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oreolesbian · 1 month

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when i said i kin frodo baggins, that did not mean i wanted to face a swarm of fucking spiders on the near daily 🥴

#there is…a nest of spiders in my bedroom #and i want to curl up in a ball and stop existing #bc i literally cannot handle this rn #i have no bravery i just wanna run #random

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diejager · 6 months

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random thought but… stepdad!König fucking reader after finding out they wanna be in a relationship with him and saying “I’m going to marry you” or “I’ll make you mine one day” or smth like that. 🤭 and dbf!Horangi just kinda agreeing with him while sandwiching reader from the back, already having an idea of being the husband’s best friend that fucks his wifey 💝💝💝

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Gah- that pink bow has my heart😵‍💫 cw: smut, STEPCEST, DUB-CON, creampie, sex marathon?, phone sex? Double penetration, p in v, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cheating, marriage, tell me if I missed any.

For a second, he forgot how to breathe, his knees weak and fingers twitching, his cheeks flushed with the joy he felt. Your little confession riled him up, your sweet tears and pout gave him the hardest erection he’d ever lived. Sweet, innocent words that would’ve seemed blasphemous to any other, sounded erotic, making his blood boil and arousal simmer under his skin. It worked through his body with tight and rushing pleasure, pumping blood down to his engorged cock and heavy balls.

“I want you,” sealed the deal, commanding his body to pound you into your bed, make you forget you ever had a life without him - he promised it.

And promised he did, he fucked you all day, pressing you down on your bed, folding you in half as keened loudly. The bed creaked and the wooden headboard slamming into the wall behind it with every rock of his hips, fingers gripping your soft bedsheets and toes curling over his shoulder. You were stuck beneath him until the time he knew your mother would be back, taking every moment he had to watch his cock push in you and back out with a ring of cum and slick around his thick cock.

At first, he took you alone, slamming into your while you mewled out, your sweet sounds reaching the hungry ears of your neighbour on the phone. König had called Horangi in a blur, his mirth infectious, making Horangi happy, chuckling out praises to you and giving his word that he’d come by after his exercise at the gym. Your stepdad kept his friend on the phone, the Korean wearing EarPods during his whole course, working out with his cock throbbing and pushing against his shorts.

An hour in, waking up after you passed out in pleasure, eyes rolled to the back of your head in white pleasure, Horangi made himself home, naked and kneeling between your thighs. You let out a surprised moan, back arching when he drove his tongue inside your twitching hole, his thumb rolling your sensitive clit. He took his take taking you apart, watching you flay and cream all over him, covering is face with slick.

Near delirious and body oversensitive, you felt them push into you, softly alternating between both cocks stuffing your stretched cunt. You were trapped between them, body pushed back and fourth, feeling them fill you up, bottoming out, balls slapping the other man, pulling out to the tip and slamming back in. You bucked your hips, chasing their cocks, nails digging into Horangi’s shoulder, gasping and moaning with your legs spread open by König’s hands.

“I’ll marry you, ja, Schatz?” König growled, pumping you full of cum, womb stuffed full with his and Horangi’s charged load. “Breed you and make you mine.”

“Fuck, I can’t wait to suck your tits,” Horangi couldn’t stop himself from agreeing, mind conjuring every image of your swollen stomach and wobbling walk. “Drink your sweet milk.”

“Do you want that, Schnucki?”

All you could do was nod, throat sore from screaming and body limp in your stepfather’s arms, your eyes were heavy chest puffing with loud, exhausted breaths. You liked their idea, marrying, breeding, becoming theirs, perhaps their delusions finally got to you.

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cowboyfromh3ll · 7 months

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you said to do headcannons right?

can you do sex headcannons for the members of the gang? Only ones you're comfortable with obv. Personally, I don't care much for Micah (I want to set him on fire) so feel free to leave him out if you don't feel like writing for him

But the usual Dutch, John, Javier, Arthur, Charles, and anybody else you feel like are just perfect. I love your writing, so I'm excited to see your take on these

Sex HC Ft. Van Der Linde Gang

(Dutch Van Der Linde, John Marston, Javier Escuella, Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Sean Macguire, Sadie Adler)

I should write for the girls more

Warnings: Smut, duh

Dutch Van Der Linde

He probably loves roleplaying

Pretending he's the outlaw and you're the officer punishing him

But most times he loves being in control of you, thinks it's so attractive when you submit completely to him and become his pliable little servant

Likes it when you wear expensive jewelry and gifts he buys you with nothing else on

Definitely wants you to call him Sir

Says the most poetic and flowery things to you during

Probably enjoys receiving but LOVES giving head. Views it as another way to take control

Quickies with him are non existent. To him, sex and intimacy are an art, and he will take his time with every little detail and aspect of it

Enjoys playful brattiness, definitely a brat tamer

I can see him being into BDSM. Ball gags, leather crops, leashes, blindfolds, etc

John Marston

Super messy, super rough, super desperate

Pussy eating pro. I'm talking mind blowing, back arching, toe curling, sheet gripping head. ALWAYS asks if he can go down on you

Acts like every time you two have sex will be the last

On the contrary though, I feel like he'd be into edging

Also doesn't mind letting you be dominant, he has such submissive energy

Mayhaps a mommy kink, because I can also see him calling you mommy

Would let you tie him up, totally at your mercy

He loses any semblance of shame, will beg, cry, whimper, you name it

Could consent to just about anything, if you tell him to bark he'll bark

Gets carried away when during sex sometimes, just gets absolutely drunk from pleasure

Javier Escuella

Incredibly romantic and passionate

He can fuck, but he can also make love

So much sexual stamina, and makes every time you have sex absolutely unforgettable

Loves to make sure you are as comfortable as possible and feel as though you have enough privacy. Even if it means paying for a hotel, he'll do anything to ensure your comfort

But if you wanna have risky public sex he's more than willing to as well lmao

Holds you and whispers how much he loves you while he thrusts slowly

But if y'all are fucking he'll say the filthiest shit he can conjur up in his mind while thrusting as hard and fast as he can

Slaps and grips anything he can hold onto

Overwhelms all of your senses and stimulates you in multiple ways at once

Loves cumming inside you but if not inside then on your torso or face

Arthur Morgan

Loves putting his whole weight on you when y'all fuck

Just simply pinning you down with the size of him drives him crazy

Is such a gentleman even during sex. Always stops and asks how you are and if you like how he's doing

Insists you don't have to go down on him but secretly loves it when you do

His favorite positions are ones where you're totally helpless like mating presses or locking your arms behind you

Whenever he fucks you from behind he wraps his massive arm around your neck. Idly squeezes down on your neck

Enjoys sex totally naked, makes it feel more intimate exposing yourselves fully to each other

But he loves it if you wear cute outfits for him just so he can take it off you

But he absolutely loves quickies. Complains they're too risky but every time you suggest one he's unbuckling his belt before you can finish your sentence

Definitely does the knee thing

Charles Smith

He is a pure giver. You will always cum at least 3 times or else he won't feel like he did a thorough job.

Will ignore his own aching cock as long as he can see you squirm in ecstasy

Your pleasure is his pleasure

Doesn't care if he doesn't get to cum tbh

Definitely aware of his size and uses it to his advantage if you're into that

Cages you in his arms, holds you down, puts you in choke holds, etc

I feel like he'd be pretty vanilla and you'd be the one to bring kinks to the table if anything. Will honestly do most anything you want if it brings you pleasure

Soft but firm touches, like every touch is done with intent and thought

Type to make out with you for hours without any actual stimulation and be content. Will see you off with the bluest balls.

Lenny Summers

He's still pretty young so I believe his experience would be limited

You two are probably eachother's first everythings, atleast you're his

Probably cums real fast but makes up for it with enthusiam

Will try out so many things with you, the two of you will both bring ideas to the table

Tries to start things off slow but his excitement gets the best of him

SO MUCH communication and talking during (feedback, jokes, etc...)

Very forward with his needs

Asks for hand/blow jobs a lot to blow off some steam

Very fast learner, and probably very risky

I feel like he'd ask to finger you a lot in risky situations

There's been instances where he just forgets foreplay altogether and just wants to go at it

Kieran Duffy

Submissive as hell

Definitely whimpers

Let's you take the lead 99% of the time

Will cum within five minutes max, and it really takes it out of him

Super sensitive literally everything. Touch him anywhere and he's blushing and squirming

Loves it if you wrap your thighs around his head

That being said, enjoys face sitting

Feels reassured when you tell him what to do and help him in the process

Hands roam all over you, it's like he can't fathom that you're a real being that's actually doing this with him

Eyes roll back and his face goes red when he cums. He's super embarassed about it

Micah Bell

SO rough. Drags you into position and commands you to do certain things

Likes slapping, hair pulling, spitting, I feel like he'd even be into piss. All of the above would go both ways for him.

Hate sex with him goes crazy ong. And after arguments? Just fucking all your anger away

Into degrading for sure

Sex is definitely the best emotional release for the both of you without actually hurting eachother

He's into marks. That entails scratches, bites, bruises

Make him bleed, literally beat the shit out of him during sex and he'll let it slide

Sex is a constant battle for dominance

Probably makes you do embarassing things for him like bark

Also puts you in obscene and embarassing positions just for his own pleasure

If anyone ever heard y'all have sex they'd think it sounds more like an argument and a fist fight than love making

Sean Macguire

The goofiest man during sex, not even intentionally either. He'll say the stupidest thing you've ever heard with his whole chest and you'll have to ask if he's serious

"You ready for the Macguire special?"

Loud ass moans, cannot contain them. If you're into public sex you better either prepare to be caught or mentally prepare yourself for the influx of scoldings/questions that'll come later

LOVES playful brattiness or when you want to take control. He's all for it

Has fantasies of being woken up with head

Will do the same for you in return if that's what it takes to enact his fantasies

Also into roleplay but way cornier shit like you're a nurse and he's a patient. Indulges in costumes as well

Drunk sex is the best because it's combining two of his favorite things

Sadie Adler

Also definitely does the knee thing...

Genuinely one of the sweetest and more passionate lovers, and it will translate during sex

Super gentle and passionate

Lot's of "I love you"s exchanged

Never any space between you, your limbs constantly intertwined as you kiss and move against eachother

Either of you can take the role as dom, it doesn't matter to her

Smiles the whole time out of pure adoration for you

Can be super sultry and kinky when the time calls for it though

Not opposed to being a little rougher but I can't see her going too far with that

Thinks you're far too delicate and special to be treated in such a way

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strawberries-and-summer-days · 2 months

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DATING PERCY JACKSON HC'S

paring: percy jackson x athena!fem!reader

warnings: swearing

a/n: this is my first time doing hc's so i decided to get it out of the way! (its scary cause like i don't wanna disappoint 😭) so if you have any tips or anything lemme know!!

you and percy are like the it couple of camp

like seriously when you two finally (key word being finally) got together the entire camp was rejoicing that you two idiots finally admitted your feelings

you were the two most oblivious people on the planet (percy mostly)

but now you're together its no longer stealing glances in secret but openly gazing at the other and getting distracted in the middle of sparring *cough* percy *cough*

its stealing kisses in between activities

curling up in bed with stolen snacks from the camp store and books

BOOKS

percy's battle against your love for your book boyfriends is a constant war...

and when he introduced you to sally via iris message sally LOVED you on sight

you basically spent the entire time talking to her trash talking percy

percy who had a scowl on his face the entire time

you guys are iconic

if the campers were asked to think of their fav couple in the modern world they'd instantly think of you two

percy and y/n, y/n and percy, you're a package deal

you're like the mom and dad of camp honestly

whenever you fight (which isn't often) the campers whisper to each other "mommy and daddy are fighting again"

the campers knowing smirks whenever they see you both leaving a cabin flustered and dishevelled after making out do

ABOSLUTELY NOTHING to stop you both

percy offers to bring you home for christmas knowing your history with a non-existent family

you had excitedly thrown yourself into his arms squealing "yes!"

you had been a ball of nerves for the last few days of camp

when percy brought you home for the holidays you were ecstatic

so was he really

percy being the lovesick puppy he is, basically just followed you around where ever you wanted to go

that included nearly all the bookstores in the area.

you had happily strolled through the store and passing percy every book you wanted saying

"omigoshpercy! look at this cover!" and then scurrying over to the next book "i've been wanting this one forever!"

percy has a shit eating grin on his face the entire time

he's just happy you're happy

sally was overjoyed when you arrived whipping you into a flurry of warm hugs and smiles

you'd honestly never felt more at home

one night you and percy are curled up on the couch under a blanket reading a book with percy muttering how he was clearly much better than this dumbass

who both stay that way for a while, percy occasionally placing kisses on your temple.

that is the night you first say i love you.

when you say it out loud percy's eyes widen and he flips around so he's facing you

"I love you."

now you've never felt more at home

percy thinks of you as a literal goddess

he worships the ground you walk on

and when you said i love you, that practically just cements his obsession with you

when sally walked in on you two to offer you some dinner she smiles when she sees you asleep on percy's shoulder, percy mouths

"what?" so he doesn't wake you up.

"you really like her, don't you?"

percy nods staring adoringly at you. "yeah i kinda do."

a/n pt2: i actually had so much fun making these so let me know if you'd ever want more hc's!!

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #pjo x reader #percy x reader #percy jackson #pjo #emma writes ₊˚⊹⋆

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crushmeeren · 6 months

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Pic credit @ n9c4z on Anime R34

Choso/Fem Reader Drabble

Warnings; cursing, mentions of male masturbation, vaginal sex (Choso loves your pussy), bit of dirty talk, cream pie

Authors Note; I..think I’m becoming a Choso girlie—I needed to write this. Sweet Jesus Mother Mary & Joseph.

Choso is so babygirl coded 🤤

God—fuck, thinking about Choso who becomes unbearably obsessed with your pussy after he gets his dick wet with you for the first time. Choso’s never been so horny in his entire goddamn cursed existence.

Sure, he’s had sex before—it was meaningless. Yeah, he jerks off. Slim fingers wrapped tight around his cock, warm flesh pulsing in his palm as he strokes his shaft up & down—whimpering as he watches himself fuck his own hand.

But with you, it’s all new, different. Now he thinks about your pussy 24/7— just wanting to be inside you. Close to you. Choso loves you.

Choso’s adamant that nothing, fucking nothing, compares to the euphoria that washes over him as your slick pussy hugs his cock just right.

Case in point—warm shivers are currently slithering up his spine, into his brain as he fucks you. Making him want to drool like a damn dog.

He sits back on his calves, leisurely, spreading you open with a tight grip on your thighs. Finger tips digging purple bruises into your flesh.

Pretty whimpers fall from his lips as he’s mesmerized. Sharp eyes admiring the way the folds of your pussy stretch with his cock when he pulls his hips back. Shaft glistening because you’re so slick.

Choso doesn’t even realize his cock is thick. Doesn’t even realize that he’s making you cum until your voice is edging on a sob, or a squeal—or both.

“Choso!” You gasp. “Mm g’nna —ah fuck, mm g’nna cum!”Heading tilting back into the pillow, pussy fluttering, squeezing his pretty dick like a vice. His eyes fall closed briefly before snapping to your face to watch you cum.

Choso’s jaw drops, choking on the moans stuck in his throat. Hips stuttering, eyes wide & blinking wildly as he watches your sweet face flush pink, tiny (compared to him) body beneath him writhing—tits bouncing oh so deliciously.

He whines high pitched—loud, leaning down to lick the hollow of your neck, moaning at the taste of your skin—the way your heart beats viciously beneath his tongue.

Sweat rolls down his temple, his jaw—dripping onto your chest. He does not fucking stop moving his hips. He can’t.

Thick thighs hug his hips, arms wrapped around his neck, tugging his hair—he continues fucking your sweet pussy relentlessly, curling his hips.

“I—fuck, fuck—wanna cum inside you pretty girl, can I?? Please please baby—fuck, ngh!” Choso’s needy whimpers are being ripped from his chest, pressed into the hot skin of your neck.

“Fuck, yes Cho, cum inside me pretty boy.” He’s cumming before he even knows what’s happening.

Choso fucks into you shallowly, roughly, hearing his balls slap lewdly against your ass. He claws at the sheets by your head, canines chomping into the flesh of your shoulder as he lets free a long, low whine—pressing himself all the way into your pussy to the root.

He cums hard. The kind of orgasm that builds up into a water balloon of pressure behind his navel, popping violently—sending warm, gooey pleasure gushing through his limbs.

His dick pulses and he pants hotly against your chest. He eats up the satisfied groan you let out.

You wiggle underneath him, feeling sticky, sweaty, pussy throbbing. Except…Choso’s still rock hard inside you.

“Cho?” You gasp playfully—a bit incredulous that he’s able to stay consistently hard. This is the third round already. Choso raises his head from your chest.

“Can we go again sweet girl?? Pretty pretty please? Pussy feels too good, don’t wanna stop yet.” He pouts, pushing out his lower lip. He leans in, licking along the seam of your mouth teasingly.

And really— you don’t wanna stop either. The way he moves his hips is unholy, cock so thick, so fucking good. You say yes.

Choso’s blood blisters through his veins, sexual appetite not even close to satiated. This time however, Choso wants you face down ass up—he can watch his cock disappear into your pretty pussy even better this way.

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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As You Wish, Part 4 - Eddie Munson x Reader

A collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs 💚

Note: I will never ever ever stop getting excited when someone says they enjoy this series. I’ve become so attached to this gang and I’m glad you all like them as well! You can read part three here.

Summary: Your first taste of domestic bliss with Eddie gets a wrench thrown in it

Warnings: smut, oral m and f receiving, talk of drug abuse, talk of abusive parents and shitty home life

Words: 8.4k

[As You Wish masterlist]

You’ve never been much of a morning person, preferring to drag yourself out of bed and into the kitchen with a hope and a prayer that your coffee will perk you up. People who start their days with a spring in their step and a chipper, “good morning!” are the bane of your existence. If anyone even tries to have a semblance of a conversation with you before the caffeine hits your bloodstream, you instantly dislike them. It’s safe to say that mornings aren’t your thing.

That all changes when you get to start your day with Eddie’s head between your legs.

“Fuck, holy shit!” you cry out, digging your fingers into his messy curls. Your legs rest on his muscular shoulders, trembling with each flicker of his tongue. “Right there, baby. Right there!”

Eddie hums his acknowledgment, sending vibrations shooting up your core. This wasn’t what you’d had in mind when you’d asked him what he wanted for breakfast, but you’re certainly not complaining.

He grips onto your thighs as he laps at your pussy, and you can see him rutting his pelvis against your mattress. A small part of you wants to tell him to just get inside you, but you’re far too content being doted on. Besides, you know he won’t want to come before you do.

You choke out a sob as his nose nudges your clit, and you feel your orgasm start to build. “Almost—s’close, Eddie,” you whimper. Determined to make you feel good, he sucks on the sensitive bud while slipping a thick finger into you, crooking it and making a come-hither motion.

“Yes! I’m coming!” You unravel as the coil in your belly snaps, grinding on Eddie’s face as you finish.

Eddie brings you down from your high, lowering your legs back onto the bed. “I think breakfast is my new favorite meal of the day,” he teases, wiping your slick from his chin. He crawls towards your upper body, pressing his kiss-swollen lips to yours.

“Mmm, my turn,” you say salaciously. “Lay back, handsome.”

You start to tug at the waistband of his pajama pants, nibbling at his stomach before kissing over the love bites.

“Um, sweetheart?” Eddie mumbles sheepishly. “If you do that…well, I’m not like the 20-year-olds anymore. Gonna take me a minute to get hard again.”

“Eddie.” You pull down his pants and boxers, watching as his throbbing cock thwacks against his happy trail. Fuck. “I want you in my mouth. Wanna make you feel so fucking good, just like you do for me, okay?”

“Mhm,” he mewls, hissing in pleasure as you lick from base to tip, swirling your tongue around and collecting his pre-cum.

Wordlessly, you take him into your waiting mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you suck him off. Your dominant hand wraps around the part of him you can’t fit without gagging, and the other cups his balls. Fighting back a grin as he bucks his hips involuntarily because you are making him feel that good.

You bob your head, taking as much of his length as you can. Eddie grips the sheets, swearing and moaning out your name. “Can’t—fuck—hold out any longer,” he manages. “Bend over the fucking bed, shit.”

Releasing him with a soft pop and doing as you’re told, Eddie kneels behind you and grabs onto your waist. “Gonna come on this perfect ass,” he grunts, tugging on his cock. “S’fucking gorgeous. Take my cum, you gorgeous fuckin’ girl.” You feel his hot release spill onto your ass. Eddie’s breathing heavily, a giant smile on his face. “Damn, s’like a work of art.”

“Either take a picture or clean me up,” you say with a giggle.

Eddie’s eyes widen. “Could I…can I take a picture?”

“Polaroid camera is on a hook in the closet,” you tell him.

“Fuck yeah,” Eddie mumbles to himself as he climbs off the bed. Once the camera is secured, Eddie makes his way back to his previous position behind you. “Shit, gonna need a lock box to keep these in,” he muses as he looks through the small lens of the camera. “Nobody gets to see this shit but me.” You start to wiggle your ass, which has Eddie chuckling as he takes a few more shots. “Okay, baby, now I’m coming in with the clean up.” Swiping up his long tossed away boxers, he uses the material to clean his cum from your skin.

Balling up the soiled boxers, he tosses them into your hamper, attempting to recreate a basketball shot. But he misses. “Ah fuck, this is why I didn’t do sports. And cause I hate ‘em. Anyway, what I was gonna say before my mouth was suddenly busy was, how bout I take my girl out to breakfast?”

“That your way of saying you’re tired of my cooking already?” you ask with a giggle. Walking over, you wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck and let your naked body rest up against his. “Cause so far the only meal I’ve cooked for you in this apartment was dinner last night. And between you and the boys, you ate the whole thing!”

“You know us Munson men love you and your cooking,” Eddie says, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

“And you inhaled that casserole like it was your last meal. No, wait. Let me rephrase. You inhaled the casserole like your life depended on me. You ate me like I was your last meal.”

“The thing is, my girl deserves to be taken out. First, she let me devour her, then wore me out with her sinful mouth. Think I need to spoil her some. Plus, I selfishly really want people to see me with the most beautiful girl in the world on my arm.”

“Such a sweet talker,” you say as you trail your hands down his shoulders and settle them on his chest. “I would love to go to breakfast.”

Eddie steals one last kiss before he’s pulling away to get to his suitcase and so you can rifle through your closet. You settle on a pair of jeans and a soft cream sweater that Eddie had complemented once. It was a few months ago, but you still thought of his sweet words whenever you saw the garment. Eddie’s ready to go in his usual black on black on black ensemble. And looking hot while wearing it. Opening the bedroom door, you step out into the hall, Eddie right behind you. A glimpse of Jess in the kitchen catches your attention so you head that way. She’s standing at the counter, chopping something up with a knife—an onion, by the smell of it. But it’s the big, bulky headphones she’s wearing that make you laugh.

You tap on her shoulder, causing her to jump and spin around to face you. The knife is still clutched in her hand, so you take a step back. Shoulders sagging in relief, Jess places the knife back on the counter and takes off the headphones.

“Those new?” you ask. “Never seen them before.”

“Yep,” Jess says, appraising her new purchase. “Went out and got them the morning after I found out Eddie would be staying with us. They have come in very handy. Even just a few minutes ago.” She smirks, your face heating up.

“Your eardrums should be safe for a while,” you assure her. “We’re heading out to get breakfast. Not sure what we’re doing afterwards.”

“No worries. Have fun, you two.” Jess leans back so she can see Eddie where he’s standing in the hallway. “Bye, Eddie!”

“Bye.” He gives her a wave as you come back to join him. Lacing your fingers with his, you grab your keys and head out of the apartment.

You hop into the front seat of Eddie’s truck, buckling your seatbelt and turning on the radio.

“Please, not Billy Joel again,” he begs, pulling onto the road towards Benny’s.

“Oh, of course not.” You bat your eyelashes with feigned innocence, tuning the dial to a Top 40 station.

I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want!

So tell me what you want, what you really really want!

“Nope, no way,” Eddie protests as you increase the volume and start to sing along. “We are not listening to the Spice Girls.”

“Aw, c’mon, baby,” you pout. Truthfully, you’re not the biggest fan of the girl group, but messing with Eddie is too much fun. “You know the words.”

If you wanna be my lover

You gotta get with my friends

Make it last forever

Friendship never ends!

“What the hell does that even mean?” Eddie groans, switching to a station playing AC/DC. “I’m sorry; I love you, but I couldn’t listen to another second of that.”

“Calm down, Grumpy Spice. I like this more, anyway.”

“Good. Shows you’ve got some taste. I mean, after all, you did pick me.” The self-satisfied smirk on his face has you rolling your eyes.

“Oh, we’re not even gonna go there,” you say with a laugh. “Look who you picked the first time around.”

“Well, shit, you got me there.” Eddie laughs along with you as he pulls into a parking space.

The diner is mostly empty, so you get your French Toast and Eddie his waffles fairly quickly.

“These are way better than those frozen Eggos,” he says, pouring syrup on top.

“Y’know you’re supposed to heat them up before you eat them, right?” you giggle, and Eddie flips you off. He steals your cup of juice and takes a large swig of it.

“Payback,” he says.

“Just don’t backwash,” you warn.

Eddie raises his eyebrows as he stares at you. “You’re gonna tell me not to let any of my saliva get into your drink after where my tongue was just an hour ago?”

“Oh…shut up,” you say, because he’s got you. You steal a piece of waffle from his plate just to be a brat.

“You have anything you have to do today?” Eddie asks before shoving too large of a piece into his mouth.

“Nope,” you say. “Okay, well technically, I have to read a few pages in my textbook for class tomorrow, but I can do that before bed.”

“What would you say about coming apartment hunting with me?”

You blink up at him, eyes wide and curious. It makes you look so innocent, Eddie thinks. Maybe this is how he makes you feel when he turns those big cow eyes on you.

“You want me to come with you?” you ask slowly, as if you didn’t understand the question.

“Well, yeah,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “I’m hoping you’re gonna be spending a lot of time there too, ya know. I’d love your input. Now, the real question is…do you think it needs to be a three bedroom? I do. I think if the boys share a room, it’ll be the end of what’s left of my sanity.”

Giggling, you nod your head. “I could see a child’s version of WWE wrestling going on in that room if they’re forced to share.”

“Right,” he affirms. “And I’d prefer to stay out of emergency rooms if possible, so…three bedrooms it is. One for Ryan, one for Luke, and one for…” He trails off, unsure of how to finish that sentence.

You take his hand, stroking the back of it with your thumb. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m totally fine with being a guest until everything gets sorted out. Besides, the kids are going through a lot of changes right now. I think it needs to just be them and their daddy for a little while.”

Eddie brings your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss against the back of it. Traces of syrup from his mouth stick to your skin, but you couldn’t care less. “How did I manage to find the most perfect woman in the world?”

“A little birdie told me you needed a babysitter, and I appeared on your doorstep,” you tease, tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear. “Speaking of which…I think I’m out of a job.”

Eddie crinkles his nose in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not gonna be paid to babysit my boyfriend’s kids!” you laugh. “Is there anyone at their school who needs a babysitter?”

He thinks for a moment. “Steve’s thinking about going back to work now that the kids are older. Take some of the pressure off of Nancy to be the sole breadwinner, y’know?”

“Perfect!” You clap your hands together. “Could you ask him for me?”

“‘Course,” Eddie smiles. “Just promise you won’t fuck him.”

Your eyes widen as tears well up in the corners, your mouth twitching as you try to hold back your hurt. “Wh-what did you just say?” You wince as your voice cracks, giving away your true feelings.

Eddie immediately recognizes that he’s fucked up and reaches for your hands. “Oh, no! Baby, baby, no. I was just kidding.” He stands up and brings his chair to your side of the table so he can sit next to you. “My sweet girl.” He brings your hands up to his mouth and smothers your knuckles in kisses. “I’m sorry, baby. That was just a bad joke. That’s all it was, okay?”

A few tears break through the barricade and slide down your cheeks. Eddie’s quick to wipe them away with his thumbs.

“D-Do you not trust me? You t-think I only wanted you because I’m your babysitter? Is that why you wanted me?”

“Fuck, princess, no.” He pulls you into his arms, but you don’t raise yours to wrap around him. “It was just a shitty joke, I promise. Of course I trust you. I trust you with my life—with my sons’ lives. And I know that’s not what’s between us. It’s not because you were their babysitter. I’m really fucking glad you were though, ‘cause I don’t know how else we would have met.”

Pulling back from him, you nod your head. You believe Eddie. But this wasn’t a sore spot you knew you had until he poked at it. The insecurity of it already has its claws in your heart. “What if Nancy thinks—”

Eddie presses a kiss to your temple. “She won’t,” he says firmly. “If you want, I can arrange a playdate between the kids, and you two can get to know each other better.”

You think about Nancy: poised, confident, beautiful, and intelligent. What would she think of you, a twenty-year-old babysitter who fell in love with a parent she worked for?

“I dunno,” you whisper, feeling yourself deflate. “I don’t want her to hate me, or look down on me.” Or think I’m some kind of homewrecking slut, you think sourly.

“I don’t think anyone could hate you,” Eddie muses, gently rubbing your thigh. “She’ll see how great you are with the kids—not to mention how much I fucking adore you—and you’ll be best friends in no time.”

While you appreciate his enthusiasm, you don’t share it. Still, you agree to give it a try. For Eddie.

Looking at apartments gets off to a rough start. The first place only has two bedrooms, and the second bedroom is basically a glorified closet. The rent at the second place is astronomical, with Eddie nearly choking on his own saliva when the property manager tells him the amount. The third place seemed perfect, until a gigantic roach scurried along the kitchen counter.

“‘M sorry, baby,” Eddie says, stifling a yawn as the two of you climb back into his car. “I thought that last one was gonna be it for sure.”

You feign innocence. “You mean you didn’t want a pet cockroach to keep you company?” He gives you a playful shove, making you giggle.

“Hard pass.” He throws the car in reverse as he backs out of the parking spot, putting his arm around the back of your seat as he checks behind him. Something about it stirs up desire in you, but you know he needs to stay focused. Road head will have to wait.

“How many more places are we looking at today?”

“I think there’s three left on the list. We don’t have to do them all today if you don’t want to, though,” Eddie says as he pulls out onto the main road.

“I don’t mind,” you tell him truthfully. “I kinda like it. I mean, I know I’m not living there, but doing something domestic like this with you is making me really happy.”

Eddie reaches over for your hand and brings it to his lips. He kisses the back a few times, before lowering your joined hands. “Want you by my side for all these kinds of things. Big decisions and shit, ya know?”

“Like a partner?”

“Exactly.”

Partner. The word sends a tingle down your tummy. Yeah, you’ve had boyfriends before. But that’s all they really were. Just someone to spend time with while you’re going to school, not really taking on actual life with one another, just having fun. But this with Eddie? It’s the first real partnership you’ve ever had. It might take a little getting used to since you’ve never been part of a team like this before. But it sounds wonderful to you.

“What’s the address of the next place?” Eddie asks, breaking you out of your head. You scramble through your purse to find the scrap of paper.

“1007 Crane Street,” you read. “I think that’s pretty close to Starcourt, yeah?”

Eddie nods, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Maybe after we check this one out, I can take you to the lingerie store they have there. Treat you to something pretty,” he adds, salaciousness dripping from his tongue.

“Can we focus on finding you a place to live? Jess is gonna burn out those headphones if you stay with us any longer.”

“It’s still early in the day. We can do both,” he reasons. “I think I turn right at this light, yeah?”

“Yes.”

Eddie makes the turn, and the apartment complex is only a few miles up the road. The outside looks nice, dark brown siding giving the buildings the impression of being log cabins. The thicket of trees around the area only adds to the whole campsite vibe. Eddie pulls the truck into a spot right in front of the office and you hop out. With one hand, Eddie pushes the door open for you, with the other, he laces his fingers with yours.

The property manager is a younger man in his late twenties, well-dressed and well-spoken. Even though you’ve both made it abundantly clear that Eddie is the one renting the place, the manager mostly addresses you.

“I’ll let you take a look around,” he says as he leads you to unit 129. “And if you need anything, give me a call.” He slips you his business card and leaves without even shaking Eddie’s hand.

“This place looks perfect,” you muse, waiting for your boyfriend’s response. When you don’t hear anything, you look over to find him with a bemused look on his face. “What?”

“Babe, what do you mean ‘what?’’ Eddie laughs. “He was totally hitting on you!” He wraps his arms around your waist, pressing kisses to the nape of your neck. “Can’t blame him, though. You’re a hot piece of ass.”

You turn around, leaning into him as you hook your fingers through his belt loops. “What do you think, Munson? Can you picture yourself living here?”

“Mhm,” he nods. “I can picture me fucking you on the kitchen counter, and in the bedroom, and in the shower…” He jogs to the door, glancing around the hallway. “How long do you think we have until your secret admirer returns?”

You roll your eyes. “C’mon. Let’s go put a deposit on this place so you can take me to the mall.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

When you step into the lingerie store, your eyes widen at the variety in front of you. Lace, velvet, silk. Bras, panties, teddies, corsets. And all available in an array of colors.

“Holy shit,” you say under your breath. But not quiet enough so that your boyfriend doesn’t hear you.

“What, baby?”

“There’s so much,” you say, gesturing to all the garments around you. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Eddie slips his arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your head as you look over a selection of panties. “Sweetheart, have you never had lingerie before?”

You shake your head as you pick up a pair of black lace panties. “Some sexy bras and underwear, but that’s it. Nothing like…” you trail off as you walk over to a mannequin who looked strapped into some type of bustier. “I wouldn’t even know how to put some of this stuff on.”

“Do you wanna go?” Eddie asks, brow pinching in concern.

“No! I wanna get something. I’m just not sure what. Here, you tell me what you wanna see me in.”

“Anything as long as it’s black. You look so sexy in black. And if you haven’t noticed, I’m partial to the color.” He gestures down to his black t-shirt, black jeans, and black leather jacket.

“Want me to model some stuff for you?” you ask, gazing up at him from underneath your eyelashes and biting on your lower lip.

“Very much so,” he says with a chuckle.

“Okay. Um…you go sit over there, near the dressing rooms, I’ll grab a few things, then we’ll see how they look.”

“Ooh, I love a good surprise,” he murmurs, hooking his fingers through your belt loops and pulling you to his chest. He brushes the pad of his thumb across your lower lip. “Fuck, already getting myself worked up. Go pick something out before I carry you outta here empty-handed.”

You giggle, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Yes, sir,” you tease, but when you watch the color drain from his face, you realize you’ll have to explore that more in the future.

Perusing through the racks of flimsy bras and lace teddies is more overwhelming than you’d imagined. Each time you try to choose one, doubts flood your mind. Will I look good in this? Will Eddie like it? What if he hates it but is too nice to tell me? What if I don’t turn him on? You try to shake the thoughts away, bringing your attention back to the lingerie. After a few moments, you settle on a cupless bra with a matching black thong, a black Spandex bodysuit, and a light pink babydoll piece. The last item isn’t Eddie’s favorite color, but it’ll make you look innocent and corruptible, so you don’t think he’ll mind.

As you head back towards where Eddie’s waiting near the fitting rooms, you hear a tinny giggle coming from a petite blonde woman. She’s got her hand pressed to Eddie’s chest as she says, “Eddie Munson, you’ve still got your charm after all these years.”

Despite your best efforts, you can feel the jealousy swirling inside you. Who the hell is she? And why is she talking to—no, why is she FLIRTING with my boyfriend?!

Eddie shoves his hands deep in his pockets and grins bashfully. “Yeah, that’s what my girl tells me.”

The blonde woman purses her lips, puzzled. “I thought you said that you and Brittany—”

“Oh, we’re completely done,” Eddie tells her. “But I, uh, got myself a girlfriend now.”

“Um, hi,” you pipe up, giving an awkward wave. “I’m the girlfriend.”

The woman puts on a tight smile. “Chrissy,” she introduces herself, hugging a corset to her abdomen. “Well, it was great seeing you again, Eddie. And, uh, nice to meet you,” she offers, scampering off towards the cashier.

“Who was that?” you ask, brow furrowing as your eyes follow the woman’s steps across the store.

“Chrissy Cunningham,” Eddie says, wrapping an arm around your waist. “We went to high school together.”

A quip about that being in the Stone Age dies on your lips as you turn back to face him. The way Eddie’s looking at you has you raising an eyebrow at him. A fond smile is carved on his mouth and his eyes are so soft and gentle that you feel like they could be made of actual chocolate. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I can’t just look at you?” he asks. “You’re beautiful.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you lean forward, in towards his face. “Okay, what do you want?”

Eddie lets out a loud clap of laughter before burying his head in your neck. He presses a few kisses there before remembering what you’ve got in your arms.

“All right, all right, enough wasted time. Get in that dressing room and show me what you’ve got.” He gives your ass a playful swat as you go to move behind the red velvet curtain of the dressing room.

You realize that you were right before. You’re not sure how to properly put some of it on. A cupless bra is exactly what it sounds like; a bra without cups. So why does it feel so odd fitting it right on your body? Part of you is frustrated, but when you catch sight of yourself fumbling with the material in the mirror, you can’t help but let out a little giggle. If you had been told six months ago that you’d be trying on your first real pieces of lingerie for Eddie Munson, you would’ve punched the person for fucking with you. But here you are. And there he is, waiting for you on the other side of the curtain.

Making a few last adjustments to some strategically placed straps, you’re satisfied with how the garment looks on your body. You just hope Eddie feels the same. “Uh, Eds? You can come in now.”

You poke your head out of the curtain and see his face lit up like Time Square on New Years. And he hasn’t even seen your body yet. Stepping back to allow room for your boyfriend, you hold your breath as he breaches the curtain, and his eyes immediately scan over your body. His jaw drops open, making an audible popping noise as his lips part. Large hands come out as if they’re going to grip you, but they freeze halfway between your bodies.

“Holy fucking shit, baby. I mean…holy shit.”

“Very articulate,” you say with a giggle, but his words—or lack thereof—have you blushing. “Okay, let me try on the other ones.”

Eddie’s shaking his head. “Can’t wait that long,” he mutters, glancing down as he stiffens against the zipper of his jeans. “I’ll just buy ‘em all f’you.”

“Are you sure?”

“So fuckin’ sure,” he assures you, eyes never leaving your body as you change back into your clothes. “‘Bout to bust in my shorts like a goddamn teenager.”

You pull your shirt back over your head, bringing your arms through the sleeves. “Can you make it to the car? I can help you out there.” You giggle as he mumbles a Jesus H. Christ, grabbing your selections and bringing them to the register in record time.

Eddie’s practically an Olympic sprinter as he drags you to the car. His long legs leave you tripping over your own feet as he tries to rush you along at his speed. Unlocking the car, he holds your shopping bags in the other hand, and wastes no time tossing them in the back seat. He goes to climb in as well, when you tut and shake your head at him.

“Uh uh,” you say. “Front seat, Mr. Munson.” The name was only intended to be a joke, but when you see him react the second time today to addressing him formally, you’re pretty sure you’ve struck gold.

Eddie quickly slides into the driver’s seat and his fingers fumble over his belt buckle. Cool as a cucumber, you take your time getting in the passenger’s side. Dark brown eyes keep glancing at you when he notices that you’re not undressing.

“Gonna ride me, babe?” he asks. “Cause then you should at least take the jeans off. Kinda hard to fuck you through those.”

“Nope,” you say, popping the “p” sound. “Just start driving.” Eddie looks at you, confusion coloring his face. His jeans are pushed down his hips enough that you can see his cock straining against his green and white boxers. “Just start driving,” you repeat.

The look of confusion only growing on his face, he does as you say. He places his hand on the back of your headrest and turns his body so he can see out the back window as he begins to back the car out of the parking space. His tongue pokes out of his kissable lips in that adorable way he does when he’s focused on something. Which gives you the perfect opportunity. The car is still moving slow enough that you’re sure Eddie won’t cause a wreck while you lean in and pull his cock out of his boxers. The car comes to an abrupt halt as Eddie stomps on the breaks halfway out of the parking spot. Giggling to yourself because you were prepared for the jolt, you don’t lose focus and you move to hover as best you can over his cock. Letting your spit dribble down on to it, you take Eddie’s long, thick cock in your hand and begin to jerk it just the way he likes.

“Fuck, baby. Am I getting road head?” Eddie asks as he manages to get the car going again. The car picks up speed so you know he must be getting ready to exit the parking lot. The car crawls to a stop—presumably at a stop sign—so you lean forward and give the smallest of kitten licks over the head. “Jesus.”

Smiling to yourself, you lean back in and wrap your lips around the reddened head. Swirling your tongue around, the salty taste of his precum stains your tastebuds. You can hear Eddie’s hands sliding over the leather of the steering wheel, and you’re pretty sure it’s from him gripping it even tighter than he was before. His cock grows even harder in your mouth, and you hollow out your cheeks in a feeble attempt to take him all.

“Shit,” he breathes out, feeling your fingers grasp at his base. Despite your best efforts, the angle makes it impossible to get all of his length. “Baby, baby, baby, please.” His leg trembles beneath you, and you bring your head up to speak.

“Stay focused on the road, okay?”

“Easy for you to say,” Eddie grumbles, “you’re not the one getting your dick sucked while trying to drive.”

“Don’t worry, you can suck mine after,” you tease before licking a stripe up his cock. He hisses at the sudden contact. He twitches, signaling that he’s about to finish.

“Can’t–fuck–can’t hold back,” he grunts, bucking his hips up slightly. His foot accidentally presses harder against the gas pedal, propelling him through a red light. You don’t notice that anything’s awry until you hear the sound of a horn blaring just as Eddie starts to come. Thick, hot ropes spurt onto your tongue, and you swallow it just as a police siren whoops loudly.

Eddie groans, using one hand to tuck himself back into his pants. “Baby, sit up,” he nudges you. “Act normal.” Act like you didn’t just have my dick in your mouth, he wants to say, but he keeps it to himself.

“Wh-What’s going on?” you ask, grimacing as you take note of him starting to pull over, the sheriff’s car trailing right behind the truck. “Eddie, what did you do?”

“Me?” he sputters, combing his fingers through his tousled curls.

“Well, you’re the one driving,” you point out unhelpfully.

Chief Hopper steps out of the car, mumbling to himself as he makes his way over to your driver’s side door. Eddie rolls down his window, flashing an apologetic grin at the older man.

“For fuck’s sake,” Hopper grumbles. “I’ve been pulling you over since you were sixteen, Munson. And me pulling you over were some of our better interactions.”

“You still haven’t retired?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows and a playful smile dancing on his lips.

“Listen, kid.” Hop places one hand on the roof of the car and bends down to be on the same level as Eddie. That’s when Hopper’s eyes are drawn to you, sitting in the passenger seat.

“Hi, Chief,” you say, giving him a small wave when all he does is keep looking at you. His eyes dart from you, to Eddie, then back to you. The question “how the fuck do you two know each other?” is basically written across his face in big bold letters.

“What was all that light running business about, huh?” Hopper finally asks, eyes finding Eddie’s face and staying there.

“I hit the wrong pedal,” Eddie says, dropping his hands into his lap. “My foot must’ve slipped or something. I’m sorry, Hop.”

Hopper sighs and rubs across his graying, bushy eyebrows. “Any other day I’d slap you with a ticket. But, uh, I’ve actually got something else for you.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. “Will send over some more of those specialized dice he found?”

“No,” Hop says, but this time he’s avoiding Eddie’s eyes. “Stay here, I’m going to grab it from my truck.”

“Who’s Will? Oh, is the one you were telling me about from your Hellfire Club? The artistic one out in California?” you ask.

“Yeah, he’s Hop’s stepson.”

When Hopper comes back over to the truck, his shoulders look a little more slumped and he sighs as he fiddles with a Manila envelope in his hands. The older man clears his throat before speaking again. “I was actually headed to your place—or the address I was given for where you’re staying right now.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Eddie says, a little confused about the shift in tone coming from Hopper. “I’m staying with my girl here.” Eddie pats your thigh a few times, and when leaves his hand there, you lace your fingers with his.

Hopper nods his head a few times. “I’m real sorry to have to do this, Eddie.” That shocks Eddie most of all, because in the fifteen plus years that Hop and Eddie have had their run-ins with one another, he’s never heard the police chief say that. Or even so much address him as simply “Eddie” and not “Munson.” As if he’s doing it against his will, Hopper forces himself to extend the arm of the hand that’s holding the envelope. Eddie’s brow furrows as he takes it from him. “You’re, um, being served. The custody documents.”

The color drains from Eddie’s face. Begrudgingly, Eddie takes his hand from yours so he can open the envelope and peer in at the court papers. One of the first things that catches his eye on a form is the name Brittany Munson written in bold lettering. The side of Eddie’s mouth curls up in a sneer as he looks at it. He winces at the painful reminder of their shared last name, their shared life. God, I hope she goes back to her maiden name. Eddie thinks. Fuck her. Fuck her for thinking she can take my kids away from me. Fuck her for thinking they’d even want to be with her at all. Fuck her for all the shit she put me through and is now going to act like the victim.

“You okay, baby?”

Your voice breaks him out of his own head. He sniffs as he slides the documents back down and closes the envelope. “M’alright.” All three of you know that’s a lie, though.

“Really wish I’d only given you a ticket,” Hop says, voice full of a grim understanding of Eddie’s circumstance. “If you need anything, you let me know. I may not be able to pull strings with any judges, but I know damn well they’ll take into account what I tell him. And those boys think the world of you. We all know that.”

“Thanks, Hop,” Eddie says, nodding his head at the police chief.

“You take care. Both of you,” Hop says. You give the older man a wave before he’s headed back to his truck. Slowly, you take the envelope from Eddie and lay it in your lap.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask softly. Eddie shakes his head and wipes his nose on the sleeve of his jacket.

“Wanna get home, first. Then I’m gonna fucking lose it.” He puts the truck into gear and pulls back on the road. The speedometer shows you going way past the limit, but you don’t think Hop’s going to particularly care right now.

Eddie barrels into your apartment, throwing the envelope onto the table haphazardly before sinking into the sofa. He covers his face with his hands, but it does nothing to muffle his sobs.

“Worthless piece of shit!” he cries out, slamming a fist into his knee. “Fuck!”

You sit down next to him, letting your thigh brush against his. “Baby, she’s not gonna take the kids from you.”

Eddie looks up at you with red eyes and a tear-stained face. “Not her,” he shakes his head. “Me. I’m a worthless piece of shit.”

You reach out to rub his back, flinching as he pulls away. “What? No, Eddie, you’re not—”

“I am.” His tone is harsh, angry. “I promised myself I’d do better than my old man. Keep my family together no matter what. And now I’m following in his goddamn footsteps!” He stands up suddenly, pacing around the tiny living room. “All I wanted was a family. Mom, dad, kids all under one roof. House with the white picket fence. And I had it; I finally got it. And then I fuckin’ threw it all away.”

“Eddie—”

“My boys,” he continues, “those boys are my life. Everything I’ve ever done has been for them. So that they don’t have to struggle like I did.” His gaze meets yours, and he catches the puzzled expression on your face. “What, did you think I was some kinda trust fund baby like Steve?”

“No,” you murmur. “I mean, I knew you didn’t grow up rich or anything…”

Eddie barks out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s the understatement of the century.” He rubs his nose with the palm of his hand; it’s one of his nervous habits. “I didn’t just grow up not rich, baby. I grew up poor. Food stamps, trailer park, deciding whether to pay the electric or water bill poor.” He gnaws on his lower lip. “And living with my uncle Wayne wasn’t by choice. I mean, I love the guy; he’s the reason I’m not a total scumbag, but he took me in so I wouldn’t become a ward of the state.”

You nod patiently. “Do…do you wanna talk about your parents?”

“Not really,” he replies tersely, “but since I’m spilling my guts, why fuckin’ not.” He inhales, trying to control the vitriol that seeps through his pores. “Addicts. Both of them. Wayne claims my mom was clean before she met my dad, but I have my doubts. I mean, you don’t start shackin’ up with a dopehead if you’re trying to stay on the straight and narrow.

“When I was a kid, my dad was barely around. And if he was, he and my mom were fighting. And not like normal people argue; they’d beat the shit outta each other. I tried to break it up once, when I was six or seven, and my dad threw me to the ground. And when I looked to my mom to help me, you know what she did?”

Your stomach lurches. You know what he’s going to say next, but you can’t seem to brace yourself for the impact.

“Nothing. She did absolutely fucking nothing, because without him, she wouldn’t know where to get her next fix.” Eddie plops back down to the sofa. “One night, they were so high that they put some TV dinners in the oven and left to get more dope. Completely forgot about the food. And me, I guess. Just up and left without a word.

“I was in my room, drawing, when I smelled smoke. Came out to find the kitchen on fire.” He shakes his head at the memory. “I ran outta the house and a neighbor called the fire department. When the cops came and saw that a seven-year-old was home alone—not to mention the needles and burnt spoons strewn around the house—they tracked down my folks and arrested them. Dropped me off at Wayne’s that night.”

You can feel your heart breaking with each word he utters. You’ve never experienced what he has, but you try your best to be comforting. “You’re not your parents, Eddie. You’re not an addict, you’re not negligent, you’re a great father.”

But it’s like he can’t even hear you. “That woman you met at the lingerie store? Chrissy?”

“…yeah?”

“You know how I know her?” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“Did you two date?” you guess, but he just laughs in response.

“Nah.” He waves off the idea as an impossibility, like he isn’t the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. “She used to buy from me.”

“Buy?”

“Drugs,” he fills in. “I sold drugs in high school to make ends meet. Not the real hard shit like my parents used, but weed and E and K.” His wet brown eyes bore holes through yours. “I saw my parents struggle every goddamn day with addiction, and I still went and sold drugs.”

“You were just trying to survive,” you protest.

“Yeah, well, I could’ve been a cashier at Melvald’s and survived there,” he rebuts, and you don’t have a response to that. “Brittany was on the cheerleading squad with Chrissy, and she tagged along during a deal. That’s, uh, how we met.”

Brittany obviously isn’t your favorite subject to discuss, but Eddie clearly needs to get this off of his chest, so you nod and wait for him to continue.

“She was the first girl I ever loved. First girl I’d ever been with.” A tinge of pink creeps across his cheeks. “I thought love was two people who tolerate each other’s flaws. And we never raised a hand to each other, so that was a step up.” The joke falls flat, and he clears his throat awkwardly. “You probably don’t wanna hear about this.”

“‘S’okay,” you murmur, placing your palm over his fingers, which are anxiously toying with the tears in his jeans.

“No, it’s not.” He stands up suddenly, walking towards your room. “I always fuckin’ do this!”

“Do what?” you ask, trailing behind him. “Babe, what are you talking about?”

“I should go,” he mumbles, shoving his clothes into the duffel bag. “This is…this is a lot, and you don’t need to be wrapped up in my bullshit…”

You grab his hands in your own. “Hey. Look at me.” Your tone is kind but fierce, and it works. You can feel his breathing start to slow to a normal rhythm, rather than the frantic panting he was getting worked up to. “I love you, Eddie. I love everything about you. I get…I get not being proud of your past. But you’re Eddie now. Incredible dad to the sweetest boys, amazing friend, and the best boyfriend in the entire world.”

“You’re just saying that,” he mutters, but you can see the hint of a smile tugging on his lips.

“I mean every word.”

Eddie blinks back more tears. “I never want Ryan or Luke to do what I did. Never want them to even be in that position.”

“They won’t,” you assure him. “We’re gonna do everything we can to get them in your custody, okay?”

“What if…” his voice catches in his throat. “What if they’re better off with her?”

“Eddie,” you say, a huff of unamused laughter catching you off guard. “Did you hear what you just said? You really think they’d be better with Brittany? Who doesn’t even know the name of their school? Who doesn’t care about them one fraction of the amount that you do?”

“I know,” Eddie groans, rubbing his hands over his face. The sigh he lets out sounds so tired and worn out.

“The best place in the world for those boys is with you. I don’t have a single doubt in my mind about that. And deep down, you know it, too.” You rest your hands against his chest and make sure he’s looking you in the eye before you continue. “Everybody who knows you and who knows those boys can advocate that you are who they should be with. That you should get full custody. Who’ll be on Brittany’s side, her sister? The kids have told me she’s crazy, anyway.”

Eddie can’t help but chuckle at that as he nods his head. “Yeah, we never liked her.”

“They belong with you. And tonight, you belong with me. You’re not going anywhere. Okay?”

Releasing a long sigh, Eddie leans forward and rests his forehead against yours. “Okay.”

“Think of the good things that are happening. You found a new apartment today. That you can decorate however you want. With minimal input from your girlfriend.” You give him a wink to let him know you’re teasing him. “And the boys are going to be so excited to make their rooms look cool. Imagine their little faces when their dad helps them create their dream rooms.

“Oh, and where else did we go today? Wasn’t there this store we went to where you bought something for me?” You tap a finger against your chin, playfully scrunching up your face as if you’re in deep thought. “Ah, that’s right. My boyfriend bought me some sexy lingerie to wear for him. I’m excited. I’ve never worn lingerie for a guy before. I wanna get fucked in it.”

“Believe me, you will,” Eddie says, the small smile growing a little wider on his face.

“And, hey,” you say, reaching up to cup his tear-stained face in your hands. “You can talk to me about anything, okay? We’re partners now, baby. That’s the deal. Your parents, Brittany, all of it.” You slide your hands from his face to wrap around his neck. “Like, I didn’t know that Brittany was the only girl you’d been with before me. Thought sexy teenage Eddie Munson would’ve had to beat the girls away with a stick. Guitar player? Mmm, how did you not have a line of girls vying for your attention.”

Eddie lets out a bark of self-deprecating laughter. “Oh, sweetheart. You could not be farther from the truth.”

“Their loss,” you say with a shrug. “How about Chrissy? You ever have a thing for her?”

“Really, babe?” Eddie asks with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow at you.

“What? I’ll tell you about the very small number of guys that have been in my life before you. Get you all worked up and jealous,” you say with a giggle. “Then put on that babydoll I picked out—that only you ever get to see me in.”

“I may have had a small crush on Chrissy at one time, yes,” Eddie admits, his hands settling on your hips. “She was with this douche Jason who liked to give me shit. They got married, actually. Ha! And just got divorced, she told me in the store this afternoon. Hope she takes all of his clothes and money and shit.”

“She didn’t seem too pleased that I’m your girlfriend,” you say, tilting your head to the side.

“I don’t give a fuck what she thinks about you being my girlfriend. I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about you being my girlfriend. You make me happier than I ever thought I could be.”

“Is it because I gave you road head?” you ask with a smirk.

“Yes,” Eddie says with a laugh. “It’s because you gave me road head. Do you care what people will think about you being my girlfriend?”

“I do,” you say. “I care about what two wonderful little boys will think about it. I know they like me. I just hope they’ll like me as their daddy’s girlfriend.”

“If they still like you after you made them eat Brussels sprouts that one time, I think it’s safe to say they’ll always adore you.”

“Good. Because I love them,” you say.

“Now,” Eddie says, pulling your body flush up against his. “About these guys you’ve been with before me…”

Giggling, you roll your eyes at him. “Okay, come on. If we’re having this discussion and subsequent lingerie fuck fest, we better get going so we don’t traumatize Jess too much when she gets home.”

You push Eddie in the direction of your bed before going over to your bedroom door. Peeking out into the living room, you see the Manila envelope with the custody documents still on the table. Closing the door, you officially put it out of your sight. Let it stay there for the night. That can be dealt with tomorrow. Tonight—after a brief period of telling Eddie about your previous trysts—you’re going to make your boyfriend forget everything except for how to scream out your name.

Climbing on top of him, you trail kisses down his neck, feeling his body relax beneath yours. His hand lays on the small of your back.

“Baby?” His voice is so small that you can barely hear it. “Could we just…would it be okay if I just held you for a bit?”

“Of course.” You slither off of him and onto the bed, resting your head on his chest. He hiccups softly, and you feel a tear drip off of his chin and onto your face.

“‘M sorry,” he murmurs, sniffling as he tries to stop crying, but you just stretch up and kiss the tears away.

“Don’t apologize,” you tell him, giving his waist a tight squeeze. “I’m not going anywhere. We can stay like this all day if you want.”

He nods, stubble scratching at your forehead. “I love you so fucking much.” He presses his lips to your scalp, intending to hold you to your promise of holding each other forever.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #older!eddie #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fic #AYW #AYWS

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nightmarevore · 11 months

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I Get A Craving and I Wake Up For You

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Once again, Luke belongs to me, Rowan to @wonderful-bellies !

Luke and Rowan Deal with the aftermath.

Word count: 1,127

“He’s just a complicated individual.” Luke’s voice insists. He’s wrapped up in a blanket, legs curling up against him. There’s a mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of him, and the freckle-faced man scrunches his nose out of frustration.

“Luke, he swore at you. Told you to fuck off.” His neighbor replies. Oliver, his loyal friend, as always.

“He was just upset. I upset him by trying to get him to talk to me.” Luke shakes his head, insistent.

“Dude.” The annoyance that seeps through Oliver’s voice is all too obvious. “You’ve always had a terrible taste in men, what makes this guy any different?”

Luke’s nose scrunches at the last comment, and he shakes his head as his eyebrows furrow.

“I do not have a terrible taste in men!” He retorts defensively.

“Oh my god, do I need to remind you of Terry, the high school’s football Quarterback?” Oliver responds, rolling his eyes. At this, Luke’s face flushes a deep red, nearly the color of a freshly ripe tomato. His eyes are wide as he inhales sharply.

“Shut up, shut up! That was…. a different time, shut up!” The size shifter stammers, looking away and nearly laying down on the couch he sat on.

Oliver laughs at him, taking a moment to enjoy the redness in his neighbor’s face. After a moment, he clears his throat.

“Seriously, though. Why are you so insistent with him?” Oliver finally asks.

“Oh… Well… Uh… You see… He’s….” Luke pauses, sits up, and fiddles with the blanket that he’s wrapped in. “You know what a predator is? The human kind. They eat people. Need to eat people.”

“Uh huh….”

“Well, um… On that hike I said I was taking him, he… I guess he needed to eat then, so he ate me. Like, full size. He didn’t wait for me to shrink down. And, uh… We got lost. For a few hours. Almost the whole day. He… Kept me in there for a very long time, and I liked it. It was nice, it was comfortable. I’ve… been thinking about it ever since, and I haven’t been able to sleep because of it.” Luke is squeezing the fabric in his hands nervously, balling it in his fists, avoiding Oliver’s gaze. His voice is quick and gentle as he speaks, beyond anxious and more about the topic at hand. His face is red, and tears gently swell up in his eyes. “He keeps talking about how it ‘didn’t happen’ and yelling at me about it. He ate me again, this time when I was small, and it was just so nice, I finally fell asleep! But he still won’t… I dunno. I’m just being pushy, I think. I just think he needs to take care of himself, he’s gonna starve if he doesn’t eat properly.”

Oliver’s face is still as he listens to Luke’s words, taking in all of this information. Presently, he has no idea how to process any of this. Oliver is aware that predators exist, but for the roommate that Luke just so happens to be crushing on being one? On top of him being obsessed with the idea? He knows Luke. He knows that when he has his mind set on something, he’s not going to stop until he’s satisfied. He’s pushy, and it can be charming at times. It just seems like this roommate of his may not be tolerant of his stubbornness.

“He sounds like a dick, Luke.” Oliver finally responds plainly.

Luke winces at this. It’s like a hot rusty knife stabs into his middle and twists. It hurts. It burns.

“Ollie, I really don’t need to hear this right now.” Luke’s voice is pained, his eyes closed. He looks visibly upset, and it’s clear to Oliver that he went too far.

“… You're right. I’m sorry. I just don’t want him hurting you.”

“I get it.” Luke begins, his voice soft. “But I just… I dunno. I wanna make this work, y’know? He’s different. He said… He said I tasted nice. Like a cherry. There’s something really endearing about that.”

Luke sounds serious and full of emotion. He looks inspired, determined, and like nothing is going to stop him or change his mind. Oliver still thinks that this Rowan person is a dick, and he’s going to punch him if he hurts Luke, but… Oliver sighs.

“You know you’re always safe in my apartment. If you need a break from him, like now, I’m here for you.” The orange-haired man finally responds.

“Thanks, Ollie.” Luke smiles, picking his mug back up and taking a sip.

. . .

At work, Rowan’s stomach growls. He’s hungry again. Getting a couple tastes of his roommate led to being obsessed with eating him, and that’s not normal. He sits at the desk of his workspace, staring at the same cameras that cover every nook and cranny of the mall he works at. The idea alone that he has to rely on eating people makes Rowan’s skin crawl. He hates the fact that he’s a predator, and he wishes he wasn’t one. There’s a way out of this, he thinks. He just has to ride it out.

Despite it all, he imagines the flavor of Luke on his tongue. The feeling of his roommate curled up inside his belly. Letting out a breath and feeling the warm embrace of being full. Feeling like Luke belongs in there, that he should be inside him always. A subtle flutter within his core as Luke shifts inside his stomach. The giddiness it brings, the smile he felt across his lips.

Luke’s gentle, green eyes staring at him most curiously, leaving the predator with thoughts of grabbing him and shoving him down his gullet, into the darkness of his very being.

WHY didn’t pushing Luke away work? Why must he suffer like this? Should he just pack up and move away again? He can’t, not with how expensive the move was. So why is he so obsessed with the idea of holding Luke so close to him?

If… if he just… let himself eat Luke again, would that be so bad?

Rowan’s growling stomach pulls him out of his mind, and drool falls from his lips. The man wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, shaking his head and furiously closing his eyes.

Of course eating Luke would be bad. He can’t force his estranged roommate into a situation like that. No matter how much it hurts. Perhaps he should simply go out into town and bribe someone to eat. It’s a lot less troublesome than eating his roommate and facing the consequences.

Rowan pinches the bridge of his nose.

This is going to be a long day.

#I Get a Craving and I Wake Up For You #size on the side #luke #rowan #sots #vore writing #vore story #mentions of vore #( not depicted but daydreamed about )#rowan continues to pine over luke #local idiot doesn't understand what a crush is #sorry for the shorter chapter!#fluff chapter #soft vore #vore mention #male pred

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kzmeru · 1 year

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you give your love to me this way

─ warning(s) ; mentions of familial problems, insecurities and slight self-deprecation

author’s note ; hai :3 i wrote this as a vent kinda(?) felt silly tbh i swear im okay :> i just need my silly izumi to comfort me until the day i die bc

Sleeping at night had always been difficult, especially while living in a loud household. Your nights were spent burying your face into the pile of pillows, your headphones on max volume, anything to keep the noise out.

For nth time of the week, they were yelling at each other, again. Holding back tears, you stared up at the ceiling, completely unable to do anything to stop your parents from arguing, nor did you even have the energy to.

Silent cried occupied the dark room, before your phone lit up and started to buzz.

"What the hell…" You groaned, wiping your tears away as you grabbed your phone from the bedside table. As you saw the contact name, your eyes eventually lit up.

"Hello? [Name]— are you crying?" Quickly picking up the phone, it was expected that Izumi, no other than your boyfriend would be able to tell that you weren't feeling the best. "Ah… was it not the best time to call?" He sighs, with a hint of worry in his tone.

Wiping your tears with your sleeve, you immediately denied it, laughing nervously as Izumi stayed silent.

"Wait there." Was all he said before he hung up and left you hanging.

The yelling had stopped, but their argument and the words they had said during it was something that you couldn’t forget. Maybe, just maybe, it was all my fault. You thought.

Pulling your legs against your body, you curled up into a ball and sat in silence. "Maybe if I wasn't born, they wouldn't be fighting…" You whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. No, I shouldn’t even exist in the first place.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Izumi?" You deadpanned, opening your window as you saw your lover outside. Your boyfriend, who had climbed up the window like you're in a cliché romance novel.

Izumi huffed, dropping a bag on your bed. "You're crying." He says, his eyes refusing to leave your figure as he examined you. "Stop crying. I don't wanna hear you cry." Despite the harsh comment, the concern in Izumi's tone was still audible.

"What’s in the bag?" You asked, slightly salty about his previous remark. Grabbing the bag and ripping it open, inside was full of snacks, canned drinks and a note. "…" Your lips suddenly curled into a teasing smile.

"Don’t you dare say anything. It was just a coincidence that I was by a store while I was walking over to your house." He grumbled, plopping himself down on your bed and tightly hugged your pillow. "…Feel free to talk. I'll be listening."

#enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x y/n #ensemble stars x you #enstars #enstars x y/n #enstars x you #izumi sena #izumi x reader #izumi sena x reader #izumi sena x y/n #izumi sena x you

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undergrounddweller89 · 3 months

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Morning Routine

For @holdyhope

Post the game and Kale didn't die and Chai and Kale live together.

Their morning routine heh depending on their mood can be frisky, slow caresses, bodies entwined until they reach a moment of bliss.

But this morning the mood is sweet tender as Chai curls up to him , Kale can't help but play with the soft brown hair that tickles his nose.

"Come on now Chai, you know we have to get up today."

"Don't wanna...do we have to?"

Kale listened to Chai's whining, it was adorable really as Chai snuggled up closer to him, he himself didn't want to get up he was too comfortable and cursed that jobs existed.

"We do, I know I don't want to....how was it you put it...ah...yes, I don't want to Adult either, but alas we must."

Kale chuckled, brushing back Chai's hair and kissing his forehead, Chai looked up at him pouting with puppy eyes

"Put that bottom lip away before I bite it."

"Promise?"

Chai replied playfully, even though his eyes were still half closed from sleep.

Kale gave him a playful nip which had Chai squealing and blushing.

"Alright I'm getting up."

Kale didn't see Chai move at all.

"You're not moving though."

Chai looked at him with an eyebrow raised and a smile

Kale blinked and then scoffed

"Behave young man and get ready , we both have things to do today."

"We could do each other."

The younger man purred placing a hand on his chest.

Kale took him by the wrist and rolled them over

"Stop trying to get out of work by tempting me, I've purposely turned off my sensation receptors , because we know damn well I wouldn't be able to resist you and the things you do to me."

Kale chuckled leaning down and kissing him , slow and soft.

"I thought you said you couldn't feel anything?"

Chai's answered , cheeks flushed, having Kale on top of him like this was driving him crazy.

"Are you sure we can't just..."

Kale smirked

"I'll make an exception for you , you can take care of me later after work."

He purred against his ear , nipping at it, as a hand slipped under Chai's bed shirt ,his claws traced over Chai's chest , tinking lightly against the glass and across his belly down lower.

"Will you take care of me after work?"

Chai nodded , reaching up to touch his lover to hold his face and stroke his chest, he smiled , realising Kale was straight up lying he'd only turn everything off down below, the flushed cheeks gave him away but he wouldn't argue it as his lover caressed him so intimately.

(okay There's a little bit of spice shush)

After a few minutes Chai was curled up and holding onto Kale, whimpering and breathless.

Kale sampled the prize in his hand only to wipe the rest on Chai's shirt.

"Would you look at that you're all dirty now you have to get out of bed."

Chai rolled his eyes and laughed

"Love you to Kale."

Pulling his shirt off he was about to throw it on the floor

"Ah ah, we have a hamper in the bathroom, the floor is not your floordrobe or the dirty laundry basket."

Chai couldn't help but huff

"Fiiiiine."

As Kale sat on the edge of the bed , Chai took his chance to cling onto his back like a koala. A hand playing with Kale's hair and gently kissing the back of his neck

"Carry me?"

Kale looked across the room , the bathroom was adjoining, he shook his head a little and let him do as he pleased...damn it he was too soft on him.

"My own personal stallion."

Chai teased

"Say that again and I'll open my back panels and drop you."

Kale retorted.

"You wouldn't."

Kale scrubbed his face with a hand and laughed affectionately at Chai's response.

"I don't know, I might... alright now off my back and sit down on the toilet seat, you always splash."

Chai climbed down and made an offended sound at Kale's remark

"No I don't."

Kale who was getting his tooth brush looked at him with a raised brow and Chai felt like a guilty puppy.... because yes he did.

"Alright, alright, I'm sitting."

Parking his ass on the loo he balled up the shirt he still had aiming it for the hamper

"He shoots, he scores!"

Kale who was currently brushing his teeth just rolled his eyes smiling, damn it Chai was so fucking stupid cute , he needed to brush his teeth or he'd get cavities from how adorable he was.

After they freshened up in the bathroom.

Kale was dressing in his usual suit, purposely not facing Chai, he hadn't told him this but he liked being surprised by what random shirt his Lil Rockstar would put on, he wished he had half the confidence Chai did to just wear whatever he wanted.

"Hey Kale, where's my red scarf?"

"Behind the headboard after you used it to tie me up last night."

Kale bit his bottom lip at that, Chai was surprisingly good with knots

"Yeah that was funny, despite you being tied up I was still bottom."

Kale turned about to reply when he saw Chai ass up in the air , of course it was flat as a side walk, but it was still Chai's and well....he silently crept up behind him , he just couldn't resist, and spanked him, laughing at the squeal Chai let out

"You can get mad, it was worth it."

Chai smirked , wiggling his hips invitingly

"What if I said, harder Daddy?"

"Behave, I'll go make coffee you finish getting ready."

Chai moved to his knees on the bed and adjusted Kale's tie, pulling him in gently for a sweet kiss

"Alright, you know how I like my glace."

"Yes, more sugar than actual coffee."

Kale's hands slid around Chai's body holding him close, maybe he needed to kiss him just a little more, just a little deeper, eyes closed and tasting him, claws lightly pressing into his skin, Chai was temptation in itself to him, his resolve would crumble if he didn't let go.

"You gonna make your 'world famous' waffles this morning ?"

Kale asked hopefully, nuzzling Chai's cheek and neck and placing a kiss against his ear.

"Absolutely, busy day we're gonna need them."

Vandelay ruffled Chai's hair and reluctantly let him go

"Be out in five minutes then."

"Yes Master Vandelay, anything to service you."

Chai answered, his voice seductive and that playful little wave had Kale nearly walk back from the door and rip off the one item of clothing Chai was wearing.

Kale looked at him making a whining frustrated sound , stomped his foot and walked off.

Not five minutes later Chai came strolling out, not even wearing his scarf, he had a pair of blue jeans on , but ....he was wearing one if Kale's shirts half tucked in, tie loosely tied and one of his jackets with the sleeves rolled up.

Kale stared and stared, before pulling out a handkerchief and stabbing the dribble of blood coming from his nose.

"Damn it Chai you really are trying to get out of work this morning aren't you."

"I mean I could spend it under your desk."

"Chaaaai stop it."

Chai felt shivers go down his spine at the growl in Kale's voice, oh the things it did to him.

"Alright, alright I'll make the waffles and I'll be a good boy."

Kale inhaled slowly, he was not going to give into temptation no. Not again, this wasn't going to be their morning routine of Chai flirting with him into being late.

Another twenty minutes and Chai was plating up waffles , he'd been singing and shaking his hips to the song on the radio and Kale had watched him the entire time, trying to take his mind off of it , talking a out work , the weather.

Chai set Kale's breakfast down , golden brown waffles with a cinnamon and a scoop of ice cream, something Chai made when Kale was going to have an especially busy day.

With sliced strawberries.

Kale still marveled that Chai could cook but words like proposition were lost on him....

"There you go big guy, waffles with love."

Chai smiled warmly, kissing his cheek.

That was it , that was what did it, words of love with Chai's charm that Chai didn't even realise he had.

He could excuse why both of them were late.

Pulling Chai on his lap and kissing him he smiled, know what.

This was a wonderful morning routine.

#kale x chai #chai x kale #morning routine #suggestive content #kisses #hi fi rush #little bit spicy #cute things

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decolonize-the-left · 1 year

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I think... I think humans were not meant to be bombarded by this consistent stream of bad news and awful things and I think it's added to our collective exhaustion because we all feel like we're Always just dealing with something or just dealt with it

and then something else happens

and it's like you have to care about everything equally all the time or you're a shitty person because Everything is falling apart and Everything sucks for Everyone right now and they all Equally deserve help and attention

and at that point it feels like a personal duty to care/do soemthing because yeah they Do deserve better that's true, but just thinking about having to carry all of that myself makes me want to curl into a fucking ball and pretend I don't exist.

And I think once we are done being so fucking incapacitated with Task and Cause Paralysis we'll actually have the energy for that kind of thing. We can be Actually helpful.

Reminder also: it's not by mistake they are passing child labor laws, removing roe v wade, attacking natives, and coming for queer people while we feel this way and are too poor to risk anything to stop it. It's not a coincidence at all.

This is the time for the far-right to strike so that's what they're doing.

If we wanna strike back we have to beat their depressing propaganda campaign. And a good place to start (and I mean this in the least boomer way possible) is less screen time.

I think we should throw our cellphones into a fire and go back to landline and calling and hanging out IRL instead of texting, panicking about our ever decreasing right to digital privacy, being blasted with scary news, and coping about the FBI agent in our phone by making jokes and doom scrolling.

That isn't productive. It's a freeze response. It's what you do as a deer in headlights. But we aren't deer and there are no headlights.

So what's our next move, besties?

Cuz we can't just Keep letting this happen, it's time to fuck up the game they're playing

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randalsgrave · 8 months

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Sweetness and Light: Part Seven

Got nothing to say, other than schoolwork is the biggest time-suck in existence. Oh, and hold onto your butts - after this part things are going to get REAL interesting REAL fast. This is a long time in the making and I'm so excited for the stuff that comes after it ;)

Bob takes a gamble.

BobxFemale!OC. F/C: Kacey Rohl

Word count: 5.2K

WARNINGS: colorful language; not beta-read (we die like men)

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“What are your thoughts on aquariums?”

It’s Wednesday, and the question comes on the way to the schoolhouse at seven in the morning. At first, it’s innocent and innocuous, enough for Katie to reply and not give much thought to it.

That all changes when Bob asks his follow-up question.

“Would you wanna come with me to one on Saturday?”

After the events of last weekend, things are different between the two of them. Katie’s still not sure what exactly it is, but something has shifted and the pull towards Bob is only getting stronger. Part of her wants nothing to do with it, wants desperately to cling to the ‘capable single female’ persona she’s worked hard at and not let feelings interfere with her goals. Few things torpedo aspirations faster than emotional connection, and with everything she’s already been through, Katie is hard-pressed to let them affect her. Very, very hard-pressed.

And yet… another part of her is curious. The pull is compelling, and perhaps against her better judgment, she wants to see what might be in store for her - hell, the both of them.

So, Katie agrees, with a hesitant but smiling ‘sure’ that has Bob grinning like he just won the lottery. The whole thing is enough to raise an eyebrow at, sure, but nothing to worry about, right?

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Of course, it isn’t until Saturday rolls around that Katie realizes that, oh shit, this is a lot more serious than she might’ve thought.

She knows she’s in trouble when it takes her well over a half-hour to decide on what she’s wearing. Outfits that she normally wouldn’t give a second thought to are all of a sudden not good enough, or convey too much of one thing and not enough of another. Comfy old t-shirt and jean shorts? Way too casual. Linen button-down and a crop top? Nope. Leggings and Birkenstocks? Absolutely not. Each outfit proves more unworthy than the last, and it’s all Katie can do not to curl up in a ball and scream. If things are already this nerve-wracking, what’s the rest of the day going to be like for her?

Eventually, she manages to settle on an outfit, opting for a light gray t-shirt, mom jeans, and a well-loved pair of sage-colored sneakers, but then… Should I opt for jewelry? It all looks kinda’ plain without it - but what if it looks like I’m trying too hard? Oh my god, this can’t be happening…

One moment later and Katie is donning a pair of small gold hoops, but it’s not without its fair share of anxious butterflies. This is so stupid, she thinks. No one is going to care how much or how little effort she puts into what she’s wearing. And why should they? It’s not a big deal. It’s literally just another hangout with Bob, no different from the countless others they’ve had over the last few weeks.

Only it’s not, not by a long shot.

Sure, the hangout on Saturday was casual, easy, devoid of any sort of emotional tension - about as far away from a date as a person could possibly get. But then Sunday happened, and now everything is suddenly a mess of confusion, complicated emotions, and unanswered questions. Today’s hangout is different. After last weekend, this one now feels an awful lot like a real, no-shit date - and as much as she hates to admit it, it freaks Katie out. Whether it’s because she’s out of practice and refuses to admit it, or because it involves Bob and there is something pulling the two of them together, her heart is pounding frantically in her ribcage, and for a while, she’s not sure how to make it stop.

She ruminates on the current state she’s in while she fiddles with her hair in the bathroom, fingers twisting it up, pulling it down, twisting it up, pulling it down. Most likely she’s the only one freaking out here, and if that’s the case then she needs to stop. She doesn’t need to be making Bob feel weird because she can’t regulate her emotions - but god, if only she knew where she stood with him. It would make dealing with her feelings - and her nerves - so much easier.

She heaves a heavy sigh, pulls some of her hair back into a low half-pony. It doesn’t matter. They’re friends, and good ones, at that. That should certainly be enough for Katie - and for the most part, it is.

Still, the ‘more’s’, the what-if’s… they nag at her, make her wonder and ponder and panic, because what if?

“Oh for fuck’s sake - enough,” she hisses at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. “You’re going to an aquarium with a good friend of yours; that is all you’re doing today. You’re not getting married, you’re not pledging eternity with him, you’re not making a long-term dating pact - you are going to a fucking aquarium.” She closes her eyes, breathes deep, musters up more courage for herself. “You may have feelings for him, but you don’t have to let them complicate things. Just… don’t make it weird. Please don’t make it weird.”

Don’t make it weird, because I can’t bear the thought of losing him like that.

Katie heaves a long sigh, tucks a strand of loose hair behind one ear - and smiles at her reflection in the mirror, almost bravely. She looks nice - and that’s what she’s going to focus on. That, and just enjoying the day. There’s no telling how today’s going to go (if it’s even going to go in any direction), but she’s not about to let her nerves, or her feelings, or the fear of the unknown, or anything compromise today. She can do this. This’ll be no sweat.

Hopefully.

***

Bob Floyd is certain he’s going to have a heart attack today.

For the last five minutes, he’s been fighting the urge to pace back and forth across the lobby, something that - for whatever reason - his brain is telling him is critical for his survival today. Not that it would do him a lot of good. If anything, it would probably worsen the anxiety gnawing at him.

It had been such a good idea on Wednesday, inviting Katie to tag along with him to the Birch Aquarium over the weekend. They’d been spending so much time together already; inviting her to come along had been a no-brainer.

Of course, only now does Bob realize that maybe this isn’t such a great idea. After the events of this past Sunday, something is different. There’s something going on between the two of them, and while Bob can’t necessarily put his finger on what it is, he knows it’s there, and it’s making him nervous. He shouldn’t be doing this right now. He should be laying low, trying to figure out what’s going on, and trying to make an appropriate plan of action.

And yet, here he is, sticking to his plans with his hands clasped and a tight but pleasant smile on his face. Of course, whether or not he’s an idiot for it remains to be seen.

He doesn’t wait very long for Katie. He’s leaning forward, stretching his legs when she appears in his line of sight, dressed casually with her dark hair half down and spilling softly over her shoulders. That’s new, he thinks - Bob can’t recall a time recently that Katie’s worn her hair down… or a time ever, for that matter. It’s…

Pretty.

It’s on the tip of his tongue to tell her that she looks nice, that he likes seeing her with her hair down, but he doesn’t. He can’t. The words stick miserably and stubbornly in his throat.

If only things were easy.

He stands and smiles, still tight but gradually loosening. “Ready?”

Katie nods, trails behind him out of the Navy Lodge and into the parking lot. “What’s the plan for today?”

“Well,” he says as he jangles his keys in one hand, “I was thinking we grab something for lunch before we head over. After that, just… wander around the aquarium and hang out, I guess.”

“Sounds good to me… What’re you thinking for lunch?”

“Chinese food sound good to you? I’ve had a craving for chili dumplings and mapo tofu lately.”

“Ooh, I’d be down for some dumplings. Let’s do it.”

“Sweet.” They clamber into Bob’s car, Katie seated somewhat primly in the passenger seat, Bob settled behind the driver’s wheel, his hands flexing in nervous anticipation. Keep it calm, guy, he tells himself sternly as he turns the key in the ignition and starts the car up. There’s no telling what’s gonna happen today, but right now, you’re just getting lunch with her. That’s it. Just keep it calm.

He swings out of the parking lot, steers them off-base and onto the freeway, fingers gently tapping the steering wheel in time with his music. Not much is said between the two of them; they’re each lost in their own heads - and even if they weren’t, what’s there to say right now?

Of course, Bob can only hope that this is the limit of it all. He’s not sure how he’ll get through the afternoon if they wind up not speaking to each other the whole time.

About twenty minutes later, the two of them are seated inside a small Chinese restaurant, one couple out of three occupying the space. It’s much quieter here than Harry’s Coffee Shop was last weekend, not to mention more subdued and serious. Bob can’t help the thought that his choice of lunch spot might not have been the right one today. Then again, Bob’s convinced that every decision he’s made for today has been a wrong one, but such is the nature of anxiety. Logically, he knows that this is not true - but to his annoyance, the thought persists.

Save for some small talk in between bites of food, they spend almost the whole meal in silence. Bob’s head is a whirl of thoughts and questions as he eats, eyes carefully watching the woman sitting across from him. In some ways it feels like the lunch they had the first time they met. However, unlike the first time they met, Bob knows Katie now, has spent considerable time with her and learned things about her. He doesn’t need to guess if she likes being around him, or wonder if they have anything in common or if she’s just humoring him - at least, until now he hasn’t needed to. The fact that he suddenly feels like he does leaves a pit in his stomach, a large one.

Did things really change that drastically between them last weekend?

“So why the aquarium?” Katie asks out of nowhere. It’s nearly the end of the meal, and not including the moments of small talk, it’s the first time she’s spoken to Bob since they left the lodge. “Got something planned or are you just a big fan of sea life?”

Bob shrugs before spooning the last of his mapo tofu into his mouth. “I guess it’s the second one. Uh” - c’mon Floyd, keep it together - “I’ve been going to aquariums since I was a kid, and, well… I like checking out the ones I haven’t been to before. Y’know?”

“That’s fair. God… I honestly can’t remember the last time I went to an aquarium…”

Bob’s not entirely sure how to respond to that, but he manages a partial smile. “Well, hopefully you like the one we’re going to. Birch Aquarium’s supposed to be really nice.” Christ - maybe this is more like the day they met than he thought; he can’t remember any other time their conversations have been this stiff and awkward. God, I hope it doesn’t stay this way.

They finish their lunch quietly, then head back out to Bob’s car and crawl their way through downtown San Diego to the aquarium. When they get there, it’s packed, pulsing with the energy of young children out with their families for the weekend. Bob, though initially taken aback (if not a bit overwhelmed) at the chaotic busyness of the place, finds himself relieved at its presence. His interactions with Katie have been far more enjoyable and relaxed in places like this, where the noise and energy are good distractions from the thoughts racing through his head. They take up enough of his time and attention as it is. All he wants right now is to enjoy his day out with Katie.

“Looks like all of San Diego decided today was a good day to head to the aquarium,” Katie quips wryly after they buy their tickets, right as a gang of children whizzes by them in a shriek of laughter.

Bob chuckles. “Sure does. You’re okay with the crowds and kids, right? I probably should’ve asked before we got here, but uh…”

“Oh yeah, I’m good. Honestly it’s a good thing there are a ton of kids here on the weekend; I’d be kinda’ concerned if there weren’t.”

“Fair enough… So… Whaddaya wanna look at first?”

Katie looks over at Bob with a grin on her face, her gaze landing on his in a way that makes his heart stutter, just the tiniest bit. “You’re the aquarium guy here,” she replies amusedly. “I’ll let you lead the way.”

“Okay… Hope y’know that means we’re looking at everything then.”

“Buy me a snack halfway through and it’ll be no problem,” Katie snarks.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

They venture into the first of many exhibits, a large atrium with penguins on display, which fly off the rock shelf and shoot through the water, their speed and precision almost reminiscent of the jets they fly around in. Then, it’s on to the next atrium, a room full of sharks and stingrays and “other big beasties,” as Katie calls them, swimming languidly in their never-ending loops and figure-eights. About an hour later, it’s the seadragons and seahorses exhibit, followed by the tide pools, a peek into the oddities area, and - as promised - a small snack for Katie.

Speaking of Katie… She’s still quiet, but not the awkward, conversation-devoid kind she was at lunch. In here, she’s studiously quiet, eyes and attention intently focused on the sea life swimming before her, lips curled up in a permanent, happy smile.

How wonderful it is when she smiles, Bob thinks.

Of course, her smile is even bigger and brighter when they make their way into the coral reef exhibit and the world explodes into aquatic color. Fish of all kinds peek through the crevices, flashing across the glass before darting out of sight once more. At the sight of them, Katie’s eyes practically sparkle.

“The coral reef tanks were always my favorite,” she says, voice warm and filled with fondness. “I didn’t really do the whole aquarium thing much, but anytime I did, this was always my favorite part.”

“Mine too. Well, that and the open ocean tanks. I like watching the shoals.”

She’s watching a yellow tang swim to and fro in rapt interest when he says it. “...The shoals?”

“Yeah, the uh… the big groups of fish that kind of… move as one, I guess? Like they do this kind of tornado or helix movement in the water-”

“Oh, those things!” Katie exclaims. “I love watching those. It’s kind of like watching fish ballet. D’yknow if we can see them here?”

“Y’know, I’m not sure. Lemme look at a map real quick.” Bob pulls a twice-folded map from his back jeans pocket, scans it for signs of the exhibit in question. Unfortunately for them, this aquarium doesn’t seem to have one, something of a mild disappointment for Bob (and Katie too, if the slightly crestfallen look on her face is any indication). He does, however, notice something else that might be of interest. “Any interest in checking out the kelp forest? It’s a couple rooms over. If this map’s any indicator it’s also the biggest one here.”

“I’m down. Let’s do it.”

They make their way through the winding hall of tropical reefs and brilliant fish, past families and oohing-aahing gangs of children, into an area that grows darker and darker until, suddenly…

Katie gasps when they find themselves walking into a blue-tinged atrium with easily the largest tank either of them has ever seen. Bob’s not that far off, releasing a long, low whistle at the sight before him. This is unlike anything he’s seen before - and he’s been to a lot of aquariums in his lifetime.

“This might’ve just become my new favorite part. God, look at this…” Katie positions herself front and center before the tank, blue eyes bright and glittering in the low light of the room. “I love it.”

By some miracle, it’s quiet in the exhibit room. No families or massive groups of kids and teenagers, no yelling and shrieking, no buzz of conversation - just Bob, Katie, and the massive kelp forest before them. Peace at last, and the beauty is theirs alone to enjoy. And oh, it really is beautiful. Fish of all kinds drift languidly amongst the leaves, riding the currents that rock them gently from one side to the other. Light shimmers down into the water and filters through the kelp, scattering soft shards of gold through the otherwise blue exhibit room. And the bright, crystalline blue radiating out from the tank softens, then fades into the darkness of the room it’s contained within. It is… otherworldly.

“Have you ever seen something so beautiful?” Katie breathes, utterly mesmerized by the view before her.

It is, it absolutely is - and yet Bob can’t bring himself to care about it. His focus is on one thing and one thing only: the woman standing beside him. Katie is already pretty to begin with, but in here? She’s ethereal. The soft wave of her hair down her back, the blue light of the water on her face, the gleam of awe and fascination in her eyes…

Bob would be lying if he said he didn’t have feelings for Katie Garland - strong feelings. Hell, it wouldn’t be much of a stretch to say that he’s in love with her. He’s been in love with her, ever since the day they went hiking together at Pyles Peak. He may not have been entirely sure of those feelings before, but in here, in this room, after four weeks of morning coffee and classes and quiet (and not-so-quiet) moments together, he realizes two things - just how sure he is of his feelings, and equally how screwed he is.

Surely there has to be a way to tell her.

That’s the thing, though. There is a way, and Bob knows it - but it involves physical contact, and Bob’s not sure if that’s a gamble he should take. He’s lucky enough just to be friends with Katie; the thought of doing something that might compromise that friendship, that might push her away from him… It scares him. It scares the living shit out of him. After everything they’ve been through and done together in the last five weeks, it would be the worst damn thing to lose her like that.

So why does the thought persist?

He breathes deep, watches a leopard shark glide past him. What he’s thinking of doing is risky - really risky, and if there is one thing that Bob doesn’t like doing, it’s taking risks. As a WSO, he can’t afford to take them; he needs to be sharp and on the money at all times, needs to know everything about everything and all their little in-betweens. Anything less than that will get him burned, and badly. He can’t take risks. He just can’t.

But he also knows that if he doesn’t do this, he’s going to regret it for the rest of his life.

Now or never, Bob. Now or never.

Bob breathes, mumbles to himself, resigned but resolute - “Fuck it.”

And then he does the unthinkable: he reaches over, turns Katie gently towards him with his hand on her cheek, and leans in.

He feels her go stiff beneath him the instant he kisses her, and for a second, it’s all Bob can do not to panic, because oh fuck, fuck fuck fucking fuck, did he miscalculate the whole thing?

But then, another second passes, and just when Bob thinks he’s destroyed this relationship beyond all recognition, Katie leans into him and returns the kiss, and…

It’s as if the world just disappears around them. In seconds, the only thing that exists, the only thing that matters, is the feeling of her lips on his own, and suddenly Bob’s almost mad that he didn’t think to do this sooner. They’re soft, warm, gentle - her, in every way possible. It’s as close to a dream come true as Bob thinks he’s gotten in a while.

When Katie finally pulls away, there’s no missing the blown-out appearance of her eyes, nor the way her chest stutters as she breathes. Surprised? Taken aback? Boy, both of those would be a hell of an understatement.

“Well,” she says quietly. “That certainly changes things, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, um… I guess it does.” Bob’s heart is racing, pounding in his chest as he watches emotions and the most miniscule of expressions fleet across Katie’s face. What is she thinking right now? Hopefully not that I’m a creep. The anxiety of all this might actually kill him.

But, if there’s one thing that the smile that blooms on Katie’s face makes clear, it’s that she’s not angry or upset. In fact, as she slips her hand into his, Bob realizes that she’s quite the opposite. It’s all he can do not to heave a sigh of utter relief.

Risk calculation: successful. Very successful.

“So… We gonna check out the rest of the aquarium or what?”

Bob blinks. “Hm?”

“I mean, you did say something about looking at everything earlier - unless you’ve changed your mind and just wanna stare at me holding your hand now…”

Heat floods Bob’s cheeks as he realizes that he has, in fact, been staring at Katie’s fingers interlaced with his own for far longer than he probably should. Smooth, Floyd. Real smooth.

He smiles sheepishly at her. “Sorry. I’m just… I’m kind of in awe right now.”

“Yeah?”

“Pretty girl like you returns a kiss I give her, and wants to hold my hand?” His bottom lip curls up and he nods, underscoring the point he’s trying to make. “Yeah, I’d say I’m in awe.”

“Keep saying things like that and I might give you another one,” Katie jokes, eyes twinkling.

Oh, I’d be the damn luckiest man if you did.

“C’mon.” She squeezes his hand, draws him closer to her. “We’ve got more fish to look at.”

Bob doesn’t even try to subdue the grin that splits across his face. He leaves it there for all the world to see, big, bright, and utterly filled with joy. This is quite possibly the best day of his life.

He’s never been so goddamn happy to have taken a risk.

***

Not once does Katie let go of Bob’s hand the rest of the time they’re at the aquarium. She’s certain that if she does, she’s going to float away, drift off on a current of pure euphoria.

Or shock. Especially shock.

Katie may be all smiles and laughs and bright eyes, but inside she’s a mess, a shaking, heart-pounding, slack-jawed mess. Bob Floyd kissed her. Bob fucking Floyd kissed her. She might’ve had the tiniest inkling that something was going to happen (after last weekend, how could she not?), but still…

Color her fucking surprised.

Is she, though? Is she really that surprised that something happened?

Or is she more surprised that Bob beat her to it?

Because truth be told, she had been contemplating doing the same thing to him back in the kelp forest exhibit.

In hindsight, for as compelled as she was to do it, Katie doubts she would’ve been able to; her body had turned to lead and her feet had rooted themselves to the floor the moment they’d set foot in the exhibit room. No amount of resolve, bravery, or desire could’ve overcome that. No… In hindsight, Katie’s relieved that Bob acted first. No doubt he was just as nervous as she was, but… he did it. And she’s never been so glad for it.

Now, here they are, one kiss later, holding hands and strolling shoulder to shoulder, wandering ‘round the aquarium as if they’re the only two people in existence… And what a grand feeling it is. It feels…

Right.

Hours go by - hours that feel like minutes. By the time they stop to think about it, it’s almost 1700 and closing time. They’re being all but herded out of the aquarium by staff, but they manage to convince someone to let them poke around the gift shop for five minutes. “In and out,” Bob tells them. “Promise.”

Sure enough, he makes good on his promise, doing one quick orbit around the gift shop before confidently picking out a t-shirt and a baseball cap. “You planning on getting anything?” Bob asks Katie as he’s making his way to the front to pay.

“Eh, I thought about it, but probably not.”

“Good.” He pays for his things, folds up and tucks the t-shirt under one arm before turning and handing the baseball cap to Katie. “This is for you. New gear to wear next time you go hiking.”

The cap is dusty blue, emblazoned with ‘Birch Aquarium’ in white block lettering with a shark below it - nice and simple, definitely something she’d get for herself. Hell, she’d looked at it and considered buying it before making up her mind not to. Bob must have noticed her looking at it, because he’d plucked it out of the dozens of other hats on display without a second thought. For him to do that…

Katie has never had anybody do that for her before.

Her words are quiet as she takes the cap and attaches it to the strap of her purse. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, but…” He smiles. “Seemed like a good way to wrap up a nice day.”

This man. Good god.

She feels the blush creeping across her face at his words, and on instinct, she ducks her head away - only to have her face turned back towards him.

“You don’t have to do that, y’know. It’s cute when you blush.”

Forget blushing. Scarlet rips across Katie’s face at that comment.

“Jesus Bob,” she hisses with a giggle, “didn’t realize you were trying to kill me in public here.” She slips her hand into his, and pulls him out of the gift shop and the aquarium before anyone else has a chance to see how thoroughly red-faced he has her.

And Bob? Bob laughs the entire way out.

A few more hours later, they’re back at the Navy Lodge, bellies full after an impromptu dinner at In n’ Out, smiles on their faces after all kinds of conversation and not-so-subtle flirting. The day might not have started out as a date, but it did eventually turn into one, and Katie has to admit, after everything that’s happened today, she’s really fucking glad it did. No doubt Bob’s on the same page, she thinks briefly.

They make it a point not to hold hands or have any sort of physical contact when they walk through the lobby and ride the elevator up to the third floor; they’re in new territory and need time to figure out how exactly to tread in it. That, and god forbid Fanboy or someone else in their class turns a corner and sees them doing that. There would be no end to the sly comments and innuendo from the others.

But that doesn’t mean that they don’t hover as close to each other as humanly possible.

Bob escorts Katie back to her room in relative silence, hand near the small of her back, body turned just the tiniest bit towards hers. He radiates warmth and it’s all Katie can do not to curl into him.

“I know I took you by surprise earlier, but I hope you didn’t mind,” he says quietly when they arrive back at her room and she unlocks the door.

Katie shakes her head. “Not at all.” When she tells Bob why, she’s certain she sees small stars fly across his eyes.

“Man, my luck’s been real good to me lately… Would you, uh, want to meet up and do something tomorrow? I’m not sure what yet, but, uh… something.”

Oh Bob, do you even have to ask at this point?

“I’d love that.” She’ll happily do anything with Bob if it means getting to spend time with him in this capacity from now on. She likes this - what they have, whatever it is. She likes it a lot.

Bob says nothing - simply smiles at Katie, nods his head once. He then turns to leave and head back to his room, but before he’s even taken a step, Katie’s hand around his wrist stops him, draws him back to her. Not yet, you.

“Wait - is there anyone in the hall?”

“Uh” - Bob leans back, swings his head from one side to the other - “no, there isn’t, wha…”

Katie says nothing. She glances down the hall to her left, then to her right - then raises up on her tiptoes and presses her lips to Bob’s, right palm cupping his jaw, fingertips curling gently into the soft blond hair on the back of his head. It’s a short, simple kiss, barely three seconds long, but it reaffirms the one they shared earlier in the afternoon, the one that changed… well, everything.

She gives him one more, just for good measure, then steps back. “There,” she beams. “Now that’s how you wrap up a nice day.”

Bob says nothing; he simply stands there, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Katie, who has to cover her mouth with one hand to stifle her laughter. If she had known that initiating a kiss was all it would take to short-circuit Bob, she would’ve done it a lot sooner.

When he’s able to collect himself a moment later, he coughs. “S’pose that’s fair payback for the comment I made earlier,” he mumbles sheepishly.

“Yeah, I’d say so.” Her laughter soon dies away and her face softens. There’s one last thing she needs to say before they end things for the night. “Today was probably the nicest time I’ve had with someone in a long time.”

A pause - a long one. “...Really?”

Katie nods. “Yeah.”

Another pause. Then… A smile, the brightest, sweetest one he’s given her yet. “I’m glad.”

If a smile could send her straight to heaven, this one absolutely would.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Bob,” Katie all but whispers.

He reaches out, gives her hand a single squeeze, then turns and strolls off down the hall, steps light and springing. It’s the last thing she sees before she closes the door and heads straight to her bed, ready to fall onto it in a mess of giggles and happy, dopey smiles.

Of course, the last thing she sees has nothing on the last thing she hears - a single hissed “Yes!” from the farthest end of the hallway, a restrained cry of triumph.

She laughs, curls herself around a pillow. That, right there. That is her favorite part of today.

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i went to bed instead of watching abaab and i woke up and im ✨sick✨

its not the plague but i have a sore throat and im really congested and i feel like a dump truck ran over me and poured all the bin juices in my brain, but its fine cos im here, im queer, and threezo are near

CONTENT WARNING: if youve seen this episode, youll be aware that there will be discussions of rape, sexual assault, and pedophilia. if any of these topics are triggering for you, please take the measures you require to stay safe, and please call emergency services if you require help, and talk to someone you trust. remember: you are not alone, and there will always be people who love and care for you, but you havent yet met some of them. stay safe everyone, i love you

i cannot for the life of me remember how the last episode ended so its lucky that they have little summaries at the starts of episodes cos otherwise id have no clue whats going on

OH YEAH THOOP WAS ARRESTED

hang on, dont they still need to go to work?

i cant remember what day it is and what they were doing before cher got that phone call but still

dang it ive already had a cup of tea today but i think i need another one

THREEZO HELLO (ft jack's luscious hair on the side there)

THREEZO ARE SO SWEET WHY ARE YOUR FACES LIKE THAT JACK AND TUB

okay, yeah, fair

HE IS HAPPY

HIS HAIR IS FLUFFY AND HE IS HAPPY

GREHJKDFGKJRB

aww

AWWWHHHH

awhh thoop is cryinggg

bro is in desperate need of a hug

IM GONNA CRYYYY

i love deep platonic bonds

especially when its found family

fnjgbhfbvhfb

**gasp** despicable!

HELLO THREEZOOOOO

hes so prettyyyy

and hes also so prettyyyyyy

GJKRTBNFDHKJRG I LOVE THEM

am i crying? yes.

im crying a lot

i love threezo so much

the grip these two have on my mental health and sanity--

have i rewatched this scene four times? yeah. do i now kinda just wanna curl into a ball and sob for a day or two? yeah. unfortunately i have to keep watching the episode

okay so its literally like six hours later now, ive tried having two naps, ive had three cups of tea today, as much medicine as i can have, and the sickness has done nothing but get worse which is just so fun but the only reason i wasnt watching abaab is bc i was trying to sleep and that's just not happening so im continuing the episode now

the commentary is gonna be very little tho btw bc im having trouble making coherent thoughts through all the conjestion clogging my brain

the way they smile at each other is so 🥺🥹

im TRYING--

sorry, last week i couldnt stop talking about the freaking pomegranate i was eating, today i cant stop talking about how sick i am, ill try and shut up about it and just watch the episode lol

SCREW THAT GUY

VAFFANCULO

I HATE HIM

I HATE HIM SO MUCH

idk much about the mother

BUT THE STEPFATHER CAN GO SHOVE A PIGNA UP HIS CULO

look, i hate cops and law enforcement

but i even more hate thoop's stepfather

and law enforcement, unfortunately, have a lot of power, but thats fortunate in this situation bc they can force him to shut up which is nice

oh, wouldya look at that. i was right.

im not happy about it. its freaking horrible. and its even worse that it happens every day in every single country and state and city and suburb and yet nothing is being done about it.

um. yeah. thats all i can think of to say.

SHE HAD TO PUT UP WITH IT FOR THREE YEARS???

holy hell thats freaking disgusting

i hate this so much. not that they included this in the show, im really glad they included it because it's freaking disgusting and not talked about enough, especially in mainstream media and stuff. i just freaking hate that rape exists and people have to put up with it every single freaking day of their freaking lives, and NOTHING is happening to fix this freaking disgusting issue

this episode is a lot heavier than i was expecting and idk if anything im saying makes any sense because im too sick for this and the things that happened are making me even more sick

HUZZAH, I WAS RIGHT

AND THIS TIME ITS A GOOD FEELING THAT IM RIGHT

HES NOT HOMOPHOBIC

HUZZAH, HUZZAH, PRAISE OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR JACK'S ALMIGHTY FLUFFY BEAUTIFUL HAIR

sobbing, i cant do this, theyre too sweet

AH SHOOT, I JUST REALISED IVE BARELY DRANK ANY WATER TODAY

as per usual, your hair is on fleek today, my friend

he's angry at laem, but his hair is perfection

the perfect way to get someone to shut up: shove food in their mouth as fast as possible (im using this at some point) (also how the hell is his hair so pretty i love his hair too much. i think i always spend more time talking about jack's hair than i do talking about the actual episode)

gun's mother has such a sweet sounding voice but her words sting like poison, jeez

OH HELL YES ITS THIS PART

IVE SEEN SCREENSHOTS

side note: look at three and zo's knees pressed together gjfngjbhfgbh

HEYYY GUYS

ITS SO FUNNY

WHAT ARE THEY DOING WATCHING SIMM

wait so. bad buddy exists as a series inside the msp universe. simm exists as a series inside the abaab universe. what's next??

the frame changed suddenly, kluen was looking down slightly earlier and now he's looking right in nuea's eyes (yes i had to include jack's hair in the screenshot, so what?)

side note: i love all of jack's ear piercings (and his hair) so much

(ive now used all my 30 photos for this post so you just have to deal with that. on the bright side, the final photo was of jack's beautiful face and beautiful earrings and beautiful HAIR)

i love this friend group so much, theyre all just sitting in a circle in their gaming chairs supporting cher as much as possible in their own little ways and its so sweet and so happy and gfbhbrhgb

ignore your bfs phone calls only to show up at his house with food

AWWW, THE WAY HE JUST PULLS HIM INTO A WORRIED HUG AS SOON AS HIS HANDS ARE EMPTY- I LOVE THEMMMM

"promise me no matter what happens, we will fight it together" RGHBKRDFHGKRBDFHB

AWWWW TEHY KISSSSS

"(talking to himself) if your mum knows about this, she will hit you to death, cher" "know about what?" "she gave me only one heart and i gave it all to you" "youre as cheesy as i am" IM DYING WHAT THE HELL THEYRE SO SWEET

BRO CHILL

CALM DOWN

I DONT NEED TO SEE THIS

I MEAN LIKE GOOD FOR THEM

BUT WHY DO WE NEED SUCH A LONG SHOT OF GUN'S BARE ABS

theyre so soft with each other what the hell

"i just want to hear it from your mouth-" AND CHER CUTS HIM OFF WITH THE SOFTEST KISS EVER??? (well, not ever. no one can ever kiss as softly or lovingly as freaking akk, but that's neither here nor there) THAT ONE TINY MOMENT IS GONNA PLAY IN MY HEAD FOR AGES NOW OMG

keep the pants on please guys

oh thank goodness they finished the episode before it got to that, i appreciate that

anyway THAT WAS SO SWEET GBFHGBFHBHG

im desperately hoping that next episode will be mostly fluffy happiness bc i cant take much more of this seriousness, especially not if my sickness persists (which i really hope it doesnt, id love to be functioning this week)

um yeah. that was that. i hope you enjoyed that? sorry for all my ramblings about being sick, i just really hate being sick.

once again, i hope youre all safe and healthy, if you're not, i hope you can find a safe space and people you trust, please contact someone who can help you if you need it. i love you all, have a great week :]

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magniloquent-raven · 1 year

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i love feeling nauseous cuz i haven't eaten but i dont wanna eat because i feel nauseous but not eating makes my anxiety worse which makes the nausea worse and then i kinda just want to curl up into a ball and stop existing for a while

#i'll be fine in like an hour i stg everything just sucks right now

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classic-caldwell-moment · 1 year

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This takes place in the universe/timeline where everyones self inserts exist together, specifically the route where Aiden kills Hakon, leading to the death of Aide, by @apolloaiden, and their Crane, and possibly leading to the death of Ender/J, by @thatguyender. Enjoy :)

Title: "Over The Edge."

Category: Angst, pure angst, seriously this is fucked up.

Warnings: Child death, panic attacks, blood, injury, death in general.

Summary: Aiden isn't the good guy he seems to think he is.

The small, dark haired child stood under an awning as the rain fell, it felt like the only comfort he had recently, flicking open the small pocket knife he borrowed from his Pa as he watched, flick, snap, flick, snap, repetitive and soothing, no mistakes- "Lee? Hey, Kid! I haven't seen you in a while!", the child almost dropped the weapon, coughing hard as he caught spit in the back of his throat, "Pilgrim?!" he wheezed weakly, looking up at the awning nervously, Aiden peered over it with a smile, bright blue eyes meeting dark jade ones, "How are you doing?" the man asked, pulling away from his hanging position to swing his legs down and leap onto the ground where Lee stood.

"I'm- Am fine." the kid muttered, squeezing the pocket knife hard in his palms, "That's good to hear.", Lee didn't respond or even look at Aiden, beginning to side step away from the Pilgrim cautiously, "It's getting pretty late! Do you- Uh, want me to take you home?" Aiden smiled at the boy who he had just now noticed was further away than when he last looked, "I can get home mahself." Lee responded, his voice in a slight quiver, the man's brows furrowed and he began to copy the childs side stepping motions with a chuckle, "Are you sure? We can make a stop at the Fish Eye on the way back to Old Villador-", "Ah don't think you're allowed there- Anymore." the kids interruption came out in a whisper, Aiden paused and began processing slowly.

He hesitantly reached for the child, Lee's body tensed up and he stumbled out of the man's grasp, "Lee? Kid, listen. You know I'd never hurt you right? It's- Lee, it's complicated." Aiden spoke confidently, Lee's eyes were wide and full of slight fear as he backed away ever so slightly, "I- Ah don't...Believe you." he responded swiftly, Aiden looked hurt, wincing at the words as his hands balled into fists, "I needed to do what I did, you're too young to grasp that." Aiden reaffirmed, the child breathed heavily and suddenly bolted, digging his hands into the brick wall and sprawling up to the awning, then the rooftop, "Lee?! Lee- Kid." the Pilgrim yelled after him, Lee continued running, gasping for air and almost slipping on the wet ground a few times, "LEE, PL- Please don't run from me. You're being reckless!" Aiden's shouting sounded worried and frantic, "LEAVE ME ALONE- YOU KILLED THEM. YOU-" the boy dove behind a roof fixture and curled into himself, clasping his free hand over his mouth, flicking open the pocket knife with his other, flick, no snap.

"Lee? Kid, I killed them, yes. But, I did the right thing! You're- You'll understand this eventually. I swear.", the childs fingers dug into the side of his cheek, breathing shakily, hoping the rain would mask any sounds that escaped his clammy palm, footsteps getting closer, "Just let me take you home, please.", Lee looked to his side and saw Aiden leaning around the roof fixture, a creepy and unsettling motion that made his heart drop, blue eyes fixated on him, "GET AWAY- FROM ME- GET A- GE-" Lee gasped for air between his shouting, his chest and throat felt tight and he threateningly held his weapon in front of him, those blue eyes widened and Aiden stepped fully before him, hands held out cautiously; "Lee. Drop it. Please." he murmured, stepping towards the kid, who was still stumbling backwards, too close to the edge, too close.

Aiden dove for him, grabbing the boys hoodie and scooping him up, "NO- NO! NO! NO! PLEASE- I DON'T WANT TO DIE- PLEASE, AH DON'T WANNA DIE!" the child screamed, pure fear in his tone, Aiden fought to keep Lee in his grip, determined to take him home, do the right thing, take the right st- A sharp pain in his shoulder caused him to drop the kid, "FUCK-" he breathed shakily, realising it was the pocket knife, lodged into his skin like a splinter, Lee sprawled backwards on his hands across the wet ground, he was crying, heaving sobs that shook his body, "JUST GO AWAY- JUST GO AWAY." he wailed, he was getting too close to the edge, Aiden couldn't move, gripping the knife in his shoulder and watching Lee's movements with wide eyes, those small hands slipped over the rooftops edge, over the edge, over the roof.

And it was over, suddenly, swiftly, Aiden breathed out shakily and pulled the knife from his skin, he didn't dare move, staring at the ledge where Lee fell from, there hadn't even been a sound, he didn't even scream, Aiden's heart pounded in his ears and he slowly stepped backwards, he needed to leave- He needed to leave! And, so he did.

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