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lunarw0rks · 9 months

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Hiiii, saw that ur reqs r open and I'm (desperately) asking for a Soap oneshot <33 U can do whatever u want, just rlly asking for fluff with him pLEASE

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Summary: Your best friend Soap confesses, reciprocating feelings you were convinced he didn't have for you. Warning(s): bsf!soap, friends to lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff, gn!reader, no use of y/n Word Count: 1k ꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ SOAP MASTERLIST // have a request? ˖⁺‧₊˚ ask box / ao3 ver. ˚₊‧⁺˖

After nearly a year of friendship, things had changed.

You began to see him differently, like an object of your attraction you had to have.

It was almost unbelievable, considering the rocky start you two had in the beginning. He was a friend of a friend, completely plastered and obnoxious the night you met him. To add to it, he spilled his bear all over you, which was the final straw that evening.

In hindsight; it couldn’t have worked out any better. If it weren’t for that clumsy happening, you wouldn’t have reached out to him to apologize for snapping. Without that, you wouldn’t have conversed with him when he was sober, no longer a drunken prick. When you heard his pleas for forgiveness, how genuine they were, you quickly realized you two really had gotten off on the wrong foot.

Several months later, the unfortunate first impression was nothing more than a memory.

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Your laughter echoed through the summer air; warm and stuffy despite the setting sun. ❝She was totally flirting with you, Johnny!❞ You matched his speed, a brisk jog as he distanced himself from the ice cream shop.

The cashier was flirting with him, it was obvious, given the fact that she made little attempt to conceal it. In all fairness, you two were of similar age and out for ice cream together — you mirrored that of a couple. Though, Soap had gone quiet when pursued, eyes either on you or the menu, for whatever reason.

❝Aye, whatever you say, love.❞ He shovels some rocky road into his mouth to keep himself quiet, sitting beside you on the park bench. For the first time that night, he was looking at anything else but you. His hands had gone clammy, his face flushed and heated, all a foreign feeling to him. He was rarely nervous when making a move. But you weren’t someone eyeing him across from a pub, you were a dear friend — one he wanted to be more with.

Soap could let you think it was his own stubbornness preventing him from accepting advances or indulging in hookup culture, but it wasn’t. He only had eyes for you, literally and figuratively. Typically he read like a book, yet you were entirely clueless or pretending to be. You had no clue he was head over heels, you were too stuck in your own head. Confiding in you about his feelings wasn’t a question of him fearing rejection, it was more of a concern about causing you to distance yourself from him. That nearly a year of friendship would fizzle away until it was nothing.

You savored the taste of your own gelato — the one he ordered for you because he already knew your favorite. ❝You’re so lucky to have me, Johnny.❞ Your teases were chewing at him, piece by piece. It wouldn’t be long before he spilled his guts, not long at all.

Soap made his best attempt at playing it cool, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. ❝Would be lost without you, that’s for sure…❞ He murmured, which only made your stomach churn. Has your unintentional pining made him uncomfortable? He was uncharacteristically quiet right now and refused to look you in the eyes. On your end, it looked as if he loathed your existence, yet to him, it was merely nerves feasting on his confidence.

Playful flirting was inevitable with him, it was in his nature. There was a line that was never crossed, however. Tonight, it would be, though. Either that or his confession would do irreparable damage to a close friendship.

❝What is it? I was only kidding, Johnny, you know that.❞ You set the sundae down on the bench beside you, full attention on your suddenly distant best friend.

Soap’s head snapped back to you when he heard your concern, ❝I’m not mad at you.❞ It sounded like the lie of a century, but it wasn’t. This was his fault for being so nervous, for walking on eggshells around you.

You scoffed at his words, eyes lit up in a baffled manner. He had such distaste written on his face like he had seen a ghost. By now, your head was spinning with worst-case scenarios. ❝What is it, then? Is there something on my face? Or… are you trying to get rid of me? If you don’t want to be around me, you should just say it—❞

❝I’m in love with you.❞ His blunt statement overlapped with your expelling racing thoughts.

For a few seconds, your clueless rambling continued, until you froze when you finally processed his words. ❝What?❞ There was no chance you misheard him, not when he had interrupted you with such firmness. Him, in love with you? Meaning, he reciprocates the anguish of suppressing one's feelings for weeks? Now you were just frustrated. This whole time you had been dancing around the subject, purposefully attempting to set him up with dates, he had felt the same.

❝Johnny, you don’t mean that.❞ You wanted him to mean it, but you had already scrambled to sway his desires. Surely it was a rash statement made to shut you up, it had to be. But Soap was never a man with concealed motives.

In a sudden advance, his hands cupped your face, ❝when have I ever said somethin’ I didn’t mean, hm?❞ He asked with lips straightened into a line. He had a point, and he knew it. There weren’t any other excuses you could find to convince him to not cross that imaginary line in the sand.

You sighed heavily when you realized fighting your feelings wasn’t worth it. ❝You haven’t.❞

When his words were received with a slight crack in your worries, he eased up on his grip, though his hands remained on either side of your face. Soap leaned a bit closer, his heated sugary breath on your mouth.

His thumbs caressed your skin, both sets of eyes unblinking and yearning for the inevitable.

❝Now, are you goin’ to shut your mouth and let me kiss ye? Or do I have to do all the work?❞

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irradiatedsnakes · 9 months

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my mob psycho 100 furry au COMPLETE i did it

FORTY EIGHT CHARACTERS

THE LIST

mob - eurasian tree sparrow

reigen - "acheroraptor" (microraptor)

dimple - kitty :)

ritsu - house sparrow

teru - aardwolf

tome - jumping bean moth

shou - vermilion flycatcher

serizawa - black myotis bat

tsubomi - thylacine

mezato - black & rufous elephant shrew

toichiro - eastern kingbird

minegishi - kunpengopterus

shimazaki - southern black racer

shibata - zuul (the ankylosaur, not the ghostbusters monster)

hatori - buff old german owl pigeon

joseph - spinner shark

musashi - cow

sagawa - leopard seal

yamamura - horse

kumagawa - great white shark

onigawara - red kangaroo

shimura - volcano hummingbird

inukawa - shiba inu

saruta - nepal gray langur

kijibayashi - ring-necked pheasant

takenaka - dusky dolphin

hoshino - pteranodon

asahi - variable bush viper

kurosaki - tiger leech

kaito & daichi - duck-billed platypus

mitsuura - orange rili cherry shrimp

mogami - carrion crow

shinra - capybara

jodo - chimpanzee

minori - orchid mantis (mobfrog's idea)

kamuro - common raccoon (sammisafetypin's idea)

tokugawa - painted dog (shigayokagayama's idea

roshuuto - numbat (shigayokagayama's idea also)

hoshida - river otter (handsmotif's idea)

emi - white mouth moray eel (localdopplerradar's idea)

sakurai - blue-spotted tree monitor

koyama - green iguana

matsuo - aye aye

mukai - sunda night carpenter bee (torchiclove's idea)

tsuchiya - peregrine falcon

muraki - cape golden mole (once again, thank you leo shigayokagayama)

terada - striped skunk

ishiguro - warty octopus (Graneledone verrucosa)

#furry mp100 #mp100

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sxrenityy · 2 years

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the scoops ahoy incident

eddie munson x f! reader ♡ (NSFW)

❝Looks so good, yeah looks so sweet; baby you deserve a treat.❞

- Or you and Eddie Munson go to Scoops Ahoy in an attempt beat the heat. Then, Eddie gets some ice cream on his shirt and the two of you go to the back to get him a spare.

Shenanigans ensue when clothes start coming off.

making out, french kissing, table sex, blow jobs, facials, semi-public sex, dorks in love, vaginal sex

☆ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40428471

“Ahoy! Would you folks like to set sail on this- oh, it’s you two.”

“Wow, thanks for the warm welcome, Harrington.” Eddie said.

Steve rolled his eyes, hands on the counter as he grumbled profanities under his breath.

“Why must you guys always come here? To rub it in my face that I’m single and you guys are happily skipping off?”

“That and this is the only decent ice cream parlour - plus, it’s thirty-four degrees outside.” You said.

Steve groaned again, this time louder. He was most definitely frustrated, but you honestly couldn’t take him seriously in that cutesy sailor uniform.

”Nice uniform, dude. Oh, hey, could you say ‘ay, ay, captain!’ for me?” Eddie snorted as he flicked Steve’s little hat - Steve looked ready to take it off and chuck it straight at him.

”Go fuck yourself, man,” He shook his head. “Y’know at least I have a job! What do you do again besides play Dungeons and Dragons with a bunch of pre-teens?”

”Hey! Being a DM is hard work.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Hard work at what? Being a high school burnout?”

“At least I didn’t peak in high school…” Eddie whispered.

Steve just waved his hands around, “Okay, whatever. Just- what do you want?”

”Glad you asked! I shall have a… dark almond chocolate in a plain waffle cone,” Eddie said before turning to you. “And for my lady?”

”Hmm…” You looked at the ice cream flavours, nothing really caught your attention, so you looked up at the menu. “I’ll have the banana split sundae in a size small - no sprinkles, though. I hate those.”

Steve nodded, “Separate or together?”

”S-.” Eddie was about to say.

”Together.” You quickly said, pulling out your wallet.

Eddie blinked in confusion, “You sure?”

”Yep! Since you drove me here and all.”

”You’re the best.” Eddie kissed your lips, you kissed back.

Steve cleared his throat loudly, “Hey, shitheads!” He snapped his fingers and you and Eddie broke apart. “Kiss later, pay now.”

”Oh, right, how much?”

”Four dollars, seventy-five scents.”

You handed him a five dollar bill, he gave you the change in accordance.

With another depressing sigh, Steve went to work with your orders as you and Eddie stepped to the side.

Eddie leaned against the colourful wallpaper of the parlour as you leaned against him, holding his hands.

You took one of his hands and brought it to eye level so you could marvel at his rings.

”Your rings are so endlessly fascinating, Eddie.”

“Why thank you, I’ll tell my uncle.”

You looked at him, slightly shocked, “Your uncle makes these?”

He laughed - oh how you adored that sound, “You kidding? Nah, my uncle just has a collection of ‘em with other miscellaneous jewelry. They’re from his high school days.”

“That’s still so cool…” It also made sense as they looked a little worn - though, knowing Eddie, it would make sense for him to have gotten these through his several stunts.

“So, what do you wanna do after this?”

”Hmm…” You take a moment to think. Starcourt had been the best thing to happen to the youths of a boring town such as Hawkins - there was so much to explore that you hadn’t even seen everything yet.

There were trendy food chains, trendy clothing, mini arcades, and…

You smirked, “How about…” You take one of your hands and pull your shirt slightly open for Eddie to see your bra. “I hear there’s a store that sells a bunch of… women’s products. You can pick out whatever.” You whispered.

“Whatever I want..?” Eddie smirked.

”Whatever.” You confirmed.

”My, my, that’s a big responsibility.“

”I trust your judgement,” You said. “Sometimes.”

”Ouch.”

You were about to lean in again before a yell stopped you dead in your tracks

“Lovebirds! Your ice cream’s done. Eat it quick so I don’t have to see you sucking face in my store.”

”How charming, Harrington,” Eddie went to take his and your order. “Thanks for these, matey.”

Steve subtly flipped him the bird as Eddie was in the process of grabbing his cone. Except, Steve had let go too early and the ice cream started to fall.

In classic, Eddie fashion, he overreacted by spazzing out and leaping to grab it. He somehow saved it, but not without the chocolate smudging into his shirt.

”Shit!” Eddie exclaimed. It was a Black Sabbath shirt, too.

”Oh, God my bad. I’m sorry,” Steve said. “Uh… there’s some spare shirts in the back. But they’re… Scoops Ahoy uniforms.” Steve said with an awkward smile.

Eddie sighed, clutching the empty cone so tight it started to crumble.

“And where is the back?”

“I can help you find it,” You stood with your sundae and took Eddie by his hand - the one not holding the crumbling cone. “It’s really close by, actually.”

”Wait, how do you know where the back is?” Steve asked.

”Three words: Robin, free movies.” You said with a wink before dragging Eddie off.

Inside the break room, you saw Robin with her feet on the table, reading what seemed to be a music sheet.

”Hey, Ro.” You greeted.

Robin looked up, her eyes shifting from you to Eddie, “Uh… what are you two doing here?”

You pointed to the stain on Eddie’s shirt.

”Ah…” She said before starting to smirk, “Oh, I’m gonna love seeing you in a Scoops Ahoy uniform, Eddie.”

Eddie pinched his temples, “Yeah, thanks.”

”Don’t worry too much, I think you’ll look cute.” You said.

Robin gagged, “Eddie Munson? Cute? No, never. Especially not in a goofy little sailor boy’s outfit.”

“Even if I somehow don’t look like a total idiot, I’m still gonna have to walk around with this- this,” Eddie’s hand flailed to Robin. “That.”

”Hey, I rock this.”

”Anyway, let’s get you out of that before the stain sinks in too much,” You go back to dragging Eddie away. “Bye, Ro!”

The storage where cleaning supplies, spare uniforms, and a random assortment of other items was found in the hallway where you snuck out to watch free movies.

Was it illegal? Most definitely. However, was it worth the thrill and saving money. Absolutely.

Eddie opened the door and took one of the male employee outfits, “Oh, God. I haven’t worn this bright of a colour since…”

“That Jungle Book class play in third grade where you were the tiger?”

“How—.”

”Uncle Wayne.”

Eddie groaned, “Should’ve known.”

”Hey, at least you were cute,” You said as you took a scoop of your ice cream. “I think you’ll look adorable with this as well.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Eddie said as he began to strip off his shirt.

You watched with bated breath, Eddie’s body always being a sigh for sore eyes - even if you had seen it a million times before.

The sheer beauty of his slender frame and tattoos never failed to make you blush. Maybe this was weird, but his define collarbones were perhaps one of the most attractive parts about him.

”You’ve seen me asscrack naked a hundred times yet you still blush when you see me shirtless? That’s cute.”

You smacked his pasty arm, “You would do the same if I suddenly took my shirt off.”

”So, why don’t you?”

”Because my shirt is spotless.”

”Well, Y/N, can I ask you something?”

Uh oh, you didn’t like that mischievous tone.

”Well, no, not in particular-.”

Eddie suddenly dipped his finger in your ice cream and spread it onto your shirt. It was a small stain, but definitely noticeable with the bright colour of the vanilla.

“Eddie!” You set the sundae down before samcking his arm again, he only laughed. “You’re going to be the death of me, I swear to God.”

All he did was put his arms behind his back and press his lips together into a tight, smug smile as you stripped your shirt off.

”Happy now?”

”Very.”

You rolled your eyes and turned around to search for the female employee uniform as Eddie rustled around behind you. You heard him unbuckling his belt - weird, as only his shirt had been stained.

”Holy, shit, Y/N, look at this!”

When you turned around, you nearly gasped. Eddie had found Steve’s clothes and took it upon himself to wear them.

”Oh, my God…” You emphasized each word out of pure shock.

There he was, standing there in straight blue jeans, tight navy shirt, and a grey, Member’s Only bomber jacket.

“Do I look like pretty boy Harrington?” Eddie spun and put his hand on his hips, in a way which scarily mimicked Steve.

”Yes, until I get to your face and hair,” You cup his cheeks. “But… I like this better, anyway.” You kissed him.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist as he walked backwards until he hit the wall. Entangled within one another, you bite his lip and he opens his mouth happily.

Your tongues wrapped around each other as Eddie’s hands snuck down to your ass where he grabbed it firmly, Eddie slid them around to the front and fumbled with the buttons of your shorts.

”Wait, Eddie,” You push him back. “I don’t think we should have sex while you’re in Steve’s clothes.”

Eddie blinked, “Yeah, yeah. Right, right.”

You giggled and backed away to watch him strip. As if to tease you, he ever so slowly took his jacket and shirt off, tossing them to the side as he snapped his hips.

”Like my show?” Eddie asked, smirking.

”Hmm… good, but a bit weird because you’re wearing Steve’s clothes.”

”Fair.” Eddie shrugged and unbuckled Steve’s signature blue jeans.

Now in his underwear, you unknowingly bit your lip. My goodness, was this man simply… gorgeous.

He was so beautifully masculine; his long hair and accessories accentuated his more feminine side, but that slightly hairy chest and thick veins along his arms and hands added a nice duality.

The tattoos which decorated his pale skin also added onto his appeal - them being the first thing you noticed when the two of you had sex for the first time.

“Done ogling me?”

You flinched then blushed, “I can’t help it when my boyfriend is so madly beautiful.”

This time, he blushed. Despite how cocky and confident Eddie could be, he was a sucker for compliments.

”Always loved the flattery, don’t you, sweetheart?”

As Eddie was a sucker for compliments, you were a sucker for his sweet, sweet pet names.

”Anything to get you going, dear.”

”You know me so well, love.”

”Do I, honey?”

”You indeed do, darling.”

The two of you inched closer with each sentence until you burst into laughter.

”Those were the most painful words I have ever had to utter.” Eddie cringed.

”I’d say mine were worse.”

“No way,” Eddie firmly shook his head. “Anyway on a side note, this might be a little crude but… I’ve been hard this whole time.”

Bold. So very bold yet so very Eddie.

”I’m flattered, really.”

“You should be, I always feel like… like— I don’t know, I’m on cloud eight or something when I’m with you.”

Cloud nine, You wanted to correct him, but kept it to yourself. “I appreciate the sentiment, Eddie. I feel the same when I’m with you… you’re like, my best friend and my boyfriend! How perfect is that?”

”I know right? God, I don’t know what I did in my past life, but I would have had to been some medieval saviour of a village to be here with you.”

God, Eddie Munson and his weird yet sweet compliments.

”Anyways…” You avert your eyes. “Should we continue where we left off?”

”My boner says absolutely.”

You smacked him.

Eddie had you up against the wall, ass-naked as he ground against you. He pinned your arms to the side as he left a trail of purple bruises from your ear to your collarbone.

Each one was a different shade of purple and had a unique, imperfect circle shape to them.

It tickled as he sucked on your neck, his hair falling all over your bare shoulders and making you breathily giggle every time his chapped lips would make contact with your silky skin.

”Eddie… these are gonna be a pain to cover.” You moan.

”Mmm…” Eddie just groaned.

You sighed and allowed him to keep at it, secretly enjoying how he marked you so thoroughly.

Perhaps this was to mess with Steve, perhaps it was just his naturally jealous attitude - either way, it was strangely pleasant.

However, you wanted to pleasure him as well, “Eddie, Eddie, wait.”

He pulled away, “What’s wrong? Fuck, did I hurt you?” His face distorted into concern as he let go of your arms and checked the hickeys.

You put your hand over his lovingly, “No, silly. I just… wanna give you some pleasure.”

Eddie’s expression relaxed, a small smirk now forming, “And how will you do that?”

You were smirking now as well as you flipped your positions around so that now Eddie was against the wall. You leaned in to his neck and left a small, but somewhat noticeable hickey there.

”C’mon, you can do more than that.”

”I’d rather focus on this.” Your eyes point down to his boner, clearly noticeable through his relatively thin, black underwear.

Before Eddie could respond, you got on your knees and pulled out his cock. It had been hard for a while; you knew this as it’d been rubbing up against your thigh as Eddie made out with your neck.

You could tell Eddie was relieved to finally have his cock be freed as a loud groan left his mouth when you gently put your hands around it.

As always, you start with a few pumps to get him going as you dab your tongue on his tip which dribbled with pre-cum.

”Yeah, fuck, Y/N…” Eddie put his hands through your hair and squeezed.

The slight burn on your scalp pushed you to give bolder, rougher strokes to Eddie’s painfully erect cock.

You slid your tongue down the base of his cock in a painstakingly slow pace, savouring the drawn out groan which left his mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, oh fuck yeah…”

He has a favourite word. You smirked to yourself.

It wasn’t long before you deep throated his entire cock into your throat, that was when Eddie grabbed a fistful of your hair as he grunted, leg twitching.

Your mouth went in and out of his mouth, making sure your tongue thoroughly slid by every inch of his cock whilst giving gentle hums every now and then to send vibrations down.

You knew Eddie was close when his panting became unstable, almost desperate as his fingers slowly slid off your hair.

When you felt as though he was on the brink of finishing, you released his cock from your mouth and grabbed it so that his tip was to your tongue.

You licked it rapidly until his cum sprayed all over your face and you let his cock go.

Eddie caught his breath as a wide, elated smirk spread across his lips.

“Jesus… I feel like… like… I just finished this super sweet campaign and everything went according to plan.” Eddie panted breathlessly.

“Odd comparison.” You noted.

Eddie looked down at you and rubbed his finger along your cheek, wiping off some of his cum.

“It’s been a while since you’ve had my cum on your face.”

”Yeah, because you always finish in my mouth,” You said. “I decided to switch things up.”

”You look so pretty.” Eddie said and gestured for you to stand. He took the time to clean your face the best he could with his calloused fingers.

It was defined rough against your skin, but it was comforting as only Eddie’s fingers had this unique sensation to them.

When most of his cum had been cleaned, Eddie let his hands rest by his side. You watched him as his big, dark brown eyes wandered around the semi-cramped room.

”Hey, Y/N…” Eddie asked as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

”Mm?” Your response was muffled.

”Do you think that chair is sturdy?”

You lifted your head to see Eddie pointing at a white, foldable chair next to a matching table.

”Um… probably? Or maybe not since it’s back here and all…” You said. “Why?”

Eddie looked at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Oh lord, what was he planning?

”How about we… test the durability of that chair..? Y’know, for Steve’s sake.”

”For Steve’s sake?” You couldn’t believe your ears.

”For Steve’s sake.”

You were practically impaled onto Eddie’s throbbing erection, legs spread across his lap with your back facing him.

Your arms were on the table, holding onto the big hunk of plastic for dear life as Eddie lifted you up and down via your hips. You tried to keep it down, you honestly did, but Eddie made sure that you couldn’t stay silent for long.

”I wanna hear your voice, Y/N, fuck…” Eddie grunted in your ear as his hands going from your hips to your arms.

Eddie pulled them back, forcing you to straighten your back as you gasped.

”Ah! Eddie!” You shouted out of surprise.

Eddie just held you in that position, back arching as he lifted his hips in the air to fuck your dripping pussy.

There was nothing to hold your moans in, and you just let go.

You moaned loud, Eddie’s cock feeling so insanely good as it pounded you deep.

The lewd sounds of sweaty skin slapping and breathy moans filled the room, almost bouncing off the walls.

”Eddie! Eddie… oh, my God… I-I feel like I’m gonna… ah…”

“You’re gonna what?” Eddie licked up the side of your neck.

A particularly harsh thrust sent your body and voice up, screaming out another moan.

”What are you gonna do, Y/N? Huh?”

“Mmm…” Your head titled down slightly as you mumbled incoherent words. “I’m gonna- gonna— ah… l-lose my mind…”

Eddie laughed aloud, head flying all the way back out of pure amusement.

”It took you that long to say that?”

”F-Fuck off…” You panted.

”Fine.” Eddie suddenly released your arms.

Your body went flying towards the table, but before it could land, Eddie’s arms snaked around your torso and had you upright as you leaned against him. One hand was squeezing your tit as the other had turned your head towards his mouth.

His had kept your jaw open as he shoved hit tongue in.

Well, at least now your moans were concealed.

Eddie’s breath felt so hot against your face, and you were sure yours was as well. Your teeth clashed with his as you made out in such a messy, near desperate manner.

“You taste like vanilla…” Eddie said in between the breaths.

”No shit…” You groaned, loud.

Then, out of nowhere, the door slammed open with a prominent thud.

“What the fuck!”

You and Eddie immediately pulled away to find Steve standing at the doorway, eyes widened and face distorted into an expression of initial horror and disgust.

”Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie jumped, and you did so as well.

”Steve!” You exclaimed, cheeks burning.

Steve slapped his hand over his eyes, “What the fuck!” He yelled again as he slammed the door shut.

You and Eddie stayed frozen in place, even after the door was firmly closed.

”Um…” Eddie began. “Maybe… we should have locked the… uh, door.”

”Yeah, maybe.”

There was another fee seconds of silence before Eddie took you off his cock and stood, keeping you in your place before bending you over the table.

”Let’s finish this quickly, yeah? So we can explain to pretty boy.”

You just sighed, “Good idea.”

Eddie took that as a sign to begin again. Your already wet cunt was spread by his thick fingers to slot his cock back in.

”Mmm…” You couldn’t help but groan as it entered again.

It was such a perfect fit, easing that lustful ache as Eddie roughly grabbed ahold of your hips and thrusted with such vigorousness.

He was pushing you all the way up the table, its legs squeaking against the tiled floor as it was shaken about.

You felt Eddie leave a trail of feather light kisses down your spine before licking up to your neck where he bit down hard.

”Eddie!”

”I could kiss you for hours, sweetheart…” Eddie moved your hair out of the way to whisper right into your ear.

And with a firm slap to your ass, Eddie came again into the strained condom.

You also orgasmed, your entire body seizing as this delicious wave of pleasure racked it - your body almost going limp from how sudden and how intense it was.

Eddie pulled out slowly and collapsed into the chair, you also slowly slid off the desk and onto his lap where Eddie wrapped his arms around your panting form.

”We should do this more often…” Eddie said into your ear.

You giggled, both from his statement and how his whisper tickled.

”And traumatize Steve again?”

”His fault for walking in…” Eddie said and you rolled your eyes. “You have to admit it was exhilarating though.”

You bit your lip as you shyly admitted, “Yeah…”

”God, you’re such a freak.” Eddie nuzzled into you.

”Says you.”

You kissed him, he kissed you back.

“You guys sure took your time searching for the uniforms. I thought they were easy to find - were they hidden or something?”

Robin was sitting at the table in the middle of the break room with her legs atop it, a book and a walkman on her lap.

You and Eddie walked out in matching Scoops Ahoy uniforms - or parts of it. You certainly didn’t take the silly vests, hats, and accessories - just the very basic elements.

“Yeah, um…” You and Eddie exchanged awkward glances. “They were hidden.”

”Super hidden.”

”Huh…” Robin said. “Steve, did you do that?”

Steve shook his head as if he had broken from a trance, “What?”

Robin made a show to roll her eyes, “Keep up, dingus, would you?” She sighed. “Did you put the uniforms in some weird location when you went to clean the back?”

His brown eyes shifted to you, then to Eddie as his face wrinkled in disgust.

”I did. Sorry.” Steve said in an uncharacteristically monotone way.

”Okay…” Robin said, clearly weirded out. “Well, anyway, it’s my turn to serve ice cream to those sweaty little kids. Enjoy your time!”

She flew to her feet and slid across the window which led to the main part of the parlour, closing it shut behind her.

The second Robin had left, you said, “Steve, look-.”

”Ap, ap!” Steve zipped his mouth shut, and you did exactly that. “I- no, we will put this behind us. We will never talk about this. We will never mention it to anyone again. And you two are never allowed back there again. Copy?”

“Copy.” You said.

”Copy…” Eddie was more reluctant.

“Good.” Steve said, though he still seemed annoyed with how he had that classic look of disapproval on his face.

It was the one where his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were squinting, practically asking “seriously?”

“Okay, get out now and return those to Robin tomorrow; I don’t wanna see either of you for the next few days.”

a/n: #justiceforsteve

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #female reader #robin buckley #smut #oneshot

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 4

Summary: Robert and Cherry talk

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader, Robert X Cherry

Rating: mature

Warnings: language, branding, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.3K

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“Dada,” Robert stares up at the ceiling in the bedroom, holding your sleeping body closer to his. “Dada, hi!” Sundae squeals ring through the monitor. Cherry was always the one that would get up with her. It was their morning routine for him to hear that sweet voice on the monitor, and sleepily walk into her bedroom.

“Dada,” her voice sounds a bit more pitiful, and you open your eyes, looking up at Robert. “Dada. Aye, Dada!”

“Robert, you gotta realize, she’s a baby.”

“Pretty Girl, I’m not mad. You get you some clothes on, and I’m going to get my other pretty little girl. And I want to talk to you about something,” you nervously sit up, not quite sure what he could possibly be wanting to talk about. He didn’t have that angry look on his face as he walks out with only boxers on, and you slip on a loungy shirt and shorts.

“Aye!” Sundae squeals. She couldn’t walk, but she could hold herself up in the crib. Bending her knees and bouncing up and down when she sees Robert. Her mouth opening and closing before struggling to get out, “Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop,” leaning forward to bite on her crib.

“Did you just give me a name?” You smile, sitting on the bed. Lifting your knees up to your chest as you listen to him. “Are you calling me Pop?”

“Yesh,” she starts bouncing up and down before holding her hands up, and falling onto the mattress, “Oh! Pop. Pop. Pop! Hi.”

“So I’m Pop. Makes sense.”

“Dada?” She holds up both her hands in question, looking around Robert’s body to the door.

“That is what we got to talk to your mom about.”

“Mommy!”

“Okay. Okay, let's grab a diaper, wipes, and the baby, and we’re going to see your mommy,” rolling your eyes because of course Robert didn’t want to change her. He carries a sleepy eyed baby into the bedroom, and she wiggles around in his arms making grabby hands at you.

Handing you the baby and supplies, he sits on the opposite end of the bed, watching you and Sundae. The way she was staring up at you with her bright eyes, chewing on her hand. Her chunky little legs flip her over once her diaper is in place, and she squeezes her hand at you.

“What is that?” Robert asks, and you let her crawl closer to you. “What is she doing?”

“Baby sign language. She wants milk,” crawling into your lap, she’s the one that lifts up your shirt, and Robert just stares. “Cherry thought sign language was a good thing to implement. Especially when her speech is limited. She can tell us when she’s hungry, or hurt, and even if she wants more of something.”

“That’s incredible. You two really did a good job with her,” you tilt your head to the side, giving him a soft look. “Last night didn’t go the way I hoped it would,” that was an understatement. Last night was a fucking disaster. “He was trying to make you jealous.”

“Yeah, it worked. Worked on a baby as well.”

“And it won’t happen again. Cherry can say what he wants to me, but you are out of the question. And Sundae didn’t ask for any of this shit.”

“Freezy baby, you were doing so good with your swearing.”

Robert is the one who was smiling now. He never imagined this life that you had given him. Never could have foreseen a woman in his life. Just one, and he is completely satisfied. He definitely never saw himself openly willing to share his woman with another man. But it wasn’t just sex between you and Cherry. The two of you had created a bond, and love in between you. He had become Sundae’s father. As much as Robert wanted to be pissed. He was thankful.

“I want to talk to Cherry. Just me and him. Not include you or Sunny because it gets you both upset. Pretty Girl, you understand I would do any fucking thing for you, right? That extends over to our daughter that is sucking so fucking loud on your tit. Damn girl, is it that good?” She slaps at her chubby little leg when Robert gets a dastardly look, “I need to test it out to make sure it isn’t poisonous.”

“No, you need to go talk to our friend. Our partner.”

“Did you teach her to say Pop?”

Sundae unlatches from you, sitting up to look at her Pop, and you give her mouth a little wipe, pulling down your shirt, and she scoots closer to Robert, “It was Cherry’s idea,” Robert cocks his eyebrow up looking at you, “After she called him dada, it became his mission to heavily show her pictures of you, and say your name was Pop. She must have just put that together this morning. Huh, darling. Say Pop.”

Her mouth opens and closes, trying to get the sound out when she just blurts, “Pop! Dada!”

“Even she knows that there’s supposed to be two of you. So, now that you realize that last night was a disaster, why don’t you see if you can bring him back home. In an actual relationship with us.”

“Yeah, I don’t like the way that sounds. We share you and the baby. I’m the husband, he’s the boyfriend,” Sundae gives him a little hand clap, her mouth lifting in a pretty little smile. “And tell mama I got to try those titties later tonight.”

“Robert, do not talk about that in front of our daughter.”

“She’s a baby. She doesn’t know what I’m fucking talking about.”

“Uck. Uck. Uck,” you narrow your eyes looking at Robert as Sundae repeats Robert’s favorite word.

“I’ll quit talking like that in front of her, but when it’s just us, and a possible Cherry boy, oh, I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

“Uck. Uck. Uck,” she was already learning her Pop’s harsh way of speaking, and you couldn’t have that. Waving your hand to shoo Robert away, you decide today would be the day that you unteach your daughter the word fuck. “Uck. Uck. Aye!”

Robert slings his hand in the doorway, stopping Cherry from closing it in his face. “What do you want, Robert?”

“To talk. That bitch fucking here?”

“No. Nobody is here,” Cherry steps away, walking back into this dump of a motel, flopping back on the bed.

“No bodily fluids were left on this fucking bed?”

Cherry looks back at Robert, glowering at him, “Not from me. What do you want?”

“Last night was a terrible fucking idea. I should have listened to my…um, to Pretty Girl. She just wanted all of us to talk.”

“About what?” Cherry goes from laying flat on the bed, to sitting up. His hand rubbing over his belly while he yawns. “I slept like shit.”

“Because you’re used to sleeping in my damn bed.”

“Here we go. Thought you wanted to talk, but you’re wanting to stake your territory. I got it. She’s yours. Why do you think I brought a woman? I can’t do this Robert. I can’t be the side piece. The third wheel. I can’t know that I spent months with that woman. Watched her body change, and held her hand while she pushed out your daughter, but she became my daughter, too. That baby means just as much to me as her. So I’m either in, or I’m out.”

“Would you shut your fucking pie hole for a goddamn minute? Shit. I talked with her, and Sundae agreed, we’re ready for you to come home.”

Cherry yawns, rubbing the back of his head, while he thinks. Ground rules needed to be set sooner rather than later. He tried to have sex with that woman last night, but she wasn’t you. Politely called her a car to take her home while he drowned his sorrows in a bottle of Jack. All he wants is to go home. Be with you and see his daughter, “It’s not that simple.”

“Make it that fucking simple.”

“It’s not that easy. What is Sundae to me?”

“Don’t be a son of a bitch. That baby is your daughter. She fucking calls you dada. Is that what you fucking wanted to hear? She’s your daughter, but she’s also mine.”

“Was that hard?” Cherry gives him a smile, but there is still more that needs to be discussed. “I’m not sleeping upstairs in my old room.”

“Fine. Go the fuck on. What else?”

“There has to be some understanding that I don’t want just sex.”

“What do you fucking mean by that?”

“I’m a sensitive kind of guy.”

“Yeah, no fucking shit.”

Cherry gives him a laugh, twisting his head to pop his neck. The crack makes Robert gag a bit. For someone who was a professional murderer, he had some odd things that made him sick to his stomach. “What I mean is I like quick little kisses. I like holding her just because. I can tell when she’s had a bad day and just wants to cuddle. And I can’t be walking past her for a hug, kiss, and an ass squeeze if you’re going to growl at me. If we’re doing this, I’m all in. All of me. All of my body, and all of my heart.”

“I don’t want your fucking body near me, unless were fucking double penetrating her. There’s nothing between me and you. You fucking get that, right? Like if our cocks fucking touch, it’s because we’re stretching her tight light cunt over two cocks, or she’s sucking on both of us. Or fucking shit! Stretching that ass over two dicks!”

“Easy. I don’t want to fuck you anyways. She would have all of my body and heart. And I know, we’re sharing her, but I want equal opportunity. And as hot as it is for us both to destroy her, you know it’s okay for just one of us, right? And it can’t always be you. Sometimes you gotta let me have solo time. And not just with you stroking your cock in the corner, but you watching our baby, while I make sweet love to her. This only works if we’re all on the same page. I will share a bed with you. That bed upstairs can be for when it’s one of our birthday’s or something. Or for another kid, or…I don’t know.”

Robert breathes deeply, thinking closely about everything that Cherry had told him. It was only fair that everyone was equal with you. Feelings were involved, and they were so much deeper than genitals. Even if he could shove his cock pretty deep in your cunt.

“You know what you son of bitch, let’s go home, and we need to talk with my…our fucking Pretty Girl. We’ll figure it out. What I do know is that Sundae was asking for you this morning. She got me, called me Pop. And Pretty Girl — she fucking needs you. Last night was horrendous, but she needs you. She needs all of you. So I guess this is where we are.”

“Yeah. Let’s go home.”

“Hey darling,” you coo over at your daughter who was bouncing up and down, holding on to the couch. Looking towards the door, and making grabby hands.

“Dada. Pop,” she looks back at you, cheesing, and then looking back at the door.

“You hear the car pull up,” she gives you a head nod looking towards the door. Hearing the door knob turn, she gives a little squeal, and when Cherry and Robert walk in together, her hands drop from the couch. Giving one step forward. “Oh my god,” you whisper, putting a hand over your mouth.

“Dada,” she squeals, lifting her hands up, and almost losing her balance. Getting a determined look on her face when she takes another step. “P-p-Pop!” A giggle comes out of her mouth before taking two quick steps, and crashing to the floor. “Uh-oh!”

Deciding she gets somewhere quicker when crawling, her little legs shuffle her to the men, and she looks between the two of them. “Yay!”

“I think she fu…she told us what she wanted,” Robert walks over to you for a chaste little kiss.

“And what’s that?” Cherry leans over, picking up his little girl. He might not have helped create her, but he loved her like she was his own. He holds her so tightly, as she pets and slaps around his face. The moment of him refusing her, and leaving completely forgotten for her, but for Cherry it still remained. He could still see her angelic face as she cried for him. Arms reaching out, and he like an ass, walked away.

“She wants you and Robert here,” you choke out, watching the two of them. You couldn’t stay mad at him. “So don’t be stupid.”

“So you’re my girlfriend now?” The corner of his mouth turns up into a smirk, and you try to remain calm. Try to not think about how him and Robert being open and okay with you having both of them was making your entire body tingle.

“It appears that way,” you would give all three of them the world if they asked you. You felt as if your job was to keep them all happy. “Thank you for coming back.”

“There’s only one last thing for me to do.”

“And what’s that?” He walks Sundae over to Robert before turning to you. His hands playfully run around your neck, until he takes off your choker, and you look up at Robert, eyes already shining, and lip trembling.

“Pretty Girl, after today, you won’t wear that choker ever again,” reaching into his pocket, he hands you a lighter, and you look over at Cherry realizing what is happening. “If you want him in our lives. Make it official. I’m going to take Sundae outside for a bit. You two be careful.”

Cherry was already laying on the couch with his shirt off when you leave his side to find some tweezers, “Where do you want it?”

“On my neck,” you bite at your lip, looking at him was placing the charm where he wanted it, and you giggle, walking over to him. Wrapping his arm around your thigh, “Sit on me,” with the knowledge that Robert was okay with this coupling…tripling, you straddle his body, and hold the charm with the tweezers. His hands rub up under your dress, cupping your ass, while you wait for the metal to heat up.

“You remember when Robert and I got our brands?”

“I do. You were just this scared sweet thing. And if I recall, that’s the first time I got to play with this pretty pussy. I tasted your sweet honey,” you swat his hand from traveling up the front of your dress, and turn to look at him. “We’re gonna need a bigger bed.”

With a devilish grin, you press the ice cream cone charm up against his skin, grabbing onto an empty vase, you add pressure to the metal, while he seethes. “Hurts worse than you thought, huh?”

“It’s worth it. Pretty Girl, it’s cooled down.”

Letting the charm drop off his skin, you give his chest a smack, “And don’t you ever make our daughter cry like that again. She was inconsolable.”

“I don’t need to hear this.”

“Yes, you do. You should have talked to us then. You…you brought a stupid bitch here, and Sundae was confused. This branding doesn’t change what you did. You…you whore.”

“Aww,” his hand coasts under your dress, letting his finger rub over your mound, “I am a whore, but nothing happened with that woman. I’m a whore just for you, and I wanted — I wanted to make you hurt, and then I hated myself for that, and then with Sundae…that hurt. But I either wanted all of you and her, or none of it. I can’t be the other man.”

“You weren’t to us,” he tilts his head to the side, and you couldn’t deny that you had led him to believe it was always going to be Robert. That there wasn’t anything that could change how you felt about him. Making Cherry feel it was an either or. “You should have talked to all of us. You got pissy.”

“I got pissy because Robert is possessive. We’ll go over some rules, because I want this to work. He wants it to work, and I’m going to guess you do, too. And yeah, I should have waited, and not jumped into railing your ass when he got back. I fell in love when you were pregnant, and the thought of him getting all that I had fallen for, it hurt. I couldn’t think normally because I just hurt. And now my damn neck hurts. This needs to be cleaned, and I would like to spend some time with…Sundae.”

“She’s our daughter. Yours, mine, and Robert’s. And eventually…I might have persuaded Robert with a great blowjob, but our next baby is biologically yours. I want you to have the same experiences as him, and he as you. He missed out on all of Sundae’s early life, and my pregnancy. He loves her, too,” Cherry nods his head, moving the hand that was palming you to your thighs again with a smile. “He’s a good dad. I don’t want you to think he isn’t. He adores her, and he wants the best for her. And you need cleaned, and we’re going to play with our daughter.”

“And later we’re going to play with…”

“Sleep. Mama is tired because she didn’t get any sleep last night because she was pissed off at you. So daddy, let’s get you cleaned up, so we can see Pop.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Cherry grunts sitting up while you get the first aid kit.

“Taking your shirt off was so unnecessary,” you slowly start cleaning him off, finishing with a soft kiss to his new brand. Burned into his skin was the same mark that adorned yours and Robert’s skin. “And I still want to wear the choker sometimes. It’s cute.”

“Let’s go spend some time with Miss Sundae Pronge. Maybe the next baby can be Blueberry or Raspberry, or Blossom. Cherry and Blossom.”

“Maybe the next baby is a boy.”

“Reese’s pieces! Graham cracker!”

“Why do the children need to be named after food,” Robert looks back at the two of you. Sundae holds her hands while she bounces up and down with a cadence of Pop on her lips. “Maybe he’s just…”

“Pie! Cherry pie.”

“Most definitely not. Tell your daddy and pop that if you have a brother his name is not pie,” Sundae just smiles, her sweet little face looking between the three of you, “She’s happy. She’s at peace since we’re all together.”

And she was. The way she moved her head back and forth looking between her daddy and her pop with the brightest smile, made those two men weak. She had the two of them wrapped around her tiny, but chubby fingers. Her scrunchy nose smile makes them ooh and ahh and at her. Robert stands up, leading her to the grass, and grabs her hand. She holds up her free hand for Cherry, and the three of them start walking around the backyard. This could work. And they would make it work for her, but also for you.

You were going to have your hands full with the two of them, but it was definitely worth it. You felt an ease engulf you. Comfortable here with them. Your family. Your everythings. You were sure there was going to be disagreements, especially with their two loud personalities. But it was going to be worth it. It was going to be work, and you were willing to work on it. For them.

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positivelybeastly · 2 months

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About a week out from the big reunion. How ya feeling

"Mutantkind is counting on me. I will settle for no less than complete and total success. If you're angling for a hint as to my intentions, then you can try and find it elsewhere. I have precious little time to entertain distractions, whether they be yours . . . or X-Force's."

"Would you believe me for even a moment if I said I felt fine? Because I really don't. Nervous, anxious, a whole lot of other words ending with ous . . . I don't know if I'm ready to face him. Either, him.

The other me.

Simon.

I know less now than I've ever known, I'm a stranger in a strange land, I'm clueless, I'm . . . frightened. I'm frightened, that's how I'm feeling. Does that satisfy your curiosity?"

". . . All of my life, I've spent searching the words of poets, and saints, and prophets, and kings, and now, at the end, all I know that I've learned, is that all that I know, is I don't know a thing. I don't know what's going to happen, I can't even begin to guess, and I . . . well."

"Whatever happens . . . I'm going to do my best. I owe it to everyone to do no less."

Fuckin' terrified. You have no idea how eagle eyed I am for the preview pages for #49 to hit. Even the slightest hint is going to hit my eyeballs like a goddamn freight truck.

This, and #50, could be the single greatest thing to happen to Hank in the last 10 years, or it could be the shit icing on a shit sundae, I don't know. I really don't know.

Let's hope for the best, aye?

#Anonymous #verse: each of us is a nest of lies #verse: I wait to wake #outofmuffins

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wizardics · 5 months

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17 of Last Seed, Sundas

The world might as well had ended then and there.

18 of Last Seed, Morndas

Yet, mayhap due the sheer stubbornness inherit to all that's living, the sand kept falling down the hourglass, and the sun rose anew.

Why then, did he wash his hands from the blood he has shed? Of an uncounted number of people, then living, now gone. The sand in the hourglass would not go back for them, and be it fate or chance, they had run out of time.

What remained of the place where fate was made was an unceremonious tomb.

Was it then a small blessing to be able to see the sun?

As those questions of science, philosophy and progress came back to haunt him again and again, the very tangible space in front of him boiled down to abstractions, shapes and forms, making it hard to gauge what was real and what was not; dreams became scattered memories, and scattered memories became dreams in a far stretching strip until he lost sign of them, making his head spin in angles previously unknown to men.

Out of options, then -- he decided to stand proud. For he owned to those wayward ones to carry on.

19 of Last Seed, Tirdas

The stranger arrived at dawn.

The morning greeted him like an old friend, and the neverending road didn't say goodbye -- just 'see you soon'. Not man nor mer, he stood not proud, but in a discreet manner as if like a shade, he would soon disappear.

From the edge of the town, he looked back one more time.

"Aye, boy," the man on his porch said, and as a reply, the stranger rose his hand in greeting.

"Hail, master." A tilt of his head. He examined the mister in his front throughly: blonde hair and a strong build, the so familiar visage of the sons of the north. The age slowly started to show in his face, wrinkles born of sternness and smiles both. As the man smoked his pipe, the stranger allowed for his eyes to wander away from his gaze, categorizing thoroughly every new discovery. That must be--

"Ain't every day we get visitors in Riverwood."

"Ah!" The stranger took his hands close to his chest and uncloaked himself, revealing the face of a youth who had not seen his third decade yet: dark skin and dark hair, his eyes were not unlike an owl's -- big and unblinking, watching over the creation with curious intent. For all purposes, something about him was slightly to the left, or to the right, or shifted only slightly in a manner mortals could not conceive. A strange stranger, of the strangest magnitude.

"I bring news of Helgen."

The man rose his eyes, disposition suddenly changed. "I see. You might want to get in, then, Elf."

A sigh. It would be a long day.

20 of Last Seed, Middas

"Shor's bones," he whispered in the dark of the night, and spring was almost choking him. After the children had went to bed and the songs of the happy drunks high on their youth no longer rang in the streets, he allowed the stranger to talk: his name was Ayre, a boy from Bruma. The question about him crossing the border was raised in passing, to which he gave a yellow smile as an answer.

"I might be as much of a child of the North as you, master."

And now, silence.

"First the war..."

"Master Alvor, if I may..." the stranger -- Ayre, he had said -- interjected, but Alvor shook his head.

"And what about Hadvar? He was stationed there, with the Imperial Legion. Do you have news of my nephew?"

Ayre's eyes fell to the ground without any words, and the man knew. The blacksmith sharply inhaled, and those willing to see past a man's pride would see he was shaking. "I see."

"I'm sorry--"

"Leave me to my grief, boy." It was an order. "Go back inside, tomorrow we shall talk."

21 of Last Seed, Turdas

"What do you plan to do next?"

That was a question that Ayre dreaded.

#the elder scrolls #skyrim #my writing #my OCs #OC: Ayre the Blue #pspspspsp reblog this

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lamyaasfaraini · 4 months

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Day 28 - What is your favourite food and why?

30 days gratitude challenge

Makanan kesukaan? Wah apayaaah~ merunut ke belakang dulu, aku suka makanan rumahan. Waktu kecil apalagi, jarang ke resto2 apalah, cafe jg ngga ada kayanya. Paling ke resto sunda aja haha. Jadinya ya menu makanannya jg susundaan aja.

Sambel, suka pisan atuh wlpn diri ini ngga suka yg pedes2 amat tp cukup aja yg gabikin sakit perut. Makin kesini persambelan banyak macemnya, sambel bawang ay layk bgt, sambel matah, sambel dadak, sambel kecap jahe ituloh kalo makan ikan bakar duh enak. Dulu sempet suka bgt sama sambel bu Rudi, tp pedes bgt jd kuat makan dikit. Makan sederhana cuma sama tahu goreng nasi anget aja jg udah yahud asal sama sambel.

Kalo masakan rumahan buatan 2 kesayanganku yg udah tiada adalah, yg kesatu schootel mie (bisa pake makaroni) daging cincang sayur2an (jagung, wortel, kacang polong sesuai selera) made by ibuku, Ya Allah kangeeeen belom sempet minta resepnya keburu meninggal huhu. Yg kedua daging lapis (begitu namanya), rendangnya org sunda katanya tuh karena ada manis2nya dan ituuu enaaaak bgt huhu. Sama ini jg belom sempet nanya resep keburu meninggal.

Makanan kesukaan lainnya, soto betawi atau soto tasik (enak ini dua2nya), nasi goreng yg rempahnya rich bgt gt, nasi kebuli leh uga, ramen bolelaa yg lekoh kuahnya, chinese food suka sih yg bumbunya mantep pokonya, peracian mah atuh ofkros kek cilok goreng, batagor dan lumpia basah haha

Segitu aja kurleb, kalo ada yg kurang berarti lupa.. Banyak jg yah cuy fav foodnya hemm

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interlagosed · 2 years

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NOTE: Explicit reference to drug use.

"Ay, mierda! Por dios!"

Lando lazily glanced over at Carlos, who had just slammed his too-big book shut. His face was red even though they'd been sitting directly in front of their AC for the better part of an hour. Lando had long since taken to lying down on the cool, tiled floor; the very thought of carpet, like the kind that furnished most of his family's house in Anglosax, made him want to shrivel up and die.

And Jesus, was it bloody hot.

"Did your brain melt too?" Lando asked Carlos.

Carlos groaned and laid down beside Lando. Lando'd stripped down to his underpants, but Carlos was, for some reason, trying to be a hero. He was in shorts though otherwise shirtless (yum). For a moment, Carlos' shorts touched Lando's thigh, and Lando hissed with displeasure.

"Brain, eyes, ears, tongue," Carlos listed off, his voice uncharacteristically agitated.

"Some Navari you are."

Carlos clicked his tongue and rolled onto his stomach to glare at Lando. "Unprecedented heat wave, they said, eh? That means never before. So how do you expect me to be good at never-before heat?"

"Aw, are you grumpy?" Lando said, reaching over to pinch Carlos' cheek. Carlos yelped and swatted Lando's hand away. "Are you a grumpy-wumpy because it's so hottie-wottie?"

"Hottie-wottie?"

"Technical term."

"Of course. And yes, I am grumpy because I have to start working on my syllabus and-"

"And you can't do successfully that if you haven't read all the new books that have come out in the last year," Lando finished for Carlos. He really did look very pretty, as warm as Carlos was. Part of his hair was plastered to his forehead, the rest tufted up as a result of tousling from the AC. Lando reached forward and Carlos instinctively flinched away, but Lando persisted; he swept Carlos' hair back from his forehead, and Carlos sighed with relief. He really needed a haircut. But Lando wasn't about to tell his husband that. "I know."

"Exactly," Carlos said, closing his eyes. He was already stressed, and the heat wasn't helping. He was taking over for his father's famous Law and Political Economy of Hiberia course, the same one that Lando had taken his first year. Of course he was stressed. Not only was he taking over for angel guardian, President Carlos Sainz Cenamor, but he was taking over, more importantly, for his dad.

If the reviews weren't great, he'd never hear the end of it. But hey, at least he wasn't teaching the constitutional law class. Considering Lando's father-in-law had literally written the Hiberian constitution.

Thank God Lando's dad just did. Well. Whatever he did.

Normally, Lando would try to take the edge off of Carlos' stress with sex, but the idea of any part of his body touching Carlos' for long periods of time, let alone during any exertion-based activity, was- again, enough to make him want to shrivel up and die. But he had another idea.

"Baby," Lando said, "I'm going to make us some sundaes. Want to split a joint?"

Carlos looked over at Lando with an eyebrow raised. Lando shrugged and kissed Carlos' bare shoulder lightly, nuzzling at a particularly hairy patch on his upper arm. He was quite fond of Carlos' bear bits, even if Carlos didn't always enjoy the moniker.

"You're stressed. It's hot. Ice cream is good. Brain's not working anyway. Might as well double down, yeah?"

"I will not open a window for this," Carlos said, but he didn't sound dismissive of the idea.

"So we hot-box ourselves. Even better."

Carlos laughed and shrugged. "That does sound nice. Okay. I will roll. You get ice cream."

"Deal," Lando said, and made to get up with a loud, preemptive groan. But then Carlos gently took his arm and kept him where he was for a moment. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Lando's, soft, long, wonderful. Lando made a happy noise, deepening the kiss just slightly. He sucked on Carlos' lower lip, plush and lovely between his teeth, and Carlos ran his nails lightly down Lando's arm, making him shiver. When they pulled away from the kiss, Lando almost reconsidered his previous disdain for sticky sex.

Almost.

"I love you," Carlos said, like it was something he'd never said before. Like they hadn't been exchanging I-love-yous for nearly three years now. Like they hadn't been married for most of that. Like Lando wouldn't say it back every single time.

So Lando cupped Carlos' cheek, kissed him again, just as soft and long, and said, "I love you too. Now help me help you get fucked up."

Carlos laughed and released Lando. As Lando got up to go to the kitchen, he found he couldn't stop smiling. An unprecedented heat wave didn't seem quite so insurmountable anymore.

#¡revolución!#hibi writes #carlando #carlando ficlet #tw drugs

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xylamalkoshan · 8 months

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9.3.23. 1300H. Jollibee

Na-invite ako sa isang kiddie party na ginanap sa Jollibee. 7 years old ang celebrant. Madami ang bisita. Huli na kong dumating at wala na din maupuan. Kadalasan ay maiinis ako sa ganitong setup. Para kasing hindi pinaghandaan kahit na nag rsvp naman ako.

Pero narealize ko na nagkulang ang upuan dahil sobrang dami ng mga bata. Sa bilang ko ay nasa 30 siguro. Ang ingay, ang gulo. Sa tuwing tatawagin ng host ang mga bata para batiin ang birthday boy, magsisigawan ang mga ito na para bang nasa kabilang dako ng Pilipinas ang binabati. Nakakairita. Pero di ko rin mapigil ang matuwa. Nagulat na lang akong nangingiti at natatawa sa isang sulok habang masiglang sumasayaw ang mga bata at bibong bibo na sumasali sa mga games. Nagtawag ang host ng dalawang grupo na binubuo ng tig-limang bata. Natapos ang laro na may tig-walong bata ang bawat team. Chaotic.

Habang tumatanda ako ay tila palungkot ng palungkot ang araw araw. Wala din naman ibang masisi kung pinili kong ikulong ang sarili sa mundong ako lang ang may gawa. Nakaka-miss maging bata, para bang limot ko na ang pakiramdam. Pinipilit kong alalahanin ang sarili sa ganoong edad. Alam kong nagpa-party din ang mga magulang ko noon, nasa akin pa ang pictures. Pero hindi ko na maalala kung sino ang mga katabi doon. Siguro kaklase, kalaro, kapitbahay? Mga taong buhay lang sa pictures pero hindi sa alaala. Tanda pa kaya nila ako? Kabilang din kaya ako sa mga pictures na meron sila, iniisip kung paano ako naging parte ng buhay nila?

Nakatayo akong kumain ng jolly spaghetti at chickenjoy, may fries at Sundae pa. Paminsan minsan makakaupo habang bakante ang upuan ng mga kasali sa games. Dalawang oras din, pero para bang sandali lang din. Umalis akong nakangiti, bakas kasi sa mukha ng mga bata ang saya sa bawat pagkapanalo sa games, pati na din sa prizes at loot bags na natanggap.

Pero tulad ng ibang araw, umuwi akong walang naghihintay sa pagdating. Oo nga pala, mag isa lang ako.

#filipino #late night #rainy nights #sober september #thoughts #kids #birthday #jollibee #kwento

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walaumalistulog · 1 year

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Si Bobby, stepfather ko na sumakabilang-buhay na, ay isang dating tsuper. Biyahe ni Bobby nun ay Blumentritt-Balut. Taena, akala ko same lang ‘yun ng Pateros, kasi hello??? Balut??? As a Best in HeKaSi.

Minsan, kasama niya ako sa biyahe. Panahong walang-wala kami—swerte na kung makakain kami sa SM San Lazaro ng Jollibee. Ako ‘yung nagsusukli at naglalagay ng bayad sa kahera. Natutuwa pa ako nung kapag nakakakuha kami ng new banknote (yaong kasalukuyang banknote ngayon) kasi ang visually appealing. Talagang hindi namin siya gagastahin, dahil gusto namin ‘yung design ng bagong pera.

Ramdam mo na minumura ka na sa isip ng mga pasahero kasi nagpupuno ka pa ng jeep, pero may male-late na pala. Pero wala, eh. Naranasan ko rin na masiraan si Bobby ng jeep habang bumabiyahe. No choice—lipat ng jeep. Hindi ko alam gagawin ko. Kung samahan ko si Bobby? Binigyan pa ako ng P20, at sabi: “bili ka muna anak ng sundae sa 7-11.” Eto pa, alam ko rin ang pakiramdam na magpa-gasolina, lalo sa alanganing oras. Sa kaalaman ng lahat, palitan ang dalawang tsuper sa isang jeep—isa ay pang-umaga, at isa ay panggabi. Madalas, nauubos ng panggabi ang krudo at dahil gabi na, hindi na nakakapagpakrudo kaya kinabukasan ng umaga, doon magpapagas—kung kailan male-late ka na!

After ng biyahe, magbibilang ako ng kikitain. Porsyentuhan, boundary sa operator, ₱500. Sa kanya na ‘yung wampayb. Hahalikan niya ako sa pisngi, bubulong—“salamat kuya sa pagsama. Kain tayo Jollibee bukas.”

At ayun, kakain kami sa Jollibee. Isang araw na kami naman ang pasahero ng jeep, kami naman ang mag-aabot ng bayad, at kami naman ang bubuhay sa tsuper. Dahil alam namin ang hirap at sakripisyo sa pag-ikot ng manibela na bubuhay sa apat na sikmura namin.

Sa bawat pagsakay ko ng jeep, bitbit ko ang alaala ni Bobby. Ngayong malayo na rin ang narating ko, sa bawat bayad na binigay sa akin ni Bobby, hindi ko man lang siya nabigyan ng sukli.

Ngayong malayo na ako, wala akong panukli sa buong salapi ng pagmamahal at sakripisyo. Keep the change, ika nga.

Sa tabi lang po, Manong Bobby.

Para po. Para po sa’yo ‘to, Papa.

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 1 year

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Get to know your fic writer numbers: 2, 10, 16, 32, and 55

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

I’m very firmly on the “planner” end of the “planner vs. pantser” spectrum. My multichapter fics all have an outline in a separate doc. It doesn’t have to be super detailed and I’ll also deviate from it if I notice that something isn’t working out as planned. But I do need to have a general idea on where the story is going, how it’s supposed to end and how I wanna get there, or I’ll give myself anxiety attacks. I actually wrote and published the first chapter of Hic sunt dracones without having a complete plot outline down and I nearly peed myself until I figured it out. 🤣

10. Cltr + f “blinks” on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

The kid is babbling excitedly, but Steve can't make out a word over the deafening roar of his own blood in his ears, needs to swallow and blink violently to focus.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Besides Hic sunt dracones, I’m currently working on my fic for the Steddie Big Bang, which I obviously can’t talk about yet. 😏 Apart from that, my To Write list contains four ideas right now, which are in various stages of being fleshed out.

One of them is a modern AU in which Steve owns a restaurant and tries to seduce Eddie through food. Eddie, who thinks that putting grated cheese on top of your SpaghettiOs is haute cuisine. Or, alternatively: Steve soft doms Eddie into basic self care. (It would most probably be Eddie’s pov, which is a first for me, so I’m a bit nervous about it.)

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

That’s a tough one. There’s so many amazing fics by so many incredibly talented writers out there and I don’t get around to reading half as much as I wanna in the little free time I have. That being said …

Azriel Green's fame is well deserved. I’m pretty sure You’re Divine changed me on a spiritual level. I am always awed and humbled by how they use language to build scenes and atmosphere.

Ayes comes up with the most mindblowing AUs, their writing style is absolutely beautiful and the stunning art collaboration with itskleo is the cherry on top of the sundae, really.

Gorgeousgreymatter writes the most wonderful stuff at incredible speed and their smut is what I aspire to, honestly. They are also an incredibly cool person who I am proud and happy to be friends with. I legit died the first time they told me that they liked my writing. 😭

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Listen, there’s a reason why I have churned out over 150,000 words worth of Steddie fanfic and (almost) all of it in the same pov. Steve Harrington is my little emotional support blorbo. I relate to him on so many levels. I too, am perpetually stressed and lowkey annoyed, as well as a chronic people pleaser who puts others before myself, so most of the time, his perspective comes real easy to me.

Apart from that, Robin Buckley is my spirit animal and I squeal every time somebody tells me that they like my take on her.

And, obviously, I'm beyond thrilled that ppl are liking my dragon!Eddie so much. 😏🐉

#steddie #steddie brainrot #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #steddie fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #my writing #ask game

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castielmacleod · 1 year

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the thing with destiel is how actually heteronormative it is as perceived by the shippers. the need in creating gender roles in a gay ship, the desire for a heternormative like ending with dean and cas' character where they get married, have kids and shit. if i wanted to watch that i'd just watch it a casual straight romance, not this boring ass heteronormative narrative that got slapped into a gay ship. and it is so projecting too... and it's very telling. they imagine destiel to be like this because that's what the shippers want to have themselves, pure projecting and nothing else that much and just boring undertones.

No you’re honestly really correct. Like I know heIIers will swear up and down that D*stiel can’t be heteronormative because it’s two men and I men… yes and no. Because yes it’s two men, but the way you’re treating them in your little invented narrative is so fucking mad that it genuinely seems heteronormative, and that’s in the best case scenario. Worst case scenario is that it’s just flagrantly homophobic lmfao. That is my official Gay Man™ opinion here.

Because it’s not even *just* the idea of two men being married and having a family that’s heteronormative (as unsettling as the whole D*stiel white picket fence thing is—I’ll get to that). It’s the bizarre spin heIIers tend to put on the aforementioned men’s dynamic, and it makes me feel insane.

Readmore for length lol

Like I can’t count how many times I’ve come across D*stiel posts that are supposed to be funny? I think? Where the joke is that Dean feels the need to either “be”, or to treat Cas like, “the woman” in their relationship. Like it’s Dean being weird about who does the housework or takes out the trash, or being all “old ball and chain” about Cas, or Cas being Dean’s “wife”, and shit like that. That is heteronormative as well as homophobic in my opinion, not to mention reductive as hell. But aye sure even Dean’s gross misogyny and homophobia has to be woobified I guess 😐

If these jokes are coming from actual mlm then that’s one thing (still not anything I’m into, still indicative of more than a few issues, but… it’s one thing). A lot of the time though this stuff is just straight up coming from f/u/j/o/s/h/i types which means not only is it heteronormative and homophobic but now it’s also a fetish thing. Especially when it comes to men expressing femininity in any way shape or form, or at least expressing what said fetishists think is feminine for men (i.e. bottoming during sex). It all makes me feel so gross tbh I don’t even want to get into it really.

Then there’s the glaring fact that the two men heIIers are cramming into this Stepford white picket fence ice cream sundae family barbecue suburban Americana rubbish in the first place, are Castiel and Dean Winchester, and that makes it even more insanity-inducing to me personally. Cas is a billions of years old angel. Dean is both a serial killer and a serial abuser. I literally can’t think of a trope more ill-fitting for either of them, especially for Dean. Happy, married, dad!Dean is wildly ooc and quite obviously pure unfettered self-indulgence on the part of Dean fans who just wanted him to be happy for whatever reason, and like. Self-indulgence is fine! We all do it! But let’s call it what it is!

Something that’s also self-indulgence is the “with kids” angle because every aspect of it is just…. simply not what it is in the show. Like obviously there’s the whole making Jack a literal baby thing but in particular my jaw simply drops when not only is someone posting about suburban domestic D*stiel, but is also implying that Claire moves in with them and is just literally their daughter or something?? You have to be wilfully ignorant of soooo many things, not least of all everything Jody’s done for Claire, to make that work and it just blows my mind that people can write this stuff without batting an eye. But if you’ve already invented a completely new Dean anyway then I guess everything’s in the air isn’t it.

There’s also something to be said about how the apparent *epitome* of a happy, peaceful ending for any and all fictional characters is Stepford white picket fence ice cream sundae family barbecue suburban Americana rubbish. But that’s for another essay 😭

#Ask #Safeantidestiel #And like. I can recognise the humour at least in imagining some of these characters in extremely domestic situations #But is the humour not from the sheer fucking dissonance #I mean….. it IS supposed to be funny right #Again I’m not saying it’s bad or wrong to imagine domestic endings for your ships or whatever #But it comes down to how you style the domesticity.#Do you imagine your gay ship dividing into “husband” and “wife” roles?#Is married with kids in white American suburbia the only thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “domestic”?#Do the living situation and dynamics you’re imagining actually suit the characters you’re applying them to?#Are you reluctant to picture something different or non-standard because it’s not what you yourself would want?#I think these are good questions to ask yourself #If you’re trying to avoid being overly self-indulgent anyway. If you’re not then go wild I guess 😭

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