappointment.
“You mean we coulda been doin’ this the whole time?!”
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When morning came Jade noticed she was alone. They didn't have much in the way of blankets, just whatever they had on them and whatever they could find in the house. Which was nothing really. She woke with Stanley's jacket covering her and stretched luxuriously.
Stanley was sitting at a broken opening in the wall. His back was turned and his feet swung over the side. Jade smiled. When she made her way over to him she noticed in his hands was his sketchbook. He'd been replicating the scene in front of them. Tall grass and weeds, a broken fence, trees in the background, and on the horizon the sun brightly rising.
Jade rested her chin on his shoulder. "It's very good."
He tilted the paper toward her, “Yeah?”
“Yeah, I mean it. You’re pretty good.”
The corners of his mouth twitched upward in a little smile, a new sense of pride in his work. “Thanks.”
“You ever thought of being an artist?”
“Nah,” he resumed sketching. “This is just for me, ya know? Not that the old man woulda sprung for art school anyway.”
Jade frowned, “Shame really, but it's nice to have something that’s just yours.”
Stanley nodded and his smile became somewhat far away, he was thinking of Ford. His twin had so many talents, so much that just came naturally to him. Jade sensed that Stan’s art was something he kept to himself, not sharing it with anyone, fearing that somehow, somewhere, Ford would still be better at that as well. He put his drawing aside and twisted to face her. He looked so nervous.
"Hey, um, you don't…regret… last night, do ya?"
She smiled and touched his face. "Why on earth would I?"
He shrugged, "Ya know, the whole ruining friendships thing. You and I … I mean we're pretty great together as it was, bein' friends. It kinda works ya know? I don't wanna screw that up."
Damn he was sweet. Jade leaned in and gave him a reassuring kiss. "I think we can work like this too, don't you?"
His eyes were still closed, still lingering in the kiss, "Yeah."
“Stanley,” Jade said softly, “I really like you. I’ve liked you for a long time now, and I want to know where this can go. I want to know if I can feel something more. If maybe … you could feel something more too.”
He let out a breath and gave her a sheepish grin, “I think i'm nearly there already dollface.”
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dangerpronebuddie · 6 months
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Our Shoulders Touch, There's A Moment
"It started, as most things do, on a random Tuesday. They had just started a 24 hour shift after Buck spent the entirety of their 48 off at the Diaz house, taking Christopher here there and yonder and discussing something in secret.
Eddie didn't dare ask what."
(Or, Buck flirts Eddie, Eddie is confused, and Christopher's the brains of the operation who just wants his dads to get their act together.)
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nandorisms · 2 years
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hey im proud of u king. it takes a lot of guts to know who you are with so many outside forces trying to make u believe otherwise. your bf kinda sounds like a shithead, you deserve someone who will love you for the man you are and will treat you with respect, yknow? godspeed my dude
Thank you 😭 Never felt comfortable within my own skin. I've mentioned this numerous times over the course of years with my bf, but never knew what it meant, until I met my coworker. She suspected I was trans, trans masc specifically. Now, I was reluctant, because I come from a family in which emotions are used a weakness. I've grown, but don't think my bf has grown with the times. I was treated as a female at large, but my coworker and my boss, I was treated like a male.
it awoken something in me, fulfilled a need, I have no idea that I had, until I realized the implication of everything.
My bf wants me to stay soft and his, and I am slowly working my way from that.
I don't think I would mind belonging to anyone if that meant I could be me...
but I can't.
Not with him anyway.
I am he. While you can appreciate the parts left that are she, you need to respect, he.
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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 6 months
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From the Seed of a Sunflower
AU Types- Fantasy AU/Flower Language
Word Prompt- Sunshine
Dialogue Prompt- “who are you?”
Summary:  Bilbo intends to go on his year-long journey as is custom of his Took family, and being six inches tall is not about to deter him. He soon finds himself in a big world, containing small people...just like him.
Bilbo finally looked up, and for a strange moment, he thought it was the ravens circling above that were speaking. Now, he had never heard an animal speak before, but to be fair, the only opportunity he’d had was with the neighbor’s tomcat, Smeagol, who was an odd creature in general. However, before he could contemplate more on the idea of talking ravens, he was able to catch the shiny glint of metal on the back of one of the circling birds. His breath caught in his throat. Was…was that a tiny knight? Someone…his size? He thought he was the only one.
“It’s making a run for it! Better bring it down, quick.”
It was at that moment he became aware of the Raven Riders quarry. A squirrel carrying a passenger of its own. Only there was something wrong with them. The squirrel was…diseased looking, matted fur, and overly sharp teeth. The rider was even more appalling. Too pale of skin with bone jutting out in odd places. It was enough to make Bilbo shiver in fear even from where he was standing. He became entranced watching the battle now that he realized that’s what it was.
One of the Raven Riders would fire an arrow onto the squirrel creature that would either be deflected by the monster or dig into its fur making it cry out. However, it didn’t seem like it was going down easy. In fact, it only seemed more agitated, something he could tell was making the Raven Riders nervous as their back and forth banter carried on above. It was like watching some sort of bizarre play which is why Bilbo never once considered the idea that he might be in danger.
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coloring shameless: before and after
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tvtunedtoadeadchannel · 4 months
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lovekenney · 3 months
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No thoughts just man sitting on bed watching his boyfriend get ready as his wife walks into the room with his kid on her hip
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