#but it’s fucking expensive in California
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[to the tune of the Lego Movie’s “Everything is Awesome”]
Everything is stressful! 🙃
Every-thing causes anxiety! 🙃
Everything is stressful!! 🙃🙃
When you have ADHD! 🙃🙃🙃
#I can’t take this fucking roller coaster of a housing crisis much longer I’m going to fucking SCREAM#I don’t think I’m being unreasonable by setting a boundary after all the concessions I’ve made but now she wants to push to move in date#back?? HOW DO I KNOW UR EVEN GOING TO MOVE IN AT ALL#LITTLE MISS MONTH-TO-MONTH 😭😭😭💀💀💀💀💀#apple talks#to the tune of spam#alright tw time! here comes the suicidal thoughts!#so my last housemate moved out a few months ago and my parents have been helping me with rent since then#but it’s fucking expensive in California#and I’m struggling to a) find a new roommate b) find a new apartment or c) find a better paying job#the stress has literally been killing me I can’t fucking sleep I eat even less and I’m up with 4 am panic attacks!#and my parents don’t have infinite money! so on Xmas they threatened to pay a buttload of money to force me back to Ohio bc somehow THAT#expense is less than helping me with rent a little while longer#I would rather fucking kill myself than move back to Ohio I am dead fucking serious#bc it’s not ‘move in with my parents again’ it’s my parents paying a whole ass apartment of my own until I find an Ohio job (in THIS economy#??) it’s them paying to fly me my CATS and my stuff out there but not any of my furniture.#it’s being down the road from my father again which I cannot and WILL not do.#I fucking moved to Cali to get away from him. and if my mom would just divorce his ass I’d be no contact in a heartbeat#I cannot be financially dependent on him AND live within driving distance of him#and I absolutely do not want to put my cats through the stress of a plane ride! they can barely keep it together being locked in my room#while I’m at work for 1 day! not to mention I’d be dependent on my parents to drive me everywhere bc there’s not public transportation there#and I’ve been packing in case I have to move apartments or god forbid to ohio and it’s a blurry fucking line bw packing to move#and giving away all my shit in preparation to kill myself#and I FINALLY found a new very temporary roommate and I’ve made a fuck load of concessions for her to move in and I have to draw the fucking#line somewhere and this of all things has her wanting to push back move until February which makes me nervous bc what if she backs out? what#if I’m fucked? girlies if I stopped posting for days on end I am literally dead. pray for my cats to go to a good home bc I can’t fucking do#it anymore
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okay, i'll tag this one so you can find it.
to the anons and commenters: thanks for your responses. that was a fun thing to see.
to watcher: can't wait to see what you do when you don't have advertisers looming over you! super excited for what comes next.
the the fans who have left racist comments on steven's posts: what the fuck is wrong with you?
to all the fans of watcher: i am politely bowing out of this one. i'm pretty sure you guys already hate me anyway, or at least the comments and anons have made it seem that way.
#watcher#watcher tv#shane madej#ryan bergara#ghoul boys#steven lim#buzzfeed unsolved#this situation is odd to me.#people are acting like they invented the idea of paywalling#as if dropout.tv doesn't exist#or as if streaming services don't already offer exclusive shows and charge 20 bucks a month for them#people are also acting as if they dont want to make content theyre proud of without the fear of not getting paid this week#they may have money but they live in california. it's expensive as fuck to live in my tiny town in indiana let alone LA#as a content creator myself i want to make content i'm proud of without having to worry if this is what gets the youtube gods angry at me
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Just delighted to discover that "been very emotional about things/ stomach has been very fucked for the last week" is yet AGAIN a result of finasteride really hating me and I'm probably gonna have another surgery 🙃🙃
#and I just booked a very expensive trip to California#fuck it I can die with my debt#good fucking morning to you too universe I hate your guts
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Days like these I wished I had my own place
#but noooo everything is so fucking expensive#and unaffordable in Southern California#just want to be left alone and have some peace and quiet#text
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kindof losing my mind bc uhhhh. how am i supposed to like. afford to live.
#i am going to whisper in the tags bc i feel odd about YELLING my bs into the void#i do not have a job yet largely due to physical and mental disabilities#but when i DO start searching for one its like. 90% of online job listings out there are ghost listings#basically none of them hire disabled people and i have disabilities that REQUIRE accommodations#my job search is significantly narrower bc of my disabilities theres a ton of shit i just straight up cannot do#and they all pay about 1 ball of lint & two quarters.#i live in california which thankfully is (relatively) safe for me to transition#but its also. California. which is. Expensive. to live in.#and i have medications i NEED to be a functioning person monthly#on top of taking T at some point#so like ummmmm. chat am i fucked!!!!!!!!!#i could leave california but where do i even go thatd be safe for me AND affordable#its just so hard to get motivated to be independent right now when like. im 18 years old and i can barely walk anymore#im grieving my physical ability at 18 years old#i should be doing that at 70#and everything costs So Much theres no fucking shot i find anywhere in california i could afford IF i can even FIND a fucking JOB I CAN DO#unless i wanna live with my mom forever (who is constantly wearing on my mental health and i DESPERATELY need some distance from)#or live in a literal closet for $2000 a month#what if i have to sacrifice my meds to pay rent i literally am not a functioning human without them so i 100% could not work while off them#idk shit looks so fucking bleak for everyone right now but being disabled makes it a hell of a lot worse#i used to be excited about being independent now i just kindof dread it. or it seems more like a pipe dream#i dont wanna live with my mom til im 25 yall#and transitioning is expensive. and my mom is not going to cover my medical bills lmfaoooo#and idk whats going on with my physical ability so im probably going to have to pay for more doctors appointments#and tests and TESTS AND TESTS#for possibly years#til they figure out what the fuck's wrong#just not excited to live in poverty bc i am a young person in america and basically every young person in america is living in poverty atm#and also not excited to live in a world where i walk with a cane at 18#zep.txt
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lost my stupid dumb ass fucking idiot vape
#what u must also understand is i dropped my wallet the night before moving had to go pick it up with my parents that day forgot my keys#mid moving which was just annoying but we made it work but then also in an attempt to hide the pen from my dad for whatever fuck ass reason#lost it apparently not finding it in any bag or whatever and it’s FINE!!!!!!!! i don’t care im normal.#more annoyed than anything it was 2g and one of my last bigger expenses lmfao#abby talks#also i need an adhd test. whatever#also i did not vape before going to california bc i think it looks lame but if u had my prof you’d understand.
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Wow, $250 whole dollars!
#I know the city can't technically fine them more than that for a first time offense but still#the actual permits to remove or trim the trees are significantly more expensive#and what's really fucked is that a LOT of things are like that in LA#it's considered the cost of doing business to sell food from a truck without a permit#because actually going through the process of licensing is way more than the fines#and it sucks because for a normal person who generally tries to abide by the law you'd get screwed#crime actually does pay here and it pays well#and you have no idea how much I detest saying that because California gets shit on for being so blue/liberal by the conservatives#so I absolutely hate giving them any sort of ammo#but frankly California has massive fucking problems with the way this state handles crime#I'd get fined more for being slightly too late in crossing the street at the cross walk and I KNOW people who HAVE been fined out the ass#for that exact thing#we need actual fucking consequences for companies that break the law#steep fines that actually get used for something good like oh I don't know#MAYBE ADDRESSING OUR HOMELESS CRISIS? so people aren't y'know dying on the street#California may be a blue state but frankly our state and local governments don't care about us any more than any other state's government#we have to FORCE them to care otherwise we're gonna see more shit like this
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It is sooo depressing to move from Colorado to Texas I'm applying for jobs for next semester and they're like 'yeah we're so cool we'll pay you $10 an hour" and I'm like I could make double that at Home Depot here bad bad kill
#rehks rants#texas has no fucking right to have such a low minimum wage#it isn't nearly as expensive as Colorado or California but it's not 7.25 worthy
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The state government for where I live is currently debating whether our current 15 week abortion ban should remain in place or if it should be overruled by a full ban that was put in place in 1901. The state I live in was not even a state in 1901.
#i hate it here#i want to move to California#for multiple reasons#but its too fucking expensive#i cant even afford to live here#roe v wade#abortion
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It is absolutely insane that the cheapest space for rent in my hometown is a STUDIO with no ac, no washer/dryer hookup, no pets allowed, and street parking only for $1,450 a month 😭 wtf
#why is rent so expensive here#and this is downtown not a very good place#i hate this#rent#california is so fucking expensive#but as someone with autism the thought of leaving ca again is so terrifying
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hi hope this doesn't sound accusatory bc i totally believe u when u say this and i think i may kind of be in the same boat myself rn (living in california) but can u explain a little more what u mean by it "costing money to work" it's something that i struggle to put into words to explain to ppl that it's a thing
nah youre good! [thumbs up] yeah i dont know a great way to explain this either other then "california (+everything tbh) is expensive and even with a higher state min-wage its still unrealistic" my bad but ill try. also sorta disclaimer i guess? very california-centric pov
i think the point when it feels like, or it actually is, more expensive to work is either one of getting paid enough, not enough hours, or both. (though ive mostly seen and experienced it with low hours/okay pay) because state minimum wage can be 15/hr but when average rent in sac is 2k, gas runs around 5/gal, and a single can of pepsi is 3$ (THREE DOLLARS!!!! im personally mad about that one) 15 is like nothing unless youre doing 50+ a week.
that is not considering: having kids + paying for childcare, working in a different city you live in, other forms of transit (when my car shit itself it was like around 80 a day to get to work), literally any other bills, anything that comes unexpected, so on and so on. if you live half an hour away from work its obvs more expensive then ten minutes or less. also not considering work making you need to get things like new clothes/shoes/etc.
it can be hard to explain cause when saying "yeah im only making 17/hr and struggling" that can sound more like, i dont know, a personal problem? and not something closer to a "im making 17/hr and working 3 hour days so its costing me a ton to get there"
though i guess it could just boil down to: things are expensive and where or what your work is, how sporadic the schedule is can make it so work is costing you. which is a hard thing to articulate because yeah im technically getting paid to be here. but not really.
hope literally any of this made sense!
#sorry. excuse me if this makes no fucking sense or its repetitive im drowning in cold meds atm <-dying#like its embarrassing to be like. 'hi im making 17/hr unfortunately i cant make it into work. cause its too expensive to get there.'#had to tell my boss (ups) that two weeks before xmas back in 2021 he was pissed#ive had to quit 2 jobs because of this. one i was making 15/hr 5 days a week but 2-3 hours a day!!!!!#obscene#also i see the from ca and i raise: my dads friends call it california broke lmfao#ca broke: making 45k a year but barely scraping by cause shits so expensive
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There was that one Reddit post that was like “I just realized you can actually make hundreds of thousands a year, what the fuck am I doing, I gotta go back to school NOW”
and it made me think about how the job I’m doing is something I love but I only made $12k last year and most of that was spent on gas and food and vet bills and programming supplies for work that my work’s budget couldn’t afford
and then I got a raise in January which was great! and I’m supposed to get promoted this year in august and it’ll be a really good promotion that will double my income !!!
but that’s still not really enough to sustainably live on
so I have to go back to school for my masters so I can get a librarian job that’ll pay $60k/year hopefully and I got accepted for a 25-week certificate program (woo!!) so from there starting in January I can go for my masters officially
so Yknow 2 years from now when I have that degree fingers crossed I’ll be a real librarian but then I think about how there are still people who make double that. Triple that. Quadruple that.
And I feel nauseous.
Because while I’m working towards 60k, I’ll be making $15k and then maybe hopefully possibly $30k, and all the while there are ceos making $200 or $300 or $400k and I don’t know if what they do is as meaningful as library work yknow but idk idk idk
So now I am looking for a second job in the meantime right.
And I found some that pay twice what I’m making now in the publishing industry as proofreaders.
And it’s really hit me that I could make my promotion’s annual salary in 6 months of work.
If I was in a different industry my bachelor’s degree would be worth, income-wise, that of my hypothetical master’s.
And Yknow you see that 54% of American adults can only read and comprehend up to a 6th grade level and you see teachers and libraries so underfunded that your staff members are making pennies and can’t afford to live in the area they serve and it’s so disheartening and not even surprising that the literacy rates are so low and keep dropping
And I don’t even know where I’m going with this I’m just frustrated and sad and anyways fingers crossed I get an interview at one of these publishing places I applied to tonight idek I need more money
#this is rambly I’m sorry I’m just. feelin it now mr krabs#I had a lady complain to me because she was upset that taxes in our state make it ‘too expensive to own two houses here’#because she wanted a house in the city and a house on the coast#and ‘because of that tax rate she had to buy a beach house in California instead’#and she complained about this to me for 15 minutes#and I’m standing there like. lol. I can’t even afford a fucking apartment at my current income level.#once I get promoted I will almost certainly be moving an hour away from where I work. so that I can be out of my parents place.#and she evidently makes enough that she can have two different multimillion dollar homes on opposite sides of the country#and she’s COMPLAINING ABOUT IT#like the fucking wealth disparity here#like why am I in this fucking industry#because I like it? is that a good enough reason?#I want to be part of the positive impact on the lives of the people who come in#I want to help people#but is it fucking worth it???#I care so much about making a third space between work and home and libraries are vital to the health and wellness of a community#and I’m so passionate about it#it means so much to me#but my mental health is crashing because I’m stuck in my parents place and can’t afford fo move out#is it fucking worth it. is it worth it. I’m not sure anymore.#if you asked me a few months ago I would’ve said yes.#but then I got back to wanting to kill myself. so.#I don’t know i don’t know I don’t know I’m sorry for rambling I’m going insane I’m sorry lmao#delete later#vent post#L writes
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I'm totally in support of the writers in theory but I'm trying to understand more of what you're fighting for because I've seen some people on twitter claim writers make more money a week than most of us make in a month so I'm trying to understand what the issue is. Also if that info is accurate. This is a genuine question. Not trying to have a "gotcha moment". I really want to hear from a writer.
people have always had wild misconceptions about how much a writer earns because of their lack of understanding of how the industry actually works. there's so many posts about how "you guys make 5k a week. what more do you want?!" yeah...let's do some math on that.
5k a week for 14 weeks (and that's a long room. a lot of rooms these days are 8-10 weeks. those are the dreaded mini-rooms we're trying to kill) is $70,000. for roughly three months of work. you'd think we're cooking with gas...BUT HOLD UP. that's gross! let's see everything that has to come out of that check:
10% to our agent
10% to our manager
5% to our entertainment attorney
5% to our business manager (not everyone has one but a lot of us do. i do, so that's literally 30% immediately off the top of every check)
most of these breakdowns ive seen downplay taxes severely. someone made one that says writers pay 5% in taxes and i would like to ask them "in what universe?". that doesn't even cover state taxes. the way taxes work in the industry is really complicated, but the short of it is most of us have companies for tax reasons so we aren't taxed like people on w2s/1099. if we did we'd be even more fucked. basically every production hires a writer's company instead of the writer as an individual. so they engage our companies for our services and then at the end of the year we (the company) pay taxes as corporations or llcs (depending on what the writer chose to go with). my company is registered as a "corporation" so let's go with those rates. california's corporate rate is 9% and the federal corporate tax rate is 21%. there's other expenses with running a business like fees and other shit so my business managers/accountants/bookkeepers have recommended i save between 35-40% of everything i make for when tax season comes.
you see where the math is at already??? 25-30% in commissions and then 35-40% in taxes. on the lower end you're at THE VERY LEAST looking at 60% of that check gone. 70% worst case scenario. suddenly those $70,000 people claim we make are actually down to $28,000 as the take home pay. and that's if you're only losing 60%. it goes down to $21,000 if it's 70%.
lets pretend you worked a long 14 week room (that's the longest room ive ever worked btw) and let's also be generous and say you only have 60% in expenses so the take home is $28,000. average rent in los angeles is around $2,800-$3,000. if you're paying $2,800 in rent that means you need AT LEAST $4,000 a month to have a semi decent life since you need to also cover groceries, gas, medical expenses, toiletries, phone, internet, utilities, rental and car insurances, car payments, student loan payments, etc etc etc. and again, this is los angeles. everything is more expensive so you're living BARE BONES on 4k. and these are numbers as a single person. im not even taking having children into account. so those $28,000 you take home might cover your life for 6-7 months. 3 of which you're in the room working. the reality is that once that room ends, you might not work in a room again for 6-9-12 months (i have friends whose last jobs were over 18 months ago) and you now only have about 3 months left of savings to hold you over. we have to make that money stretch while we do all the endless free development we do for studios and until we get our next paying job. so...3 months left of enough money to cover your expenses -> possible 9 months of not having a job. this is how writers end up on food stamps or applying to work at target.
this is why we're fighting for better rates and better residuals. residuals were a thing writers used to rely on to get them through the unemployment periods. residual checks have gone down from 20k to $0.03 cents. im not joking.
they've decimated our regular pay and then destroyed residuals. we have nothing left. so don't believe it when they tell you writers are being greedy. writers are simply fighting to be able to make a middle class living. we're not asking them to become poor for our sake. we're asking for raises that amount to 2% of their profit. TWO PERCENT. this is a fight for writing even being a career in five years instead of something you do on the side while you work retail to pay your bills. if you think shows are bad now imagine when your writer has to do it as a hobby because they need a real job to pay their bills and support a family. (which none of us can currently afford to have btw)
support writers. stop being bootlickers for billion dollar corporations. stop caring about fictional people more than you care about the real people that write them. if we don't win this fight it truly is game over. the industry as you know it is gone.
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I can’t survive another year in this house I just can’t 😭
#I have no intentions of hurting myself#it’s just that I’ve been dissociating so much lately and I didn’t understand why or why I felt like crying all the time#and I just woke up in the middle of the night and realized how much pain I’m in#ans it’s just not sustainable and I’m so miserable here and I miss my partner so much 😭#why is California so fucking expensive get me out of here 😭#personal
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😂 spent the entire evening looking up flights and planning a trip before pausing and thinking about how I need to take a beat before I commit to a $2k trip at the drop of a hat
#not me mad texting my bestie trying to get her to jump in with both feet with me lmaoooo#i want to go out of country so bad#we are most likely doing LA#she says Disney is too expensive but i can't be in throwing distance of it and not go lmao#but we will take a few days and discuss#personal#this discussion literally pulled me out of the throes of a crippling depression#i barely left my bed for two days but the hope of getting the fuck out of here of going to California with my bff just resurrected me
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being so normal (18+)
a continuation of this series of blurbs (untitled, adidas, puppy grin)
contains: steve x reader; shy!reader; reader with a vagina; gender neutral pronouns used for reader, but good girl is used once; oral; fingering; blue balls :/
you really shouldn’t have smoked. but when eddie offers it for free, you take it.
because now you can’t stop looking at steve. you’re fixated on him like a moth to a flame. he’s the only thing in the entire bowling alley you care about. maybe if you were sober that would scare you - but also, if you were sober, you wouldn’t be looking.
everyone’s talking about something. steve included. you watch his brows furrow gently while jonathan tells a story about getting too stoned in california. how his pink lips quirk up and then fall flat again. his brown eyes all soft before they narrow when robin makes a joke at his expense.
and his nose. it slopes downward so straight. like it was sculpted. pink from the alcohol beginning its course through his system. there’s a tiny little freckle on his nostril that you want to kiss.
you want to kiss him. it’s so overwhelming that it’s almost painful. you’d love nothing more than to crawl over the table separating you and kiss him til he’s breathless. til his face is red and his pupils are blown. til his hands grip bruises into your hips. til there’s spit trailing between you two. til it trails down lower, down towards your aching, needy -
you’re snapped out of it when eddie slams his ringed hand down on the table in front of you, making you jump.
your brows crinkle together comically slow. you feel like you just woke up. “huh?”
“does steve have somethin’ on his face?” eddie asks again, smiling big.
“i don’t see anything,” jonathan adds.
you falter. “what?”
it must be physically painful for steve to not look smug over this. you wonder if he knows you were staring. his eyes meet yours and you feel dizzy all over again, so needy and so yet nearly fearful of his attention.
he’s a much better actor than you.
steve waves his hand, looking away from you, brown eyes focusing on the bar. “we all stare when we’re stoned.”
“maybe i just think he looks funny,” you finally say, which seems to be sufficient enough. eddie guffaws loud enough to hear over the music and jonathan slaps steve’s back.
“i’m gonna get you for that,” steve says, in a tone so casual it shouldn’t make your stomach flip, but it still finds a way to.
“gonna make them car sick again?” nancy asks. her eyes feel like they’re boring into the side of your face. like she knows something. it makes sweat bead at your hairline, pulse quickening when she raises her brows at you for a second.
and as the men leave to get drunker, nancy and robin sit staring at you. you play with the sweating edge of your glass of ginger ale, bouncing your leg.
robin’s the first person to break the silence. she swats at you, expression somehow irritated and elated. “how stupid do you think we are?”
“what are you talking about?” you deadpan.
“come on,” nancy huffs.
you point to the monitor above your table. “it’s your turn, rob.”
“how long have you been sleeping together?” nancy presses.
you gawk and you hope, despite knowing that nancy wheeler is the smartest person in a one hundred mile radius, that she’s falling for your innocence. “why on earth do you think we’re…?”
“oh, seriously?” robin scoffs. “you can’t even say ‘fuck’?”
“no, really,” you urge, knee bouncing faster. “why do you think we’re doing something?”
“you’ve been getting rides from him,” nancy points out.
“he has driven me somewhere three times in six months,” you amend.
this seems to make them short circuit, opening their mouths to protest but unable to find any ammo. you’re pleased with this.
“and by your logic, then robin must be having sex with eddie.”
robin groans, repulsed. “that’s gross!”
“how do you think i feel?”
“then why were you staring at him?” nancy asks.
you reach for your ginger ale, taking a long sip. “he’s cute,” you settle on. “so what?”
“if you aren’t doing something, do you want to?” robin continues. “i can, like, totally help you out here if you do.”
“robin,” you grit. “enough.”
as grueling as it is, at the very least, this behavior reinforces why you didn’t want to share your situation with steve in the first place. everyone is so nosy - and the only one who really has a right to be is robin. if you’d let it slip that you were being intimate with steve, she’d be furious that he didn’t tell her. but this makes you feel worse for hiding it, and you feel a little sick as you take another swig of your drink.
“well, if you’re not doing anything,” nancy says slowly. “and if his driving made you sick, and that’s why you pulled over, then you wouldn’t mind jonathan and i taking you home. right?”
you blink. “right,” you reply after a pause.
she stares, unwavering. trying to make you break. “so jonathan and i will take you home, then.”
you nod. “right,” you repeat.
nancy’s so goddamn petty, you think, watching robin finally get up to bowl. totally ruining your impending orgasm, again, just to prove herself right. you were so looking forward to riding steve’s nose. you try your best to not look irritated as the game continues, even as the boys come back, eyes ignoring steve’s - well, ignoring steve’s everything. you act like his entire existence is meaningless to you until he finds you in the hallway leading to the bathrooms, half drunk and messy.
“heyheyheyheyhey,” he coos, grabbing you by the waist, pulling you in to his chest. your body becomes overwhelmingly hot at his attention all over again. "c'mere."
"steve," you squeak, "we can't -!"
but he pulls you into the bathroom anyway, pressing you against the door and twisting the lock until it clicks. his mouth is on yours before you can protest, kissing long and sweet and serene. you melt for half a second before turning your head to the side.
"steve," you breathe, grabbing onto his shirt while his lips trail down your neck. "steve, we can't - they're on to us -"
"i know," he says between kisses, annoyed. "jon and eddie wouldn't shut up about it."
you open your mouth to protest but a moan comes out instead.
“oh, there?” he asks, breathless, attaching his lips to your sweet spot.
“steve,” you moan, breathy and low. “we can’t - they’ll - they’ll kn-know -“
he sighs and pulls away, pouting. “what were you looking at me for earlier?”
you’re a little speechless under his gaze. “why do you think?” you whisper.
he licks his lips. “i think someone here’s upset they didn’t get to cum.” one hand rests firmly on your hip, the other snaking around to the small of your back.
you’re trapped. deliciously so.
“and i think you were thinkin’ about how good my nose feels on your clit.”
you shiver, staring at the collar of steve’s shirt.
“that true?” he asks softly.
“not - not totally.”
“well, do you want that?” his thumb plays with the waistband of your skirt, clawing at it, wanting in. “want me to make out with your pretty pussy again?”
overwhelmed, your eyes fall shut. “nancy - nancy’s taking me home.”
steve falters, eyes going soft. “is everything okay?”
“she’s on to us,” you repeat. “thinks if we aren’t doing anything then i wouldn’t mind going home with her. so - yes, i’d really love that, but i don’t think tonight-“
but steve drops to his knees, like you aren’t in a public restroom. his hands push your skirt up, exposing your still drenched underwear to him. you open your mouth to ask what the hell he thinks he’s doing, but his tongue is on you before you’re able to finish your thought.
“oh!”
steve’s fingers keep your underwear pushed off to the side - his prize of the night now stolen from him. if he could, he’d send you back out there with your pussy on display, your underwear tucked safely into his back pocket. but he’s a gentleman, so he resigns himself to snag a pair from you next time.
he always assumes there’s a next time.
“we - they’ll - find out,” you pant, knees weak, your hands reaching down to push his hair away from his face.
steve laughs, pulls away, licks his lips. “do you really think i can’t make you cum in five minutes?”
you hold onto his hair in a white knuckled grip, tugging, listening to him pant and moan beneath you. his tongue licks delicately up your folds before he sucks at your clit, kissing it, flicking his tongue out. then he ducks down a bit, lets his nose rub against your swollen bud while his tongue fucks you.
“oh my god,” you moan, eyes rolling.
“do you want them to know?” he asks, voice thick with you.
you realize you’re being too loud, but it’s impossible not to be. steve brings you to rapture in ways you never thought possible. you never thought it was possible with him. his pretty face between your thighs begs for you to praise it, to let everyone in this goddamn dive know what he’s doing to you.
“you have three minutes,” you shoot back, panting.
“yeah?” he presses a kiss to your folds. “aren’t i supposed to make you pay for teasin’ me earlier?”
white hot electric shoots through you. “n- no.”
steve laughs, raising a hand so his thumb can rub circles into your clit. you sigh, trying desperately to still your shaking legs. “don’t have to let you cum, y’know. could just wait and see how desperate you can get for me. see if i can get you to hump my leg.”
he doesn’t need three minutes. he needs one more minute, needs his dirty mouth running, needs to make you feel like a pervert, and that’s all it takes. his mouth engulfs you just as you’re cumming, lapping you up, moaning as he tastes you.
“shit,” he gasps, pulling away, chest heaving. “wish i had an hour with you.”
you still don’t look at him as you ask, “what would you do if you had an hour?”
“stretch you out on my fingers,” steve answers immediately. “wanna see how well you could take ‘em if we had the time. if that’s okay,” he adds.
you nod, swallowing hard, dizzy. “that would be very okay.”
“you think i could?” he’s still not getting up. “you’re so tight on my tongue, bet it’d take an hour to get two fingers in you.”
but he’s going to try now, his fingers creeping back up your thighs and between them where you’re sensitive and halfway to dripping.
“we don’t have an hour,” you remind him.
steve just hums, using his free hand to part your legs. he’s begging with his eyes. “but we have a minute, right?”
your head falls back against the door with a quick mhm.
“you’re so cute,” he muses, the tip of his middle finger teasing your entrance. “so beautiful, you know that?”
you want to scream. “i did not.”
“must not tell you enough then, huh?” if you looked down you’d see the absolute adoration in his eyes. “sorry about that, angel.”
steve still isn’t trying to push inside of you. he’s just watching, staring up at your pretty face, the way it twists, your lip quivering. it’s so fun to play with you. he could do this all night but he knows he has about five more seconds until you remind him of the time again.
“please?” you finally whimper.
“good girl,” he beams, sliding his finger inside of you, nice and slow. it’s a stretch for certain, making your mouth fall open in silent rapture. steve drinks you up, afraid to blink and miss something. “so tight, honey. don’t think i’ll ever be able to fuck you.”
you clench around him. “you want to?”
“do you?”
you nod, suffocating.
“yeah?” he says softly, pumping his finger once, twice, in and out of you. “gonna need more space than the car.”
you really aren’t listening. you nod vaguely, trying not to be too needy and roll your hips downwards.
his movements still. “what if i came over tonight?”
now you’re listening. you let your chin fall forward to look at him. “really?”
“yeah.” his hair bobs as he nods, his face turning pink. “get to take my time with you.”
“nancy’s taking me home,” you remind him.
“i’ll come after you’re dropped off. if you want.”
you nod quickly. “mhm. yeah. i do.”
it’s a major loss when he slides his finger out of you, but the sweet kiss he gives you makes up for it.
“clean up,” he says gently. “i’ll be out here.”
your eyes follow his fingers the rest of the night.
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