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[samkerrworshipper]

cockblocked | sam kerr x reader

warnings: smut, strap ons, vibrators, cunnilingus (minors dni 18+)

light arsenal women x reader, just teasing fluff n fucking that you’ve all been desperate for xoxo

You’d been desperate for Sam all day. You’d woken up this morning with Sam’s lips on your neck, one of your favourite ways to wake up. Normally those events would lead to sleepy, morning sex which was always your favourite way to wake up, Sam had let her hand graze your pantyline, before withdrawing completely and leaving the warmth of your bed. You’d been annoyed, slightly hot and bothered and not at all happy with Emma Hayes for scheduling an 8am training.

You’d considered getting yourself off, dealing with the pool of wetness between your legs on your own, but you knew Sam would be disapproving of that method. So you’d forced yourself out of bed, taken a very cold shower that had done nothing to silence the sinful thoughts on your mind. Afterwards you’d thrown on some activewear and gone for your morning run, trying to distract yourself from the way that your body was on fire with the desire of being reunited with your girlfriend.

Today was your day off, generally on your days off you would still go into the Arsenal gym, get in some recovery or a light workout. Just as you’d gotten back from your run a message had gone off in your Arsenal group chat. The groupchat consisted of you Leah, Lia, Steph, Katie, Beth, Kim, Viv and Caitlin. The text was from Katie, asking if you were home and if you wanted company. You didn’t feel up for company, you felt like waiting on your couch, in Sam’s favourite set of lingerie, patiently awaiting the return of your girlfriend. You especially didn’t feel like entertaining your very energetic and annoying teammates, who you loved to death but did not feel up to dealing with. But you couldn’t tell them that, so you’d sent a thumbs up emoji and a text saying that anybody was welcome from 2pm onwards.

It had taken a lot of effort on your own behalf to get reshowered and redressed, something that you had not had in your cards for today. You’d managed though, even with the seemingly never ending dirty thoughts of your girlfriend that plagued your mind, you’d even managed to clean up your house and lay some snacks out on your dining table before people started to trail into your house.

It wasn’t uncommon for the team to congregate in your house a few times a week, Sam and you lived the closest to the Arsenal training ground, whilst also staying fairly central in London and fairly central in terms of where your teammates resided. So most nights somebody managed to trail into your house, Leah was a frequent flyer, the English captain coming over to your house most nights to eat whatever you were cooking up for dinner. You loved it, you loved that you’d found a family in your teammates, you didn’t love it though when they were essentially cockblocking me for however long they decided to stay.

Katie and Caitlin were the first to trail in, followed by Lia and Leah. Then, running fashionably late as per usual Beth, Viv, Steph and Kim made their way into your home. The women had very quickly made themselves at home on your couch and in your living room, Katie putting something on the telly and Leah popping open a bottle of champagne and handing out glasses to the group. Normally you would discourage drinking anytime before 5 o'clock, but you figured that the best game plan was to get the women drunk earlier so they had to leave earlier. Something you forgot though was that your teammates were not light weights and they limited themselves to two glasses on weekdays. Soon enough unanimously the girls decided that they wanted pizzas, so you ordered pizza.

You were a people pleaser, you were never going to deny your friends some fun team bonding, but you would have been lying if you’d felt at peace with them all being in your home. The pizza was quick to arrive and you handed out plates and cutlery to your teammates whilst they argued over what game to watch on the tv.

It was Kim who approached you in the kitchen as you laid out the different boxes of pizza.

“Everything alright, y/n?”

You’d been a little bit scared by your captain's appearance.

“Why? Is anything wrong?”

Kim smiled lopsidedly at you, concern laced in between her brows.

“No, but you look a bit on edge, if you don’t feel up to having us here you can just say so.”

You frowned at Kim, you didn’t want to make the girls feel unwelcome, you just wanted some TLC with your girlfriend and it was all you could think of.

“I want you guys here, it’s just that, well it’s stupid.”

Your eyes flashed down to your watch, it was 4.30 and Sam was due to be home around six. She’d texted you to let you know that her and Millie had some media stuff to do, so she would be home later than normal, it was making you antsy though, waiting on your girlfriend like you were her stay at home wife.

“Your feelings aren’t stupid, what’s up?”

Kim jumped up onto the kitchen bench, filling the space that you had been occupied with covering in pizza boxes, stopping you from your actions so you was forced to look at the older woman. Kim was like a big sister for a lot of the girls on the team, she was always attentive, always looking for the smaller details that seemed unimportant. It was what made her such a good captain, what made her such a good person.

“Sam’s going to be home in an hour, and I love you all, but she just got back from Matilda’s camp yesterday, and she was too tired and jetlagged last night to do anything besides fall asleep on me. I love you all but I haven’t had sex with my girlfriend in a month and she teased me all morning and all I want to do when she gets home from training is make her dinner and then make love to her all night.”

Kim laughed a little bit at your words.

“You could have just said that.”

Her scottish accent was thick in her words and you frowned a little bit back at her.

“I didn’t want to upset you guys, you all come over here because you feel happy and safe, and I love that. I love having you all over, you guys are my family.”

Kim rolled her eyes, jumping off of your counter so she was standing directly in front of you, her hands resting on your shoulders.

“Kid, we come over here because you and Sam have made a space that makes us feel comfortable. But that's not to say that this isn’t you and Sam’s space and if you want some you and Sam time then there is nothing wrong with that, lord knows that you are continuously accommodating to us all, if you want space then just say so.”

You pursed your lips at Kim, you still couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt in your gut.

“I want you guys here though, I love having you guys here, Sam loves all of you and I don’t want you all to leave, but all I’ve been able to think about all day is my girlfriend fucking me in every way I can imagine.”

Kim snorted, Sam and I’s sex life wasn’t a big secret to the group, we’d stayed in enough hotels together and fucked enough times after games for both sets of you teammates to know that you and Sam had fairly strenuous sex lives.

“How about this then, we’ll all stay, until Kerr shows up, and as soon as she does, I’ll make sure that we all leave the two of you for some much deserved sexy time, how does that sound?”

You rolled your eyes at Kim’s eyebrow raise, but smiled at her, nodding gratefully at her, feeling the pressure of having to host the group of girls lifted off of your shoulders.

“All right then, Pizza’s ready.”

The group was quick to pile into your kitchen, Katie and Leah arguing tirelessly over who got first dibs on the margherita.

You smiled at your girls, your team as they all fought lovingly over their food.

It was just as they began tucking into their food when you heard the front door opening and you shot up from your spot seated in the corner of your kitchen, running straight towards the door. Sam had just managed to get the door open, before you were jumping on top of her, taking the air out of her lungs and forcing her to drop her kit bag on the floor so she could pick you up.

“Hey joey.”

Sam’s voice was spoken directly into your ear, the warm air flushing against your ear and making you feel so much more at home then you had over the past few hours.

“Missed you.”

You could feel Sam fumbling with the doorknob behind you, trying to close the door with her limited mobility.

“I was only gone for a few hours, baby.”

You wrapped yourself even further around Sam, taking in her scent, the muskiness from her cologne, the mint from her deodorant and the coconut from her shampoo. It was everything you’d missed over the past month, everything that you loved about her.

“Needed you, you don’t want to know what you did to me this morning. The girls have been over all afternoon and I’ve been trying my hardest to get rid of them.”

Sam snorted into your ear, she loved how hospitable you were, but she knew it was mainly because of your inability to say no and you’d both recognised that sometimes it wasn’t a good thing always saying yes to people.

“Mm, did I get you all worked up? Is that pizza I smell?”

You rolled your eyes at Sam’s food obsession, but you couldn’t help the little gasp that left your mouth at the mention of your arousal.

“Mm, the girls ordered from Cabresos but I can get them out, please, I just want you, please just fuck me.”

All you’d wanted for the last month was Sam, any part of her that you could get and now you finally had her and you were not in the mood to share.

“No, let them stay for dinner, if you’re good then I’ll fuck you, joey.”

You whined into Sam’s neck, annoyed that your friends were still managing to find a way to cockblock you.

“Feeling whiny are we? How about you hop upstairs and put in the vibrator that I can control with my phone and you show me how much of a good girl you can be through dinner. Be a good girl for me and I’ll fuck you once the girls are gone, sound like a good idea?”

Your whole body shivered and you felt your throat dry as Sam’s words took an immediate effect on your body. She put you down on the ground, smirking at you before giving you a shove towards your shared bedroom, a fat smirk on her face as she walked into the kitchen. You could hear her almost immediately getting in a conversation with Beth as you scurried to your bedroom, walking into your walk-in wardrobe and towards the oh so familiar drawer.

You pulled out the toy Sam had told you to, shamelessly tugging down your leggings and panties down so you could slip it in. The pool between your legs was enough lubricant, making it easy enough to push the silicone bulb into your opening. It was satisfyingly good, but also nowhere near what you needed. Once it was in you pulled your leggings up, cautious of not taking too much time. You readjusted your clothing before taking a deep breath and walking back out of your bedroom and into your kitchen.

Sam was easily conversing with the girls, she’d formed quite a bond with your teammates in the two years that you’d been together, she had to or else you never would have worked out. Your team was your family, they were home for you and if she couldn’t make it work there would have been problems. You slid into a seat beside Beth, who was mouthing off to Steph about Tesco’s no longer selling her favourite protein bar or something. You just smiled at her, acting entertained by whatever she was saying. It was about halfway through Beth’s rant that you felt your whole body come alive with the sudden judder in your pussy. All of a sudden, your whole body felt the effect of the vibrations, your whole body trembling slightly at the movements. You let your eyes flash up to Sam, who looked as innocent as ever as she chatted aimlessly with Caitlin and Katie. It was a low buzz in your body, probably the lowest frequency on the vibrator, but it sent shocks up your spine regardless.

Throughout your conversation Sam would fluctuate the level, heightening it for a few seconds to get you sweating and then turning it off completely. She didn’t want to embarrass you, or get either of you caught, so she paid attention to you, when you weren’t looking at her.

You were a mess. The fluctuations from the vibrator making you horny as shit, very quick. You could feel the sweat accumulating on your back and then trembles from your thighs, the muscles working their very hardest to stop the vibrator from brushing your spot, because you knew as soon as it did you would be a goner. You made it through dinner without any major mishaps, there was one moment where Sam amped up the speed of the vibrations for five seconds out of nowhere, you managed to muffle the moan by taking a deep sip from your glass of water, becoming extremely relieved when she turned it back down.

It was after dinner, when you were beginning to show people out when she started to get cheeky. You’d been walking the girls out when she’d decided to turn the vibrator up fully, your knees almost buckled out from beneath you as you clutched to the wall of your hallway, clenching your thighs desperately to stop yourself from anything. Leah took notice almost immediately, asking if you were feeling okay, you’d nodded at her, giving her a smile and saying that you’d gotten dizzy from standing up too quickly. She seemed to accept your excuse, nodding at you and continuing to walk towards the door of your house with the rest of the crew. You glared daggers at Sam, who apparently had no plans to turn down the vibrator. You could feel it hitting your g-spot, brushing up against the sweet spot that you would normally be bewildered to have touched, but right now you were anything but.

You stumbled your way to the door, giving your goodbyes to your teammates. Sam secured an arm around your waist as the two of you waited on your porch, waving the girls goodbyes as they got into their cars and left.

You stumbled back into your house, Sam’s hand on your lower back and guiding you back, closing the door behind you before turning around and pinning you to the wall. Her lips were against yours almost immediately, ferociously nipping and sucking at your lips and face. The vibrations still hadn’t ceased and you were moaning openly into her mouth, your arousal and desire now becoming an unavoidable cloud that was washing over you with every second spent under Sam’s touch.

“Fuck-fuck Sam.”

She smirked against your lips and then with one click from her finger the buzz against your core was gone. The withdrawal of the stimulation had you groaning in loss of movement, your pussy clenching against the toy that was nowhere near enough to fill you.

“Such a good girl for me, playing well during dinner, you deserve a treat I think.”

You moaned eagerly against Sam’s lips, her words having so much control over your body and mind.

“F-Fuck, please.”

Sam smirked once again against your lips, hoisting you up into her arms and marching down towards your bedroom, dropping you down ungracefully on your bed. She joined you quickly, sitting herself down against the headboard.

“You're going to get off on my thigh, if you can do it without my help then I’ll give you my cock, how does that sound?”

You felt all the oxygen in your lungs exit, leaving you a blinking, wordless mess. All you could manage was to nod at Sam, not wanting her to think that you didn’t want what she’d told you.

“Good, strip for me baby.”

Sam was busying stripping herself, tugging off her shirt and sweatpants, leaving her in just her boxer shorts and sports bra. You did the same, except culling your bra and panties. As soon as you’d finished undressing you looked at Sam, panting as she nodded down at her thigh. You very cautiously climbed onto her extremity, moaning at the feeling of her skin underneath your sensitive pussy. You were soaked, coating Sam’s thigh in your juices as you slowly started to rock back and forth against her muscular thigh.

As soon as you started moving Sam caught you in a deep kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth as you began to push yourself down against her thigh. One of her hands found its way to your hair, swirling your strands in her hands as you started to rub yourself against her with no shame. Your head fell down to her shoulder, sloppily kissing her neck whilst moaning into her soft skin. Biting down on her neck every once and a while to suppress a guttural moan that had come directly from your chest. Sam’s other hand found its way to your back, gently guiding you to glide against her skin, pulling you a bit closer with every single movement bringing you closer to your high. Your mouth hanging open as you found one particular point in her thigh that rubbed your clit in the exactly righr way, pushing you right to the edge. Little whimpers being produced from the depths of your throat, Sam whispering gentle words of encouragement into your ear as you slowly came closer to the edge. Her telling you how gorgeous you looked and how much she wanted you to cum all over your thigh. It was what you’d been craving all day, what you’d been picturing in your head all day no matter what you’d been doing. You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, beating and fluttering with every muscle that rubbed against your clit, drops of sweat dripping down your back meeting Sam’s hand which was now pushing you down even harder against her.

You could feel your thighs shaking from under you, a clear indication you were nearing your peak.

“Sam, please, please, fuck can I cum.”

My nails were clawing against her back, leaving marks that I was unapologetic for.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my thigh.”

You rode on her thigh, feeling your high overcome you. Your legs shaking almost immediately as your body recognised the high you were on.

Sam didn’t even let you recover before she was flipping you over on the bed. Her mouth falling to your hole, licking up your juices, completely ignoring your shaking legs and over-stimulated clit as she licked up the cum leaking from your hole. Her hand snaked its way up to your collarbone, caressing the skin and moving down to your breasts. You're still a moaning mess, your brain slowly turning to slush as you clutched your bedsheets from below you, your knuckles whitening from the death grip that you had on them.

“So pretty like this, fucking gorgeous spread out like a good girl who wants to be eaten. You taste like complete heaven baby girl, you’ve missed my touch haven’t you, my poor touch starved girl.”

Your back arched from the combination of Sam’s words and Sam’s hands trailing down to your stomach, her mouth still busy eating you out like a starved cavewoman. You were under Sam, completely under her control, as you cried out in pleasure from every single movement she made, not being able to process it all. Her moans against your overstimulated clit sending shocks up your entire body and exploding in your head, causing you to cry out her name every time her teeth grazed over your oh so sensitive bud.

“Please Sam, fuck me.”

Your words seem to get the point across to her, you're cum drunk but you want one thing and she’d never deny you of that. You whine as she removes her mouth from your pussy, just long enough to reach over to your bedside table and pull out your favourite strap. She makes quick work of the harness, pulling it over her hips and tightening all of the loops that she needs to before returning to your body. You are a quivering mess, tangled up in your shared bed sheets, your thighs shaking shamelessly as you await Sam.

She doesn’t waste any time. Pushing her cock between your folds and teasing at your hole before thrusting deeply into your pussy. You moan out in immense pleasure, fireworks lighting up from inside you as the desire to be filled, the need to be fucked finally falls from your body. She buries her entire length in your desperate pussy. You try to move against her, but a hand on your throat and an order for you to stay still is enough to make you obey, because you need to cum and you're not in the mood for punishment.

Sam starts with slow, agonising thrusts, her hand tight around your neck but not enough to cut off any oxygen or leave any bruises. Her free hand falls down to your tits, caressing your breast and pinching at your nipple every once a while, eliciting filthy moans from your mouth. It tows along the line of pain and pleasure, the lines blurring in your mind as the ecstasy of being fucked takes over your brain. Sam had always loved your tits.

She’d never been in it for your body, but if anybody asked what her favourite body part of yours was she’d say your tits. It was the biggest teenage boy reply ever, but it was the truth. They were so full, and so sensitive. Your nipples so reactive to any kind of contact she made with them, she was so obsessed with them that she’d made you cum on multiple occasions by just stimulating them, it was one of her favourite ways to see you get off. They were just so perfect, like the rest of your body, full but not to full, curvy but not too curvy, perky but not so perky that they looked fake.

You were in a state of pure bliss as Sam tugged you to the line of ecstasy again, you couldn’t stop moaning, biting down on her neck every time you felt a particularly sinful moan building up in your throat. Every thrust presented a new sound from you, a new pitch, a new tone, a new sound. It was music to her ears, a symphony of pleasure that she was so incredibly fond of. The slow deep strokes slowly becoming more fast and rapid, the both of you finding yourselves closer to the edge and starting to unravel as you pushed your hips against her own, meeting her on every single thrust, chasing your joint high.

“Sam-Sammy, fuck, gonna cum, fuck, mm, fuck.”

You were thrashing against Sam, your body so close to betraying you.

“You’re so good for me babygirl, so fucking good around me, fucking made for my cock aren’t you? My perfect little cockslut. Fuck, cum babygirl, cum with me.”

At Sam’s words you both came undone, your bodies riding out their highs and shaking against each other, your hips bucking against her own as your second orgasm ruined you from the inside out.

Sam slowly withdrew from you, your body cum drunk and completely spent. You mewled at her, wordlessly begging for her to return to you. Sam quickly pulled the strap from her body, undoing the harness and carelessly throwing it onto your bedroom floor, she would clean up later, right now she wanted to have her girl in her arms.

She climbed her way back up to your side, letting your naked limbs tangle together underneath the bed sheets. You leant into her body, relaxing against the toned and tanned skin of your girlfriend, the woman that you loved so much.

“You’re such a fucking tease.”

Your words were murmured against your pillow lovingly, Sam smirked into your collarbone, her head leaning over the crook of your shoulder, putting her head directly against your neck.

“You know you love it, not my fault you were needy.”

The mixture of Sam’s warm breath dancing against your skin and her fingers ghosting over your skin was so perfect.

“I love that no one else gets to see you like this, that no one gets to feel you like this, they don’t get to have this part of you but I do, you're all mine.”

Your words were stuttered out between breaths and trembles, a result of the orgasms that Sam had given you. She gently leant her head to the side, pressing a series of pecks to your jawline. It was true, the world got so much of Sam, they got to see so much of her, this was the one part that you had just for you, the part that you got to be selfish over.

“I know Joey, I love you so much and I love this. But how do you feel about round two in the shower?”

You rolled your eyes at Sam’s seemingly never ending sex drive, sure you were the hornier one in the moment but once Sam started it was impossible to get her finish.

“I’d say the first one in the shower gets first taste.”

You immediately sprung off of the bed, running straight towards the shower with Sam hot on your heels, the both of you laughing as you crashed towards your joint ensuite.

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Oooooo how abt shy reader & Steve at the movie theater? 🥰

thanks so much for your request, angel! i hope you enjoy!! steve takes shy!reader to the movies to make up for a bad date, featuring a wee love-bomb (1.6k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

Even though it’s your fifth date, you’re nervous like it’s your first.

It’s been a few months since then. Four of them, to be exact. 

Steve took you to a drive-in on your first date. He confessed some weeks ago that he thought it’d be easier for you — doing something that wouldn’t require a whole lot of talking outright. By the end of the movie, a reshowing of Rocky Horror, you felt more comfortable with him and less like the buzzing ball of anxiety you’d been when he picked you up earlier that evening.

The second date was dinner, the third was mini-golf, and the fourth was a picnic.

The fourth date did not go well.

Steve picked the hottest day of the year to eat outside. He hadn’t meant to, of course, but he certainly hadn’t packed enough water to combat the heat. And being that he also forwent the sunscreen, the two of you were sweaty, miserable, and sunburnt by the time he brought you back home. 

There was a world of bugs, too. The butterflies you hadn’t minded, but the wasps were a different story.

“I swear they’re antagonizing me,” you joked as you cowered into Steve’s side.

He was scared of them too, but he protected you anyway. “Well, what did you do to them?” he laughed with a pretty grin that made the heat and distant fear worth it.

“Nothing!” you giggled. “I’ve never done anything wrong in my life!”

Steve smiled down at you, sandwich crumbs stuck to the corners of his mouth. “I know that’s a joke, but I totally believe you.”

And as if the day wasn’t already going horribly wrong, a couple of asshole kids kicked a soccer ball in your direction and smacked you against the ear. 

They were in kindergarten, practically babies, and their moms were very apologetic. And you, being too nice for your own good, promised them that it was okay — that it was an accident and that it barely even hurt.

That wasn’t totally true. Your ear was red and ringing then, and hadn’t lessened when Steve took you home. He got you into bed and nursed you back to health with a bag of frozen peas pressed to your ear and a million kisses.

“I’m sorry,” he’d whispered against the crown of your head as he held you to his chest. “I feel like I fucked everything up…”

“You’re not the one that whacked me in the face with a soccer ball,” you laughed.

“Yeah, but… It was really hot. And the bugs wouldn’t leave you alone…”

“They had a vendetta against me, I think.”

“Totally,” Steve chuckled.

Your jaw rubbed against the fabric of his t-shirt as you turned to look up at him. His scruffy chin jutted downward as he peered down at you. “You protected me, though.”

“Did I?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “So thank you.”

He scoffed. “Don’t thank me. You’re hurt.”

“’S not your fault.”

“Yeah, but I’m the idiot who wanted to picnic in a hundred-degree heat.”

“You couldn’t have known,” you retorted softly. 

Steve grew sheepish. With the hand not holding the frozen pack to your ear, his fingers brushed the length of your arm “So… you didn’t have the worst time in the world?”

“No, it was pretty bad,” you confessed, smiling when you felt his laugh rumble through his chest. “And I don’t know if I’ll ever go on a picnic again, but… I’m glad I got to be miserable with you and not someone else.”

You meant it. 

As overwhelming as the afternoon had gotten, Steve made it a lot less agonizing. He was your focal point, your teddy bear, your soft place to land. The big bouts of anxiety felt less significant with him holding you. Besides, you don’t think anyone else would clutch you to their chest and hold a bag of frozen vegetables to your throbbing ear. 

It wouldn’t feel as good with anyone else, either.

Steve’s smile curls against your forehead before he presses a kiss there. “I’m glad you get to be miserable with me, too, babe…”

The fifth date, though simple, had been carefully planned out.

He didn’t want a redo of the fourth one, lest you decide never to go out with him again. 

So he asks you to wait a few weeks before seeing Labyrinth despite your enthusiasm for the new film. He promises to take you, but that he’d rather wait until everyone else has already seen it so it could just be him and you in the theater.

And you, having never been a fan of huge crowds anyway, accepted without question.

He only asks that you wear the same pretty dress you wore to the picnic. The white sundress with the puffy sleeves and the flowy skirt that stopped just above your knee. Since, you know, neither of you got to enjoy it last time.

Steve leads you hand in hand into the cinema two weeks later. Everyone else was too busy crowding into the theater to watch the new Karate Kid sequel, which left the entire auditorium to yourselves. 

Well, mostly. There’s an older couple sitting in the middle off to the exit side. Steve jokes that they must’ve just heard that Labyrinth came out, and in two more weeks they’ll learn about Karate Kid. You giggle into your Slurpee.

The two of you settle in the very back of the theater in the center of the row. The theater isn’t dark, but it’s still dim — yellow in the faint lamps and the smell of buttery popcorn.

“Guess the means we can’t fool around in here, huh?” Steve quips, his shoulder nudging yours when he leans in to whisper to you.

Your eyes go wide, and your cheeks burn like a stove eye. “Steve!” you scold, much louder than you meant to. You shove him away with your shoulder, though you don’t really want him off you.

He reads you like a book and wraps an arm around you to press you closer to him. His musky cologne covers you like a warm blanket. Even in the dim light, his eyes twinkle when he grins down at you. “I’m kidding,” he promises.

“I was just about to thank you before you got all pervy,” you grouse lightheartedly.

“Thank me for what?” the boy scoffs. “For not taking you on the worst date of all time?”

“No. For… For buying my ticket and… for getting me snacks and everything…”

Steve shrugs. “That’s what a date is, babe. You let me do those things for you.”

“Yeah, but… You don’t have to do them, you know? But you do. So, thank you.”

You go sheepish, looking at him so shyly you’re practically peering at him from the corner of your eye. 

You do that a lot — not get all shy (even though you do that pretty often, too), but thank him for being your boyfriend. He doesn’t know if that sort of excessive politeness has been conditioned into you or if you had an ex that never did anything worth thanking them for. 

He doesn’t press the subject because he doesn’t want to stir up old ghosts. He remains curious about it nonetheless.

Steve squeezes your shoulder with one hand and digs his other into the container of popcorn in your lap. “Thank you for not dumping me after our last date.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” you promise, giggling.

“Yeah, ‘cause it was terrible!” he retorts dramatically. “I was scared you were gonna break up with me after that wasp started swarming you. And when you got whacked with that soccer ball, I was sure you were never gonna wanna see me again.”

It makes your heart hurt to think that he’d ever think something like that — that he’d been stewing over the whole thing long after you’d gotten over it.

“Honestly, I think it might’ve been a test,” you confess quietly.

“A test?” Steve snorts.

“Yeah, like… the world was trying to see if I liked you enough to suffer through second-degree sunburns, and bugs, and getting hit in the face, and… everything.”

The boy tilts his head to his shoulder. “And what did the world decide then, huh?”

“That I like you,” you admit, all quiet like it’s the first time you’ve ever said the words. Steve lost count around the millionth time they left his mouth. “Enough to do it all over again.”

“You like me?” Steve teases, as if your schoolgirl crush on him doesn’t give him schoolboy butterflies.

You nod and try not to smile too wide. “I really like you. And I’m scared to say the stronger word, so I won’t, but…”

“Stronger word?” the boy repeats with a laugh. His eyes go wide in realization a second later. “…Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” you mock with your own laugh, a lot more awkward than his had been. 

You turn your gaze to the popcorn in your lap. Steve analyzes your profile for any hint that you might be kidding. He knows you’re way too kind to joke around with his feelings like that — or yours, for that matter.

“Well, you know what?” he lilts.

You smile to yourself but don’t humor him enough to look at him with it. “What?”

“I’m not scared to say the stronger word.”

Your eyes sparkle in the dim light when they finally flit up to him. “No?”

“Mm-mm,” he hums with the shake of his head. “Actually, I’m pretty brave, as it turns out.”

“The bravest.”

Steve beams. “Exactly. And I love the shit outta you.”

You smile so big your cheeks hurt. “I love you too, Steve Harrington.”

He kisses you when the room goes dark.

He’s not a teenager, so it isn’t obscene, but the peck is languid and full of the words he’d just said to you. He spends the next two hours whispering them into your ear. I love you, I love you, I love you.

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x shy!reader #bug's summer fic fest!

[polyamorouspunk]

Hiiii sleepover stufffff

I celebrate the winter solstice over Christmas, so we do it on the 21st or 22nd, have a big meal n a fire n that

I'm making my mum a bag out of a pattern she found and liked, it's almost done, did granny squares for the main part N now I've just got to knit the edge parts and straps

It's just a touch tedious bc it's teeny tiny cotton yarn so it takes forever to knit, but I'm making my way through the 90s moomin show as I go which is pretty cool

Man that sounds like so much fun.

The only textile craft I ever got into was friendship bracelet making.

My grandma tried to teach me how to crochet and I wasn’t picking it up so I stopped and she was like “you’re giving up already” and I’m like I’m not going to get it if I just sit here and continue to be frustrated at it, but also it’s not something I’ve really had a passion to learn anyway, it was just like my mom wanted her to reshow her how to do it and I was like ooh I wanna try too but other than that I haven’t gone out of my way to learn.

I was making a moss rug and I was listening to my podcasts while I did that but that was before school started and it honestly killed my back to do it, but I want to pick that up again, so I guess that’s another textile hobby I picked up (latch-hook).

I always like the style of granny squares. I have some granny square pillows that I bought at Bed, Bath, and Beyond when I worked there and I was going to give them to my cousins but my mom really liked them so now they’re couch pillows (although we’ve replaced them with holiday pillows).

Having a fire and a big meal sounds nice! And celebrating the winter solstice more than Christmas as well.

#punk gets mail #thank you so much for sharing #would love to see the bag when it’s done!!!

[duckulamoved]

Took me the better part og an hour and a half but i finally got my room cleaned vacuumed sorted and dusted. A few more laundry things to do but im well on the way to sleeping in my bed again lmao.

#ive been.....sleeping in my desk chairs because ive just been stressed #and not wanting to reshower before bed #so ive just been putting my chairs together and laying across them #but im not sleepingas welk as i could tbh #also i just miss my stuffed animals

[falsemood]

It’s 5 am and I wrote this for a WIP I don’t have yet so yeah.

Remus ran a hand nervously through his hair. He hates small talk, especially with someone he had known so well for so long. Logan had been his childhood love, so much more than a little crush or silly boyfriend. Logan was the first time his heart had ever beaten for the sake of someone else and shattered when it had to end.

“Can I kiss you?”

Logan huffed, frustrated with his own emotions. In a flash, he was pressed against the wall and Remus’ body. They were connected at the lips, hard and almost painfully desperate. Remus pulled back, looking at the gorgeous nerd. Their chests rose and fell together. Now connected at the eyes, the pair held each other a bit more gently.

“Remus,” Logan trailed, unaware of where his own sentence was going.

“Yeah?”

“What’s gonna happen now?”

The words came out slurred as if they were melted together. Remus pressed his lips together, backing up just by a couple inches, “Well probably either talk, have sex, or you’d get mad at me for saying the second thing and refuse to ever associate with me again.”

Had it not been mentioned, Logan would’ve most definitely chosen the third option. But he took a moment to appreciate the hopeful face in front of him and sighed.

“Let’s go to my room,”

Remus grew a sharp grin.

“To talk.” Logan snapped. He wanted Remus to be disappointed, but instead, his smile went soft. “I miss talking with you,” Remus said lovingly and Logan felt so much guilt and self-hatred it was almost sickening.

However, he had lied. The talking also apparently included snuggling and staring at the ceiling. They were both laid on the bed, under the sheets. Remus luckily hadn’t forgotten the limitations, for his hand stayed on Logan’s hip without moving those risky inches back. Instead, it slowly slid, occasionally dipping to the side of his thigh and up to his waist. Logan was snuggled into his side, inhaling the intoxicating cologne and burning his nose in the process.

“-And he even got to meet a couple broadway actors. Yeah, Roman’s doing great.”

Logan knew this. He had known all of this. Though it wasn’t nearly as strong as it was before college, he had managed to maintain a regular friendship with the rest of them. All except Remus. He couldn’t bring himself to reshow is heart to him now that it had plenty of new scars.

Remus continued to speak, no longer in control of his own words. “You know, I felt really bad when you finally did go. To college, I mean. You were meant for success, Lo. You’re by far the smartest and most hard-working person I’ve ever met. Even now, you’re incredible.”

He closed his eyes, forgetting what was even happening and just feeling Logan’s body.

“I always checked up on you, made sure you were getting what you deserve. I don’t have the right to be proud, but I am. I’m proud of showing you those rotting animals and letting you examine my weird health and...I’m proud of loving you, Loganberry. And I never would’ve stopped if you were there to be loved.”

Logan sniffled, alerting Remus of what was happening. Tears were balancing on his eyes, daring to spill down his face. It was really the old nickname that had stabbed him right in feelings. Remus’ old Highschool boyfriend instincts kicked in and he hugged him as tight as he could. “It’s alright though. Now that you’re here, I promise to give you all the love you need.”

#duke remus #ts sides #ts logan #ts remus #intrulogical #sander sides #sander sides human au #remus sanders #logan sanders #sander side remus #sander sides logan #uncompleted

[ajokeformur-ray]

Pt.2 Poly!RemusxSiriusxJamesxYou

Co-written with @80s-addict - TW FOR NSFW AHEAD! My writing is normal and her’s is italicised. 

- Sirius and you do each other's hair 

-  James absolutely will not let anyone near his hair (Unless of course, one of you is tugging on it and moaning) 

-  Remus doesn't really mind bc he's not overly concerned about it but appreciates the attention

Siriusly you and Sirius will sit for HOURS and brush/braid each other's hair. Sometimes you'll sit on the floor, others on your bed, kissing and talking and listening to your favorite muggle bands all the while. 

- Sometimes you both get so relaxed you just end up falling asleep, Sirius' head in your lap or yours in his chest, arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled, snoring (you'd never admit to it though), with beautifully intricate braids and flowers woven into them. 

- Remus and James roll their eyes at their dorks but oh my God you're so cute they can't stay annoyed and *click* whoops "Turn the flash off you dolt!" "Sorry" You and Sirius wake up in each other's arms with enchanting hair and the sound of your husbands bickering and smile at each other and decide to go back to sleep. "AW, THEY'RE SO CUTE MOONY!" "SSHHHUT UP, PRONGS" *thwack* You and Sirius peep an eye open and share a light laugh as the two continue to argue as they leave you to sleep

-  You are always wearing someone's shirt

-  Like always

-  It's rare if you don't (unless you're going out) 

- And when you don't Sirius pouts Like straight up this grown-ass man is sticking out his lower lip and giving you the puppy dog eyes because you're not wearing one of his shirts 

- And you turn to the other two but James is also pouting (not as much as Sirius, but it's still a lot) 

- Exasperated, you turn to Remus, ever the voice of reason, but even HE is pouting at you! 

- "FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, IT'S LAUNDRY DAY!" All 3: "But Y/N!" "Ugh, FINE. *Under breath, but with a small smile* Children." You march back upstairs, angrily throw off your shirt and blindly reach around the closet before you find something in the back. 

- You throw it on and head downstairs. "Better now?" They're all staring at you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. "What?" James: "M-Moons? Cancel our dinner reservations." "Why?" Sirius: "Y/N, did you look at yourself?" "No...?" James: "You-YOU'RE WEARING MY BUTTON UP. YOU LOOK SO HOT. IT HURTS." Sirius: "Smooth, Prongs." James: "Did you SEE her??!" Remus: "I'm with James on this one...Y/N you do look very attractive in James' shirt." Sirius: "C'mere, Sweetheart."

-  ...you don't make it to dinner. Or the movie. Or the reshowing of the movie. ...or breakfast.

-  When any of you is upset, the other 3 know 

-  They just know 

-  And it's a day filled with gentle reminders, soft touches, chastise kisses, and small smiles 

- You'll all cuddle around whoever is upset 

- And just talk, sleep, or read 

- Maybe watch their favorite show 

- Comfort snacks, fuzzy blankets, and pillows all around 

- The other 3 naming their favorite qualities of whoever is down 

- Their personality 

- Their talents 

- Their intelligence 

- Their looks 

- Just lots of gentle touches and "I love you"'s and quick kisses to persons perceived "problem areas" 

- The night ends with you all a tangled mass on the bed, the person who was the center of the attention now in the center of the cuddles 

- And said person maybe 

- Just maybe

-  Smiles a little and whispers a small "thank you" before falling asleep surrounded by the 3 doofs who will do (and have done) literally //anything// to cheer them up

-  The other 3 hearing them bc they were pretending to sleep - no way they were sleeping while their lil bean was upset - and sharing a quick, tired, but relieved smile and blown kisses before passing out from exhaustion

-  ((Sometimes slow, sweet love-making is required because one of you is really down on your body. So the other 3 take turns kissing all over and focusing on their favorite parts until the Upset Person starts to believe them))

- One of you getting a wild hair and formulating a plan with the other two one day to pounce Unsuspecting Person with Triple The Head Person is random but always almost dies BC HOW ARE ALL OF THESE FUCKERS SO GOOD AT THIS 

- Sometimes it's James when he's been an egotistical shit and needs to be taken down a peg 

- Sometimes it's Remus when he's stressed about an upcoming full moon 

- Sometimes it's Sirius when he's insecure about himself//his abilities and/or is being a tease (more than usual - it's his natural state, but sometimes he can be a bit much) 

- Sometimes it's you when you're stressed about an upcoming event or exam or when you've felt down lately 

- Always it's whoever thinks they're not good enough one day or seems to be extremely jealous because "Shut up, we love you, and we're not going anywhere. Now hold still."

- I love the idea that like during your school years you basically lived in the Marauders' dorm 

- And like McGongall and even Dumbledore knew 

- But never said anything BC they secretly were impressed that you four came up with your situation and seemed to be handling it well 

- And maybe were a little jealous bc you all just looked so happy 

- So when you graduate Sirius buys a flat 

- And over the summer renovates it with you all 

- And when you're done he asks you all to move in with him, rent-free because "Your love is enough" 

- And just 

- There's lots of spare bedrooms bc you all created one really big master suite with a big double king bed 

- And just 

- You and Remus gushing about your new domestic life James and Sirius watching you and scoffing bc "What dorks" but secretly really loving it too

- You and Sirius arguing over drapes and sheets much to Remus and James' dismay bc according to Remus "Loves, they're both nice. Let's get both!" 

- But you insist on the 100% cotton blue gray sheets while Sirius wants the 100% silk dark red sheets and James has had it bc "THEY'RE JUST SHEETS? WHAT DOES IT MATTER? THEY'RE PROBABLY JUST GOING TO GET CUM ON THEM ANYWAY, SO JUST GET A BUNCH OF THE CHEAP ONES." 

- Everyone is //shocked// You, Sirius, and Rem all wide-eyed and slack-jawed, staring at James and each other 

- James doesn't understand what he did 

- You 3 working feverishly to get the rest of the shopping done 

- James is pleased but still doesn't know why 

- You and Sirius stay at the checkout lane, blushing as a very flustered Remus drags James to the car to "Explain some things" to him 

- Before they get out the door Rem pulls Sirius by the shirt collar and says he better get in the express lane and you blush even harder and start furiously loading up the conveyer belt while Sirius scrambles to get his wallet 

- You come to the car to find the car windows fogged and James leaned back in the driver's seat, shirt unbuttoned and glasses askew as Remus rises to the passenger seat, smirking and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he pops the trunk for you "Let's get home, yeah?" 

- Sirius and you in the backseat and he can't help himself so he starts kissing you and sucking hickeys to your pulse point and you're both teasing each other through your clothes 

- Remus and James looking in the rearview mirror Remus raising an eyebrow  and smirking James has never driven that fast in his life

- James accidentally saying something sexual while you're all at the store 

- He doesn't realize what he said was sexual 

- Sirius, you and Remus getting flustered and hurting the trip along

-  Which pleases James even though he's not sure what got you all moving so quickly bc he hates stopping with a firey passion 

- One of you trying to explain to him and getting too flustered

- The least flustered pulls him close and whispers an explanation 

- The donning look of realization on his face 

- Followed by a shit-eating grin 

- Two of you left to finish checking out while the other drags James to the car to get started

-  This happening a //lot// At first you think he genuinely doesn't know what he's doing (which is true) but after the 10th or so time, you start to catch on bc he's become increasingly detailed with his outbursts 

- You 3 continuing on as if you don't know 

- Because it's so much fun 

- And sometimes you like to get him back 

- By flipping the script on him 

- Which he also catches on to 

- But does not stop 

- Because you're all risk takers and it leads to some of the best sex ever

-  Without fail 

- Those poor car seats 

- Those poor cheap sheets

- The entire school knows you're dating but no one makes a big deal out of it. It just Happened one day and the four of you never look back. 

 - No one dares to say anything bad about it though because everyone fears the Marauders - you anger one, you anger them ALL and then no one is safe.

- Not even the teachers. 

- Borrowing each other's clothes so often that James straight up rips out all the name labels

- Not letting them curse the other students just because they can

- Having a similar speech pattern

- Inside jokes

-Inside jokes of inside jokes

- If one offends the other, the Offensive One will publicly grovel to make the others laugh and get the Offended One to forgive them

- PDA is only A Thing if the goal is to make someone jealous

- You’re all considered to be married to each other

- You have necklaces that are similar and look like part of a set

-James’ parents charmed them with protective spells

- You can say something into the necklaces and everyone will hear it like they’re wearing headphones

- Howlers proclaiming your love

- Howler marriage proposals

- Feeding each other breakfast items

- ‘Accidentally’ dropping beans down Remus’ front

- “Oops. Guess you gotta wear a different shirt now”

- Being sad when Remus is having none of your shit and simply casts a cleaning spell on his shirt

- Sirius rocking a man bun and James sulking because instead of growing out, his hair grows up

- Remus remarking, “You should take a leaf out of your hair’s book, James” when James mentions it

- Remus being so sassy you can’t eat when you know he’s going to say something.

- Remus knows this and takes full advantage

- The boys making you flustered all the time

- Being very protective of each other

-The boys will shield you if someone insults you

- Like, a literal circle

- When one argues, you all argue

- You and Remus are mediators as Sirius and James are the worst offenders when it comes to unleashing their tempers

- Remus does no harm but takes no shit, most especially from, for or to his three loves.

- It’s an unconventional but very loving, nurturing, protective and explorative relationship and none of you would change it for anything

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

HP Tags: @bingewatchingmylifegoby @sky-the-llama  @chloeolivialuce

#sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #marauders #marauder era #marauders headcanons #ot4 #remus lupin imagine #sirius black imagine #james potter imagine

[txllingmom-blog]

Guess who wrote another fanfic lmao - this one is actually DONE

Though it was a usual scene, tensions were running higher than what he considered to be normal. In the overwhelming pink of Candace's bedroom, Jeremy sat on the plush of her bed (With the door wide open, of course. Didn't want Mr. or Mrs. Fletcher to be getting the wrong idea.) Candace, meanwhile, was tearing apart her closet, in search of something to make the perfect Halloween costume. They'd already searched the Googolplex Mall up and down, finding nothing to the redhead's satisfaction. As she tore items out of her closet at a semi-alarming rate, she let out a dramatic cry of "Why is this so hard?!"

While Jeremy had initially thought it best to let Candace do her thing and stand by as moral support, he moved from his spot on the bed to stand as he offered "It doesn't have to be perfect, Candace. As long as you like it. There's plenty of more Halloweens after this one to get it perfect."

"No! There won't be more!" Candace wailed. "Not with..." she caught herself, thankfully, and wiped her eyes which had started to tear up, before turning from the closet to face her boyfriend "It just has to be perfect, okay?! It has to!"

"Candace?" To say that Jeremy was suddenly worried about his girlfriend was an understatement. And even from the way he said her name just then - the wavering of uncertainty, how he was suddenly fidgeting with his trembling hands. "Wha...what did you mean, just now? There won't be anymore...?"

"Nothing." she responded nervously. "It doesn't mat-"

"It does matter!" Jeremy interrupted. "You know you can tell me anything, don't you?"

Candace didn't respond beyond biting down on her lip, eyes now moving to the carpeted floor.

"Please," the blonde pleaded "You're making me really worried. Just tell me what's going on."

There was a deep breath taken, and then Candace's eyes finally came back up to meet Jeremy's. "It has to be perfect, Jeremy. Because...because I know that this is going to be the only Halloween where I'm still your girlfriend."

Jeremy's eyes narrowed, his face etched over with confusion as he asked "What are you talking about?"

"This time next year you'll be in college with college women and I'm just going to be a silly high school girl. We're going to try to do the whole long distance thing but then you're going to get there and realize how out of my league you've always been. You'll stop answering my calls and texts - and then before you know it you're a big famous rock star coming to Danville to play a hometown show and I'll be there waiting for you and you'll have trouble even remembering my name..." the words spilled out of Candace's mouth like a river that had previous been blocked by dam that had opened, pushing everything through at an alarming speed.

"Do you..." Jeremy blinked in the direction of his now-trembling girlfriend "Do you really believe all that? Do you think that's what's going to happen?"

As Candace gave nothing more but a meek nod, and Jeremy could feel his heart shatter. How could she believe that? How could he have let her believe that? With a few steps forward, he closed the space between them, taking Candace into his arms, hugging her as tightly as he could, breathing in her scent. He felt her head cuddle into the crook of his neck, which immediately pulled his lips into a smile. It always did.

He rubbed her back for a moment, before speaking again, quietly, mumbling into her hair "You know what I think is gonna happen? I'm going to go to college next year and I'm going to tell everyone about how much I love my girlfriend, Candace Flynn. And then when my first year is over, I'm going to come back to Danville, I'm going to take you to your prom, and then we're going to go to the same college. After I graduate I'll get a little apartment where you leave all of your things even though you keep telling me you don't want to move in. And then once you graduate, we're going to get married and have two kids. We're going to name our daughter Amanda and we're going to fight over whether we name our son Fred or Xavier. That what I think is going to happen. And I like my version a lot better."

Candace let out a soft moan of agreement, before telling him "He's going to be named Xavier, Jeremy."

"You keep saying that." he chuckled, moving slightly to leave a light kiss on her hairline "But I like Fred."

Candace took a baby step backwards, enough to look Jeremy in the eyes, as she confessed "I love you, Jeremy Johnson. I love you so, so much."

It was the first time either had said it out loud. They'd said it over text, but hearing it out loud was an entirely different experience. Jeremy felt like he was melting - and he loved it. "I love you too, Candace. And I never want you to forget that again, okay?"

"Okay." Candace nodded. "I'm sorry I get so...you know..."

"Don't be." Jeremy assured her, before shifting so that only one arm was wrapped around her waist. "Now, how about we go somewhere to get your mind off of this. I heard the movie theatre is reshowing that old Scarlet Pimpernel movie. Maybe that will inspire your perfect costume."

Candace nodded, leaning up to gently kiss Jeremy's cheek. "I like the sound of that."

#fanfic #candermy fluff #out of season halloween fic #it's all g rated under the cut

[dfnews]

Episode Rerun of "All About Jinger"

Season 3, Episode 5 - February 13, 2017

From TV Guide;"Jinger gets ready to move to Texas and gets a surprise gift from her siblings, who take a stroll down memory lane to recall the highlights of their sister's life." I'm gonna do a Derick and puke down memory lane.

1. Jinger is in the girls' dorm with her sisters packing up to move to Laredo. Her wedding is two weeks away. Jill demands Jana to check a packing list for Jinger and I am reminded of the Gothard taught family pecking order. From what I remember, it's God-father-married sons-courting sons-sons-mother-married daughters-courting daughters-daughters-dogs. Jana is right above the family dog. Those lower on the pecking order are expected to serve those higher up without question because God said so. I think He whispered it into Bill Gothard's ear as Bill played footsie with a young gullible girl.

2.  All About Jinger...she likes to shop for cheap clothes, likes fashion and is addicted to coffee. She also ran over a deer on the way to Spud's birth and had the head cut off, mounted and hung on the girls' room wall. Remind me to not get in the way of Jinger's car.

3. The spinster Duggar boys prepare a used car to give to Jinger as an escape vehicle if needed. The Duggars' pastor, Pastor Caldwell, the guy who thinks there is no such thing as homosexuality, shows up to help get the old heterosexual car running. You know he ain't touching any gay Tesla. It takes 5 idiots to unscrew an oil cap. Jinger is in deep sh*t with this car.

4. Jinger takes her buddy/daughter/chaperone, Johannah, to the airport to pick up Jeremy. Jeremy sure has a lot of money to fly in and out of Arkansas every week. At the Duggar compound, the boys present JinJer with the new/old vehicle. Don't ask me what it is because I don't know cars. Josiah, who looks a little heavier than I've ever seen him before, says a truck could crash into this car and they would be alright. Somehow I doubt that.

5. All About Jinger...she's the family photographer. I still get ill thinking about her fisheye camera lens phase. Awww, we get old footage of a healthy and clean cut Derick as Jinger took his and Jill's engagement photos. What happened to that guy? He was kind of handsome back then. Jinger also likes to make funny faces. Will we learn anything new about Jinger before the end of this episode?

6. Jeremy, Jinger and her buddy/son/chaperone, Jed, are off on a 12 hour drive to Laredo. Good thing the spinster brothers gave her a car or it would have been an awfully long walk. They load up the car so tight you gotta wonder why they didn't bother with a trailer. Jed is a bad chaperone because he naps in the backseat as the young couple are playing handsie in the front. For lame dramatic effect, the car's emergency light goes on saying they need an oil change because the dumb spinster brothers and the pastor, who doesn't understand cars or people, forgot to reset the sensor. I have that same issue with my car right now. Twinsies!!! On TLC money, they decide to stop and buy some brand spanking new Texas cowboy boots. They did the same thing when they went on that RV trip but then it was cowboy hats. Jinger wants "city" cowboy boots which really aren't cowboy boots and Jeremy decides he wants a hat because as he tells a Mexican looking store clerk, "She's moving to Texas with me. We're trying to become Texas." There are more Mexican/Americans in Texas than cowboys. It was originally a Mexican territory after all.  I suggest a sombrero and botas.  Jeremy ends up picking out an Indiana Jones hat. He's gonna search for dinosaurs on Ken Hamm's, Raiders of the Lost Tax Money Ark. Jinger chooses a pair of fashion boots that could work in any city. Not very Texas of either of them.

7. All About Jinger....she makes bread, like most of her siblings do. She can shoot a gun and get bad Gothard home perms and is close to her siblings. A little too close to Joseph for comfort. They reshow that old odd clip of Joe at phony ALERT military camp and Jinger all teary-eyed crying for her "man". Seriously! He's your brother, not your man. What is going on behind the scenes with this family?  Again we hear how close Jinger and Jessa are. That fills up about ten whole minutes. yawn..........

8.  The trio gets to Laredo after midnight and of course have to immediately unpack the car. I'm gonna guess that Jinger slept in the guest room and Jed slept with Jeremy. Sounds Duggarish. Then they have a facetime meeting with the wedding planner and then they recap their courtship and engagement again! Before Jinger leaves, they hang her roadkill deer head on the wall above the guest room bed. Nothing spells love like a dead animal in the house.

9. All About Jinger....she's a good encourager, piano player, grocery shopper and laundry slave. John jokes that Joe will have to do the laundry now but they both laugh knowing their dainty little hands aren't meant for such tough work as laundry.

10. So, I leaned nothing new about Jinger in this episode except roadkill will end up on her wall. Bye babes!