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starzshopoflove · 6 months

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But did he ever make you cry? (Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x Reader)

Notes: fem reader! sfw, literally just me projecting onto reader, best friend Soap! Pining!! Hurt/comfort! I'll make this a series if you guys like it (WC: 1.7)

(Pov first person in italics)

God when is this gonna be fucking over

I’ve been here for what? 4 hours? He just keeps going on and on and on about his ex and “How crazy she was”. When was the last time he asked me something, feels like I'm sitting here for decoration. If he wanted to talk about another girl he could have found a therapist or something, Jesus.

This might be up there in the top 10 worst dates, maybe after that freak who got up in my ear after coffee asking if I wanted to go back to his place. Am I cursed?? What is it about me and attracting these absolute losers?

Its been a while since you’ve gone out a bit rough around the edges since your last breakup. Sure the relationship wasn't that serious but it still bothered you that he left because “You weren't putting out enough” after he said it was fine that you wanted to take things slow. You got your hopes up a bit too high after this guy (absolute fuckin DWEEB) in your lecture asked if you could grab dinner together. You just wasted a solid 2 hours picking out a cute little skirt and doing your makeup checking twice to make sure you looked nothing less then too the 9’s.

And then he shows up in a baggy pair of khaki joggers and hoodie, y'know after he said “Get pretty I’ll take you somewhere nice”. Oh but of course he just “accidentally” forgot the reservations but that's fine he knows a great place nearby. The great place being a diner in the middle of a highway rest with fluorescent lights that flickered too often with a weird smell in the air.

His table manners were practically non-existent smacking his lips when he chewed, sucking on his fingers and getting ketchup on his face. That sight alone made you put down your fork that barely poked at your clearly reheat mush they insisted was a pasta dish. Oh and he wouldn’t stop fucking talking, honestly you were starting to question how it was possible he hadnt choked on his food when he spoke.

You need to get out now. Any Longer at this table and your dignity might start slipping away. He yapped on about whatever as you tuned it out, nodding your head like you cared slowly tucking your phone back into your purse and pulling it onto your shoulder. You were already drawing up a game plan in your head, bathroom, call your roommate, tell her to come get you and block his number. Perfectly full proof.

“You mind if I slip out for a moment? I gotta head to the bathroom, won't be long promise.”

You slapped on a fake smile as he shot you a nod with a sleezy grin, all your senses pulled you back into reality as you felt disgust pool in your gut at the sight of him noticing more off putting things about the longer you looked. You platforms clicked as you pattered off into the one stall bathroom, you stood up straight inside not wanting to lean on the wall when you noticed the dried piss stains and mysterious gunk smeared on it.

It was suffocating, every second of it. The smell, The lights, the noise and of course him. You felt insulted, was this really the kind of place you deserved to be taken out too? You don't get to be wined and dined every now and then do you? Even after you spend days in class or at work and heaving your bones to the campus library to study for the hundreds of tests your professors insist on giving you.

You let out a sigh of contempt digging through your purse shoving the ugly rearing head of disappointment back as you pulled out your phone. Scrolling through the contact list to find your roommates number chewing on your thumbnail as you brought your phone up to your ear letting it ring, feeling your heart pound further the longer the phone rang. You but down hard once you heard the automated message trill, a heavy sigh leaving your chest as you slumped against the wall of your stall running a hand through your hair.

What the fuck am I gonna do, I can’t stay here any longer or i’m not gonna be held responsible for whatever happens to him if he brings up how much he loves blondes again.

You swallowed your pride unlocking your phone again scrolling up your contact list hoping he wouldn’t be too mad at having to save you from this god awful excuse for a date as you eyes settled on his number

“Johnny 🧼”

You thumb pressed down on the number bringing your shakey hand back up to your ear, the pressure that was just annoying you got heavier on your chest the longer you thought about having to stay here with him. You might burst into tears if you had to stay another hour and listen to this loser describe how much he likes girls that are the exact opposite of you basically holding you hostage to listen on this “date”

The ringing stopped when a sigh on the other end of the line broke the silence

“Ello?”

You felt the pressure on your chest bubble and pop once you heard his voice, your own cracking a little as you spoke up. Yeah it was embarrassing to cry over the phone but it would be more embarrassing to sit there and finish the date with red eyes.

“Johnny,, please tell me your not busy right now”

“Can’t be busy when yer asleep”

Your voice was shaky which chilled his nerves with worry, you don’t call him at night unless it was an emergency and with the way you sounded all he could do was think the worst

“What’s wrong bonnie”

It was more of a hushed gentle voice than any annoyance you anticipated, he couldn’t see it but you were already bleary eyed and pouting over the line.

You sat down closing the toilet lid as another shakey sigh let you while the seat creaked under you. You felt you words choke up in your throat pressing heavy on your sternum. You wanted to explain yourself, tell him how horrible your date went, how you felt stupid for going out with him, and how sorry you are for bothering him at night knowing he just got back from a mission only a few days ago.

“Talk to me bonnie, can’t help if you dinnae tell me”

“Can you come get me, ‘m sorry”

Barely a whisper over the phone, Johnny was already imagining the worst when you asked him that. You could hear him shuffling around the room already pressing his phone between his shoulder and ear. In his head you were already kidnapped locked away in some cellar ready to be shipped away, when you were just sniffling and tearing up in a shitty diner bathroom.

“You ok? nbody hurtin you?”

You could hear him tugging his heavy boots on, finally letting out a breath you were suffocating to hold knowing you’d finally get out of here

“No ‘m just not having a good time please, i’ll tell you when your here.”

Johnny looked down hearing his phone ping with the location hushing your sniffling through the line as he opened up the map shutting his front door and quickly sliding into his pick up.

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The wait felt like forever, it wasn’t of course you watched the clock religiously. 8 minutes, Johnny sped across town in 8 minutes for you, probably breaking a few laws he’d wave away once he got here.

He walked into the diner seeing it empty, your date no where to be seen while he took in the atmosphere. It was disgusting, and all he could think about was how you got here and why you would ever be here heavily sighing as he paced over knocking on the bathroom door leaning slightly against the door as he waited for your response or even just a sound.

“Steamin Jesus,, lovie you in here?”

He could hear shuffling on the other side as you opened the door up looking up at him with a pouted face and flushed face trying to hold back any noise or tears not wanting to cry in front of him. His hand slowly went to the small of your back gently rubbing and guiding you away from the loo.

“What you doin out ‘ere alone bunny?”

His voice was low as he mumbled down to you softly, face screwed and eyebrows furrowed while he peered down at you spinning your head around the small dinner seeing your abandoned table and spotting a napkin with writing on it.

You moved over to the table reading the napkins silently

“Tif called, had a good time with you, sorry this didn’t work out!”

He left. He asked you out and left you abandoned in the middle of a dinner after trying to feed you shitty food. He asked you out and thought it was fine to treat you like this. This was the straw that broke your back crumpling the napkin under your hand as you pressed your palms on the table hanging your head, you’ve already embarrassed yourself enough what’s the worst some crying can do.

Johnny watching you crumble felt like a punch to his gut knocking all the air out of his lungs, He moves your hand off the napkin reading it and turning his head to you. Your hands already found your face hiding your shame as you stifled your sobs and swallowed thickly at the fat tears pouring down your face. He could be angry later when he finally got his hands on who ever hurt you

He pulled your hands off your face, wrapping you in his arms one hand on the small of your back, another petting at your hair, hushing you softly as you slid your hands up to cling at his shirt burying your face into his chest shaking and heaving as you tried not to be loud. He petted at your hair, rocking you gently holding you close tucking your head under his chin as he slowly turned back to sit down in the booth tugging you down to his lap letting you curl up in on him again letting you cry to him as he coo’d to you

“Shh poor darling girl, talk to me bonnie, breath ts ok ‘m here for ye”

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themurderofcrowscollective · 8 months

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@cod-dump I bringeth you my personal batch of teen Ghost and Soap stuff cause your AU is fucking golden Valentine's Day

So the love for Soap that has been brewing in Ghost for a good while is nearly at it's fullest, and dare I say it, he's actually planning on asking him to be his valentine. One issue though, Ghost is as anxious as can be. He has spent night and day fantasizing over Soap ever since they met, trying to fight his own feelings but ultimately accepting them as they are. So one day after school, Ghost decides to talk to his dad. And I shit you not, Price wasn't prepared for this just like Ghost when he asked the question " Dad, what- I- fucking hell- Okay I have a crush on Soap and I'm sure you know this but how do I ask him to be my valentine? " Now mind you, Price always thought he would never see the day where Ghost comes to him for relationship advice so he nearly spits out his coffee when he's asked that but he composes himself and leans back in his chair. " Well... when it came to my first crush, I had asked him what kind of flower he liked and on Valentine's day, I asked him to be my valentine with his favorite flower in my hand. " Ghost giggled a bit. " Was it Nik? " He stopped giggling when Price looked at him with a 'really?' look on his face. Anyways, Ghost said thanks for the advice and decided to do just that so the next day at school, just near the lockers, Ghost mustered up the courage to talk to Soap. " Hey Soap, I got a question. " " Hi Ghost, what's up? " Ghost felt a lump in his throat as he tried speaking. " Hypothetically, uh... if someone was to be interested in you and asked you what flower you l-like, what- uh- what would you tell them? H-Hypothetically! " Ghost really tried to not act like a total dweeb about it but when Soap laughed, his heart fluttered and he could feel the blush crawl up onto his cheeks. After the laughter that sent Ghost's heart soaring, Soap finally answered. " I like orchids, Simon. " That really did it for Ghost, being called Simon made him weak in the knees and his heart melted. Before he got lost staring into Soap's pretty eyes, he snapped back to reality. " Orchids, got it. Um. S-See you then. " The whole day he couldn't focus on anything, sneaking his phone and looking up places that sell orchids in class. His usual attitude in school was mostly just him being by himself and occasionally picking on Gaz but today he had his head in the clouds. Even Gaz noticed when he approached Ghost during lunch, he was so absentminded that Gaz had to be a little shit and kept asking random questions all of which Ghost mindlessly said 'mhm' or 'yep' as he looked at Soap from across the cafeteria.

As soon as they get home, Gaz immediately yells " DAAAAAD, GHOST IS BROKEEEEN!! " which alarms Price a bit as he approaches the two. " In what way? " Gaz points at Ghost who's in a lovestruck daze. He waves his hand in front of Ghost's eyes who looks at him and giggles a bit before saying " Soap likes orchids. " " Uh oh. " " What? " Gaz tilts his head. " Ghost is in love, not a single thought is behind those eyes. " The next few days, Ghost had been doodling in his private journal and learned how to draw an orchid so once he had enough money to buy stuff, he didn't go to the store he usually went to for snacks or drinks, he made a different turn and headed to this nice flower shop he has visited before. It's his secret favorite place. After talking with the shop clerk and buying a bouquet of orchids, Ghost was really excited and his plan was set in motion. Honestly, Gaz couldn't ruin the excitement for Ghost so he just listened to Ghost's rambles of Soap and for once, didn't tease him. On Valentine's Day, the day that Ghost's been excited for, he decided to wear something decent and had kept the bouquet fresh and watered. As he entered school, looking at the decorations that's been hung up during the weekend, he felt a pat on his shoulder from Gaz which meant 'best of luck bro'. He could feel his heart pounding as he searched for Soap, finding him near the lockers yet again with a gift box in his hand. Holding the bouquet close to him and clearing his throat, Ghost went for it. " Um... Johnny? " Soap turned around quickly, he never thought how good his name sounded when Ghost said his name. " Oh hi Simon, um... happy valentine's day. " " Y-You too, uh... listen, I... got you these. " He awkwardly hands Soap the bouquet, enjoying the sight of his eyes widening and his smile getting bigger as he accepts the bouquet. Before he forgot though, Simon fidgeted with his mask as he spoke. " Johnny, would... would you like to go out with m-me? On a date? " Johnny blushed deeply as he stammered his words, " Y-Yeah! S-Sure, uh... I thought you'd n-never ask. " Your honor, these boys are too cute for their own good. Before class started though, Johnny handed Simon the gift box which had a charm of a ghost attached to a chain and also; a small kiss on the cheek. Simon blue-screened after that, blushing even more redder than a tomato. (more to be added, damn you word limit)

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idlesana · 1 year

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fairy of shampoo

sana x reader ; fluff

summary: your manager decides you need to teach the new coworker the ways of your job. only issue is the new hire is drop dead gorgeous and almost inevitable to fall for

"so, y/n," your manager started, eyes trailing from you to graze over the neatly stapled packet of papers in front of him. his eyes flicked from separate parts of the first page, before licking his lips-- in more of a focused manner-- and readjusting his gaze.

you'd been confused since you walked in. you were a good worker, maybe even the best here, and hadn't done anything "talk" worthy.

that's why you were shocked to feel a tap on your shoulder by your boss mid serving a table-- talk about embarrassing.

"hey, we need to-"

"ah!"

was your last exclamation before spiling waters all over some new elderly guests.

maybe that was fire worthy and your boss tapping you was just a test of reflexes in the workplace. or not.

your boss seemed to of noticed your haze as you spaced out into thoughts of earlier, a light flush of embarrassment flushing your cheeks for the second time around.

he, or rather, soobin, cleared his throat.

soobin, your boss of however long now. he seemed a bit young to be running the shop, especially for its current size and reputation, but he explains it as his "dad suddenly abandoning all business projects to move to maui with his new fiancé and leaving him to handle everything".

"listen, we have a new worker joining the team." he said, adjusting in his seat to make his posture more prim. he sniffed, clearly looking for more words as he let his eyes space out on his office decor.

you looked at him with a raised brow and squinted eyes, wondering what he was getting at.

you'd never trained a new hire before-- it was always one of the other, more experienced guys. also guys who'd been giving walk throughs of the job to every new hire. it was routine at this point.

"she's,"

there it is. your expression relaxed, slumping back into the stiff office chair across from his desk.

the word 'she' was enough to enlighten you. you were the only other girl who worked dining hall, if that's what this mystery girl was going for, she'd be bombarded by some teen boys who'd never really touched a woman. or even really seen one for that matter.

"she's super pretty, like i asked her if she came from a modeling agency and she laughed at me. and her laugh, so melodious, so congenial-"

"soobin."

"sorry. but you get my point! not even i can stop thinking of her, imagine those 18 or 17 year old dweebs that-"

"soobin."

"sorry. shouldn't have said dweebs, informal. those... degenerates that've never spoke to women. i mean look they drool over you all the time! imagine them trying to teach some lady i thought was a model! and she's flirty too. bad."

"soobin. one, don't say degenerates. as funny and true as it is this isn't exactly workplace vocabulary. two i bet the flintiness was the delusion seeping into your brain and corrupting it with false hearings." you sighed, fingers now pinching the bridge of your nose, unsure of how your boss could be so, so ridiculous sometimes.

"she was flirting! she said i looked good in a suit." soobin 'hmped' clearly taking some offence to these accusations.

"whatever you say. what's her name and when do i need to get started."

"friday, five pm. her name is sana."

"what?!" you almost yelled, at least it felt that way-- you'd only raised your voice a little. "five pm? friday? that's when i make triple the amount of a usual night soobin." you huffed, crossing your arms over your body and tilting your head at him.

on a friday, the typical crowd varied, but the crowd were all big tippers. from elderly couples drowning in money to drunken men trying to find a girl to take home. working as a female server on a day like that was as good as being a celebrity.

"i am your boss, y/n."

"ugh, not this."

"and you will listen."

you were sat at a table, acrylics tapping hastily on your phone in order to match soobin's load of texts. you let out a small scoff, eyes rolling at his adoration toward the new girl, and his very obvious crush.

minatozaki sana-- the new hire, the statuesque beauty that had your boss on edge. you hadn't seen her yet, but despite your annoyed behavior you were presenting, you were eager. not only because there was a new girl and all the stares would disperse to her, but also to maybe have some eye candy at work. you called it inspiration-- and wouldn't let it become anything more.

you sighed again, now ignoring soobin's rush of anxious messages and opting to scroll instagram, liking few posts here and there. sort of relaxed minus the hustle of workers and customers around you. but not all peace lasts forever.

"hey!"

you jumped a little, only mildly startled by the honey sweet voice. you looked up, cheeks flushed, only to meet the eyes of an angel. soobin was not wrong.

sana was in baggy jeans, high rise, and not too big, just right. a pair of boots, even from the distance you could read the small prada logo on them. her shirt was fitted, again, not too tight but not too loose, and it had some cute logo on the front. overtop was a racer jacket, matching the color of the logo on her white shirt. it was oversized and looked so warm-- you started to feel jealous at your lack of jacket. her hair was dark and wavy, perfectly framing her face, and her perfectly carved jaw, and her warm eyes you couldn't pull away from, and those full lips that-

"are you alright?"

that voice, ugh, it wasn't fair. it was warm and partially low, much to your demise.

"uh- sorry! yes, sorry." you faltered, voice shaking and body turning into a 90 degree bow. you heard sana begin to laugh, only making your face hotter. it was just as melodious as soobin explained.

"don't be. you're cute. i'm sana." she chimed. you'd swore you'd start sweating at this point, face hot and definerly red.

"s-sana! i'm y/n. i'll be showing you around i suppose." you stuttered, mentally slapping yourself. you needed to get ahold of yourself before all hope is lost with sana, but god would it be hard when she looked and talked how she did.

"pretty name, suits you. let's go?" she smiled, turning her head slightly to motion behind her.

"yeah.."

this walk through would be the way you died.

you'd mentally decided your own fate only half way through the walk through. with sana's random and most definetly not work place friendly flirtatious quips and the 'subtle' touches she'd leave on your skin-- you were positive you were done for.

"so, is that all?" sana smiled, snapping you away from your thoughts. the smile on her face was enough to put you to your knees, having to use all the strenght you had to stand upright.

"uh, yeah! you start monday i think, and i'll be working the same hours as you, just in case you need help." you smiled back, positive there was a pink tint to your cheeks.

"perfect. you know you're-"

"sana! i see y/n has showed you around."

soobin.

you could hear the way he was making his voice more stable, and even a little deeper. he wore his most expensive suit, one you'd recongnized from when he made you join him to shop for date attire. dior pocket square adding the smallest detail. a grin was adorning his face, subtle and clearly having flirtatious intent. sana turned from you hesitantly, only before throwing a warm smile on her face.

"oh, hello soobin. good to see you." sana winked, which in any other scenario, would make you melt and would burn your cheeks up. but the only thing hot now was your blood as you clenched your teeth together, forcing a tight lipped smile onto your face.

you were beyond jealous.

"you look as gorgeous as before! still such a model." soobin flirted, words rolling off his tongue smoothly, and causing sana to let out that heavenly giggle.

"and you still look good in a suit, i see." sana responded, hand reaching out for his forearm. you felt your heart nearly sink.

"uhm, i got to go." you coughed, not really wanting to interrupt, but wanting to leave asap.

"what?" sana muttered, watching as you scrambled to put your items into your purse.

"i-uh." you started, eyes trying not to meet hers. "i just am feeling, tired." you lied, standing up straight and bowing to both sana and soobin. you quickly turned on your heel, hearing your shoe squeak on the floor.

"wait!"

you felt a hand hit yours, enveloping it in a sudden warmth, contrasting to the cold weather. it locked perfectly with yours, and the skin was so soft against you. you turned around, eyes meeting sana's at a closer distance that you'd been expecting. you had almost let out a sound at the small gap between the two of you.

"i want you to take my jacket, it's freezing." sana beamed, holding her leather racing jacket in her free hand. you were still focused on the distance and how sana's hand hadn't left yours.

"you don't have to." you muttered, eyes shaking as they met hers. you'd sworn her look was of adoration-- but you brushed that off as overthinking.

"i do. to thank you. please take it." she nudged the jacket into your chest to accentuate her point further.

"i, okay." you said, unable to resist sana's hopeful expression. you started throwing the jacket over your arms, noticing the sweet smell that infiltrated you nose, and the warmth the jacket had provided you.

"should be helpful since i walked here."

"what!?!?"

and that's how you ended up in sana's car, that honeyed and husky voice humming along to whatever song came on-- even singing some lyrics.

"thank you sana, you didn't have to." you hummed, turning to look at her as she drove. her side profile was flawless, as if she had jumped out from an illustration.

"i did! you showed me around today. plus, i'd never let someone as gorgeous as you walk home at this hour." she smiled as she said those words, almost knowing you were staring. your face heated up for what felt like the nth time today. however, you couldn't shy away from looking at her.

the car came to a stop, a new red light illuminating her face.

"if you think i'm that pretty just ask me out, you could look at me much longer." sana grinned, turning to meet your now burning face.

"i-i'm so sorry! i didn't want to make you uncomfortable." you murmered, turning away and looking down at your hands in your lap.

"hey," sana started, reaching to grab one of your hands over your thigh as she kept driving, "it's okay."

what wasn't okay was whatever was happening right now. not that you didn't want it to happen, but god were you going to melt away right into the seats of her sports car.

you couldn't respond, to worried about your voice giving out. this left the both of you to drive in silence, other than sana humming to some new song.

monday came faster then expected.

you went from worrying about sana in your bed all weekend, unable to shake the thought of her. her and her soft hands, and welcoming perfume and perfect lips.

now, you were at work, trying your darndest to ignore sana until the end of your shift. whether it be pretending to be extra busy, or holding more eventful conversation with customers.

which, shockingly, worked.

but of course,

"hey! let me drive you home y/nnie." sana called to you, watching you slip on your normal sneakers you'd worn before changing into uniform.

today sana's outfit was more laid back, just some grey baggy sweats and an oversized black hoodie. she still managed to look like a runway model in her cozy clothes.

"you don't have to, sana." you smiled back, trying your hardest to resist her charms. you stood upright, watching as she walked over to you, reaching out that glorious hand to yours.

"come on. i want to talk to you."

back in sana's flashy white sports car. you found yourself wondering where sana got all this money as you watched streetlights and corner stores pass your vision.

there was a lack of sana's humming, and no song on the radio at all. the silence was comforting and sweet, but you sensed sana's thoughts the whole car ride. feeling her eyes on you at any stop light. similar to what you did her the first car ride.

what else was different, was the car being parked at an unfamiliar location. obviously not the lobby to your apartment building that you'd entered time and time again.

you looked around, rubbing your eyes and letting out a small groan as you stretched. you found yourself almost in awe, admiring the coolly lit lamps and the blossoming trees, small white flowers falling to the floor with each gust of wind.

you turned to sana, who for once, looked nervous. light pink tint on her cheeks and a bashful smile on her lips. you couldn't help but smile back.

"what's this?" you asked, tilting your head at her.

"the trees are blossoming this season, i figured you'd like to see. let's go walk? there's some benches down this way." sana said, voice hopeful and cheery, yet still managing to fluster you.

"i'd really love to sana, but i don't have a jacket and it's a little cold, no?" you frowned, not wanting to upset her any. especially not after the thoughtful surprise.

sana's smile didn't falter, she only unbuckled her seatbelt, letting out a quiet 'hold on', before reaching behind her seat, retrieving a white hoodie. you couldn't help but coo at her thoughtfulness, letting your fingers sink into the fabric as you took it from her, putting over your own body.

immediately, the same sweet scent from her jacket the first time you saw her wafted into your nose, filling your senses and warming your body up.

"let's go?"

sana and you had been hand in hand since leaving her car.

her hands were soft, actually, soft was an understatement. they were near perfect, fitting yours perfectly, size a little larger, acrylics at the ends of her fingertips that were neat and new. her hand provided another warmth like you'd never felt before, less of a physical warmth and more of a comforting, mental warmth. one that made your heart flutter and your cheeks burn with color. an effect sana seemed to always have on you.

"here's good." she mumbled, nodding her head toward a bench sat under a lamppost and trees surrounding.

as the two of you sat, you took note of sana's fidgety, nervous state. you'd only seen her a couple of times, but you knew of her typical confident demeanor.

as you sat, sana's eyes locked with yours, reflecting a more timid and sheepish emotion, not the usual flirtatious one.

"so, y/n," sana started, eyes pulling away from yours to try and focus on the trees and not the overwhelming weight on her heart. her nerves were getting to her, it was obvious, from the shaky eyes to the bouncing of her leg.

you took note of this, putting a reassuring hand on her previously bouncing knee, looking at her with a concerned and welcoming expression.

her eyes met yours once again, face less stiff and more comfortable. rosy flush on her cheeks and warm smile illuminating her face.

"so, i know we only have known each other for like, a day, or whatever," she contiuned, reaching for your hand on her knee to hold, body turning to face you with regained confidence.

"but, i really like you, a lot. and i'm sorry if it's creepy or if you don't even like girls but, there is just something about you. like, you're so gorgeous and even the way you put your hand on my knee to reassure me and the way you talk with that flawless voice. it's all a lot for me, not in a bad way, just a wow kinda way, if that makes sense. i can't sit back and watch our coworkers drool over you knowing we have equal chance, i just want to know you're mine. sorry thats creepy and-"

you cut her off by pressing your lips against hers. she tasted like strawberry chapstick and everything sweet and her lips were just as pillowy against yours as you'd imagined the first day you saw her. she hummed into the kiss, moving her hand up to your jaw to better lean into the touch, your hands moving to tangle in her hair, the both of you pulling each other flush to one another. before letting anything get too far, you made the move to pull away, to both of yours dismay. but you couldn't stop thinking of how late it was getting and also how hard it was starting to get to breath. she let out a groan, one of more annoyance then anything, before looking into your eyes with a familiar smirk on her lips.

"i like you too, sana. a lot" you responded, head turning away as you tried hiding your reddened cheeks.

"i can tell." she grinned, teasing tone lacing her words.

"hey!"

the two of you started walking back, hand in hand once again, laughing about some random topics, before sana's phone went off.

"who is it?" you asked, quirking a brow, genuinely curious as to who it could be.

"ah, our boss, soobin." she sighed, putting her phone back in her pocket.

your eyes immediately widened and jaw slightly dropped. uh oh.

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jackhues · 5 months

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our house - arber xhekaj

notes: i hope you guys like this, third fic for 'it's the most wonderful time of the year', a bit of domesticy fluff for this one :))

likes are good, reblogs are better <3

part of naqia's end of the year celly!

gif not mine

"we got the gingerbread houses!" arber announced, ushering your daughter inside before closing the door.

hana, your daughter, came stumbling in the kitchen, holding a gingerbread box that was much too big for her. your husband followed close behind, just in case she dropped it.

"is the icing ready already?" she asked, putting the gingerbread house box on the edge of the counter. arber laughed, picking her up a bit to help her place it more securely.

"it's ready!" arian, your son, said proudly to his little sister. "mommy and i made so many colours, look daddy!"

"oh wow," arber grinned at the different colours you and arian had been mixing up while he went shopping with hana. he ruffled arian's hair, "good job. this is gonna be the best gingerbread house ever!"

"i wanna see too!" hana raised her hands for arber to lift her. "show me, please."

arber lifted her up, showing her the reds, and blues, and pinks, and yellows you and arian had mixed up.

"woww," she muttered. "can i eat it?"

"no, hana," arian shook his head, sounding like a tired old man. "we need to decorate the house first."

"i can eat it after?"

"you can eat it after," he agreed.

you and arber shared a grin at their interaction. you had two kids and they were basically polar opposites. arian was the calmest child you'd ever met, absolutely content with whatever you gave him. meanwhile hana needed to cause chaos wherever she stepped.

"okay, okay, now that we have everything, we can start building," you decided.

you all grabbed the icing, candies, and gingerbread house, making your way to the living room. you'd set up an old tarp on the carpet just in case anything spilled (which was basically a certain with hana involved).

"for you, my love," arber held out the gingerbread box. "you may do the honours."

you laughed, ripping open the box as arber and your kids cheered. you broke apart the pieces, handing everyone a piece of the wall. putting the roof on the side, you turned to your piece of the gingerbread house.

hana immediately grabbed the yellow frosting and began spreading it all over the wall she had gotten.

"hana, it's going to make it heavy. the wall won't -- never mind," arian decided. "do whatever you want."

"okay," hana shrugged, continuing to spread the icing all over her gingerbread piece.

across from her, arian pipes a small amount of blue around the edges, drawing designs on it. across from you, arber drew a heart on his wall, with both of your initials inside, and hana and arian's right outside.

"you're such a dweeb," you rolled your eyes, laughing at his grin.

the four of you watched the home alone movies as you decorated your gingerbread pieces, laughing at each other's pieces and trying to hide your pieces from the others.

"i'm done," arian smiled, holding out his piece.

the rest of you brought your own pieces out, getting ready to build the actual house.

"oh no, it's falling!" hana cried, pointing at her piece.

she's smothered so much icing on it that it wouldn't stay up, no matter how much arber tried to get it stay.

"hold up, let me do it," you said, playing around with the icing. you allowed her piece to lean on the other walls. after a few minutes, you stepped back, grinning. "ta-da!"

"yay!" hana clapped.

arian laughed at her reaction, happy to see the gingerbread house standing.

"i don't know how you do it," arber muttered to himself, staring at you in awe.

"do what?" you asked.

"make me fall in love with you a little more," he answered simply.

you blushed, shoving him away as he laughed and pulled you close. you gave in, leaning against his chest as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"okay, stop being mushy guys," hana turned back to the gingerbread house. "it's time to make the roof."

you and arber exchanged a look, bursting into laughter.

"of course, princess," arber grinned at her. "let's make the roof of our house together."

#naqia's end of the year celly!#naqia writes!#arber xhekaj #arber xhekaj imagine #arber xhekaj x reader #arber xhekaj blurb #arber xhekaj imagines #arber xhekaj blurbs #arber xhekaj fluff #arber xhekaj one shot #montreal canadiens #montral canadiens x reader #nhl one shot #nhl fic #hockey one shot #hockey fic #hockey

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marthammasters · 3 months

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@revenge-of-the-assbutt @firstaidspray @sachermorte thank u for enabling me NEWAY since I’ve been too dead to do any of my own hobbies here’s some thoughts on House & Co’s physical hobbies/lil crafts & such they do in the comfort of their home<3:

House: canonically does a ton of shit like piano/guitar/cooking/so on but In the spirit of him resisting change (At Times!) I think he’s gotten very good if not makes a fun time out of mending clothes🥺…. Didn’t wanna throw away his favorite shirts so it started w small hems+resizings until he looked up more tips online and get decorative w it. Pretty contrasting colors/patterns now randomly laid on his shirts and pants w only the careful eye(Cuddy+Wilson) to notice. If anyone cares

Wilson: gardening. Well as much one can do within his apartments/pretty nonplant friendly homes. He’s not a super greenthumb expert but it always gives him a lil confidence boost when he’s able to grow out spices and herbs & such to use in his cooking ♥️

Cuddy: she seems like a collage-making kind of girlie💗💗 no specific theme in em or anything but she still holds onto the potential self-aid of making vision boards and it’s relaxing for her to go thru magazines/etc + cut out whatever interests her enough to use. Rachel tries and cutely fails to help 💓💓💓

Chase: ironically enough for the prodigal son lol but . He genuinely seems like someone who enjoys spending time in silence/music doing puzzles w 1000+ pieces & such #DWEEB❤️. House once got him a 5000 piece puzzle of a kangaroo or w/e as a joke and he is Determined to complete it. In due time chase…

Foreman: the thought of Foreman crocheting is so dear to me….. he doesn’t rly tell anyone ab it but there’s a lot of half-finished + worn projects as proof around his home. #angsting it sorry but I think he took it up after his mom started deteriorating bc she crocheted too and it was a fonder reminder + sumn they could do together. One yr he gave the fellow ducklings scarves he made as Xmas gift. Not that he told him he made it tho😅#repressed

Cameron: I think she has a moderately sized zen garden on a table somewhere in her home she takes SERIOUS. Changes the lines/circles in the sand periodically, sees what new arrangement of rocks she can do etc etc. Girl that thing is meant to be relaxing!! also colorcodes/sticker-covers/etc her planner like a CHAMP.

Amber: she has the most well-detailed prettiest most concerning-when-read journal/diary everrrr. Dedicates a specific time in every day to it w specific pens of various colors. Some of the recounting even have lil doodles or if she takes the journal out w her she draws her view wherever she is<3 they’re literal chickenscratch but its still fun and fulfilling. It’s a bibleesque piece to Wilson’s Amber shrine btw

Thirteen: she’s hard to analyze for me soz 13heads I do love her #trust… nonetheless I bet she goes to hella dance classes. Partially for the exercise partially for the fun partially for the need to experience Life partially for the women. Heh. She’s rly into zumba, jazz, contemporary classes to be specific.

Taub: ok ok so remember when he did/bought pottery or w/e to convince his wife he was being faithful. I think he’d do it for real as a joke/alibi then be like wait…. This is kinda fun…? There’s no constraints to what he can make + the sculpting reminds him vaguely of plastic surgery work so he keeps it up.

Kutner: I think he draws + writes his own lil comics/zines 🫶 they’re mostly scifi or superhero and more than a lil inspired by his fave preexisting medias . He likes using the crazy cases he’s experienced w House as story inspo. Also he 4 sure runs dnd campaigns so well and fun. Btw

Masters: she’s a suckerrrr for trivia nights my lil nerd wife<3 but um anyway when she wants to relax she Really doesn’t want sumn that can become info overload so in free time she’ll make friendship bracelets, lil shapes/figures out of string, etc. Will someone please give this woman a full on loom to go cray with!!!!

Park: I can see it so clearly . I can see her lil handpainted warhammer and other tabletop game figures so perfectly in my head. She paints more than she actually plays(but she does !). God save you if you touch or tumble them.

Adams: I kinda DGAF about her sorry women… hmm there’s sumn compelling ab her doing blackout poetry plus occasionally full-on written when the inspo hits! started as a boredom thing in her job in the prison w whatever book she brought in then she kept on doing it w more and more written pieces she comes across.

I put so much time into this. Perhaps too much.😭feel free to gimme y’all’s thoughts on this/ur own ideas :3

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sweetbeagaming · 30 days

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Okay I'm actually done done this time lmao the final plan fits everything I need! Breakdown below in case anyone is a planning dweeb like me.

The mods I use for barn and coop interiors have room for processing, so I'll need no sheds per unit. One small shed for fishing/recycling stuff by the lake with crab pots. Crab pots will also go in the pond by the coops in early game, but I usually move these to the island later. I like to make an aquarium with my fave fish and legends towards end game. One small shed for caviar processing and additional fishing stuff. Two big sheds for kegs. The cellar mod I use has more than enough space for that many casks. I normally have a forge shed for ores, but the quarry mod I'm using has a shed so I'm just going to use that one.

Since there's so much interior space available for me, it left room for an additional Junimo crop field in the middle as well as two bee house set ups. I love the bees and I will always have hives. They pay for themselves quickly. And I've never actually used the Junimos before so I'm excited for that since this many animals will need a lot of TLC. I have plenty of room for additional fruit trees at the bottom, but considering how much grass all of the animals will need I might just cut those out and extend the fields.

The cave mod I use is pretty big so I plan to move my mushroom logs in there. I want to learn how to properly utilize the slime hutch this time around which is why I have one set up next to a lighting rod field. Also the slimes are cute and I luv them.

By the end of the game I will be making more money than I possibly ever need to. But for me it's about the journey and I'll be taking more time to decorate and enjoy this time around. Very excited!

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew posting #meadowlands farm #honey acres farm

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punk-in-docs · 2 years

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🎃Trick? or Treat?🎃

Summary: Eddie’s friends don’t actually believe you’re really dating him, and they require some proof. Cause no way has the freak scored a girl like you- 3k- a dirty funky little drabble really…

Reader is related to my Eddie Series. Come take a look-

“There is no way. There’s just no way.” Dustin piped up. Dismissing it with a shake of his curly head.

“Agreed.” Mike pitched in, solidly. “I don’t buy it.”

They’re talking to each other like you aren’t even there.

“It’s gotta be a set up.” Comes Gareth’s opinion. Nodding as he points his fork at Mike. A wedge of yellow fruit speared on the end.

“A bet right?” Says Jeff. Crossing his arms and eyeing you up, like he’s waiting for the punchline.

You were currently sat at the Hellfire table, so dubbed the freaks’ spot by the jocks, in the canteen.

It was Fall. Inside there were paper streamers looped about the walls in twisting orange and black. Cardboard cut-out Jack-o-lanterns and skulls sneer from the walls.

Outside was a mucky amalgamation of Indiana Fall. Bone chilling rain and sticky brown-gold leaves, that had come off the trees days earlier. The huge windows in here misty muggy and smeared condensation with rain knifing down the glass the other side. The sky is dark grey, all bruised, and heaving with chowder thick clouds.

Droopy paper halloween decorations are tacked everywhere in this space that smells like stale pepperoni pizza. Hand made felt tip posters are tacked up on every surface for the ‘Fright Night’ party happening in the gym.

Now you were looking down the table at five very concerned faces. All of whom were waiting for you to spill the truth.

Quite frankly, they’re all looking at you like you’re Judas Iscariot at a disciples reunion.

Your eyes darted around from person to person.

They don’t believe you exist. They can’t believe it.

They cannot buy that you’re dating the curly haired scarecrow that is their metal headed Hellfire Leader. Your Eddie.

Who at this moment had dashed out in the rain to the parking lot with his black hoodie yanked over his wild hair, cause he left his lighter in his van.

And cause you’d left your chapstick in there in the glove compartment. And well, he did offer to retrieve it for you. Such a Prince.

“What part of are you guys having trouble understanding?” You ask as you reach in your bag for your book, and your brown paper bag of home made lunch. Chicken salad sandwich and a bag of chips. Extra large portions. You knew who would be stealing half your lunch.

Your chunky blue sweater slides off one shoulder. Revealing a lilac bra strap and a definite indication of a grape-purple hickie nestled in the crook your neck. The mystery continues.

“It’s gotta be fake. You’re like, dating a jock or something, aren’t you?” Jeff narrows his eyes at you like you’re a suspect.

Your gaze is packed in snow. Something razor cold skimmed off the Arctic Ocean.

“I take offence at that, dweeb.” You lob your eraser at his head.

That move is eerily similar to… someone else.

You hold your hand out, palm up to him, with a thundering frown. He throws your pink eraser back.

“But you’re-“ Mike starts. Then his tongue stunts itself.

You pause. Brows shooting up your head.

“I’m what, Wheeler?” Your tone invites him to think very carefully about his next words.

“You’re a girl.” He splutters.

“Hey. Only on the outside, kid.” You wink and click your tongue at him. Grinning. Widening your eyes. You learnt that from someone else too. The Kubrick stare.

“No- you’re, like. You’re a girl, girl. Like, you’re popular and. Normal? You get good grades. You’re friends with Jonny Lopez’ girlfriend. You’re going to like, a big league college.”

“I wouldn’t say popular. And we’re not entirely like friends. She just sort of bitches at me, and I occasionally give her a ride to school.” You shrug honestly.

“And hey excuse me, I’m not normal.” You point out. “I was reliably told this was the table that celebrates being ‘not normal’ anyhow.” you curl your fingers with air quotes.

They shrink down a little with that point. “Well yeah- actually.” and a chorus of shuffles, awkward coughs, and agreeing grunts comes your way.

“Good. Cause if I wanted to be ordinary I’d go sit at that table over there.” You nudge your head across the way where Jonny and Linda are sitting.

He’s telling some stupid macho story about a keg party to his fellow guffawing gorillas. She was busy chewing gum, not listening and painting her nails slutty cherry red.

“Did he pay you to do this?” Dustin asks. “Like $20 bucks if you come sit over here and prank the nerds.”

You slowly crunch a chip on your tongue and shoot him a spiky look. “Careful, Henderson.”

“Who paid who, to what, to the nerds?” Bursts a new voice into the conversation.

Quite possibly your favourite voice ever.

Eddie thumps himself down on his throne at the end of the table. Nudges his chair right up close to yours.

He’s flicking rain drips off his hoodie, some beaded down his leather arms. Some still clung to his big dark doe lashes and his messy bangs now growing wonkily down into his eyes. You’d seen him loping into the trailer bathroom the other day with a cigarette on the go, and a pair of scissors to just whack at those bangs. Messy as fuck.

A few rolling rain drips are still skating down his forehead. Soggy black sleeves nudge your chapstick into your palm on the table. He shakes off the rain like a wet dog.

Eddie drops a kiss on your head. A soft “Mwah” before he takes his seat. His hair hanging on your nose smelling like your dreamy coconut conditioner, because he’d spent the night at yours last night.

Neither of you got much sleep, naturally. You were sore in places you didn’t know could be sore. That boy was a sexual menace.

“Dude. We were just talking about your not girlfriend here.” Gareth pointed out. Jeff was deciding to take a cowardly out and hide behind a comic book.

Eddie tilts his head at the guy. Winding his cold knuckles through yours. Right there on the table top. Skin chilled from the rain.

“Is that a challenge in that sentence I’m hearing?” He asks with a stormy edge to his expression.

Eddies gaze could be lethal if he willed it to be. Shredding metal he could cut you on. These geeks rarely wanted to be in the ireful wrath of their leader’s disapproval.

“There’s no way you’re dating! It’s a hoax!” Dustin exclaims, loud. Laying his hands on the table in emphasis. Almost rising out his seat.

Eddie flicks those dark eyes to his curly haired companion.

“Alright punk. What about this are you struggling to get through your little head?” He barks out.

“How about, I don’t know, all of it. The fact she’s sat eating here. The fact you’re supposedly dating…” Sinclair lays out.

“Stop putting adverbs and negatives before the word dating.” You scowl at them.

Eddie chuckles, sneers and slings an arm around your shoulders. Looping you right close to him. You’re munching your lunch and smiling as he brings you in closer.

“Is it cause I’m so hot and so so way out of her little arty girl indie state league? I know. Poor baby girl, she can’t help that.” He coos.

You twist your head and his smirk is right there. Would be a shame not to kiss it. You lean in and peck him on the mouth sweetly.

When you pull away the pair of you take great delight in the shock still on their faces.

Eddie nuzzles his nose into your neck to make you squirm. Then he sits there with his chin on your shoulder. Opening his mouth like a little baby bird when he wants you to feed him chips. You do and he bites and sucks on the salty ends of your fingers.

“Seriously Henderson, You couldn’t shell out the amount of money required to fake constantly wrangling this one’s humungous ego.” You pat Eddie’s cheek three times.

“Not the only humungous thing she has to wrangle.” Eddie leers. Does that curling devil tongue at you. Tries to shove his tongue in your ear. You laugh and bat him away.

“No. No. Gross.” Says Mike. Shaking his shaggy head.

“….Plus serious compensation would be required for anyone to sleep in his flea pit of a bedroom.” You tell. Eyes turned down towards your book.

Eddie reached over you with his free hand and pawed at your chip packet for more. Scooped up your sandwich and stole a bite. Extra crispy bacon. Lettuce, Chicken mayo and that spicy mustard he likes- oh he was in love.

“Hey, I tidied it up for you, pencils. I put clean sheets on the bed. Made sure you could see the floor.” He spoke through chewing. Cheeks full. Sucking a glob of mustard off his thumb.

And yet, they’re all sat there looking at you like you’re selling bullshit.

“Alright you little assholes.” You clap and dust your hands off. Some of them actually jump back. Flinching.

Eddies staring at you with literal red bursting heart eyes watching you get irate with his table full of nerds.

You’re sat here all puppy love bundled up with him. Cupid arrow pink kinda gooey love, enshrined with little hearts squished above the i’s. Surrounded by pink ribbons and fucking bluebirds. Mushy love like a damn Carpenter’s song, and you’re so fused together at the hip bones. Like it actually hurts to break apart.

They’re still not buying it.

“What will it take to convince you, that we, are a real thing?” You nudge your thumb at you and Eddie.

They eye you shrewdly. Mike is the first soldier over the top the face the clattering guns.

“What’s his favourite band?” He fires out. Twisting towards you. All elbows and angles and those Wheeler nuclear-family enviable cheekbones.

“Bandsss plural.” You correct. “Metallica, Black Sabbath, Megadeath, Iron Maiden, W.A.S.P, Judas Priest, and Van Halen...”

“Don’t you dare do it.” Eddie warns to that naughty gleam in your eye. “They’ll never look at me the same.”

The guys lean in all interested.

“… And Dolly Parton. Especially Jolene.” They descend into laughing uproar. Eddie throws chips at Sinclair who was cackling.

They were never to know you two hollered along to that at the top of your lungs, on the drive to school in the summertime. Windows open. Hair flying. Shades on. Soupy sunshine and enjoying another cloying Indiana July.

That was the month you’d met this gorgeous creature. Watching fireflies come out laying in the long cool grass at the trailer park, sharing a joint. You in a gossamer sundress the colour of blushing peonies. It was like a way too good fever dream. Hazy days and deep purple sticky summer midnights.

“Favourite food?” Comes the next.

“His favourite meal is a chilli dog, with jalapeño loaded dirty fries with everything, and I mean everything, on it, and one of those strawberry mega monster shake things you get at the diner over on Admiral. He also loves sour candy, like a ridiculous amount. Sour patch kids, nerds, jolly ranchers.”

Eddie who was eating next to you frowned through chewing your sandwich down. The whole thing was nearly gone. Your half was looking pretty tasty too.

“I also know he doesn’t really have a great sense of a varied diet. He won’t eat for hours and then he’ll scarf it down in five seconds like a seagull. Case in point-“ Wave your hand across at him. Like you were presenting him.

“Hey-“ He mumbled. Mouth stuffed with almost all your sandwich.

“All in all, Bottomless void when it comes to food. Runs almost entirely on nicotine and caffeine. Or gas station beef jerky, and out of date mini powdered doughnuts.” You finish.

“Celebrity crush?” Dustin points a finger at you.

“Eartha Kitt. In her skin tight Catwoman costume.” You smile sultrily. “Next?”

“Damn.” Jeff laughed.

“Favourite subject?”

Oh you scoff.

“DND. Obviously. He hates science and math. But he’s actually shockingly good at English. He’s a reader. Reads more comics and fantasy books, than anyone I know. If you can’t find him, guaranteed he’s in the fantasy section.”

“Wow dude, really?” Gareth asks.

Eddie actually blushed.

“It’s actually pretty cute. You know Mrs Coulter, the elderly librarian? Yeah. They exchange Xmas cards. She properly dotes on him. Adorable. Calls him Edward.” You chuckle.

“No way-“ Dustin grins. Giggling. “Edward.” He preens. Cheeks all squidgy with his smile.

Eddie flicks a gaze over at you. It’s almost edgy, but he’s smiling. He’ll remember that- for later on.

“Henderson, I will jam that fork in your eye.”

You overlap the violence and pat the back of your boyfriends hand. Nudge your lunch towards him as a consolation prize.

“He’s just terrible at being forced to read and write stuff. Nonconformer in him really rails against being told what to do.” You lay out nodding.

Cause that was kinda a given where he’s concerned.

“Oh, oh, I know. Favourite movie…” Jeff clicks his fingers at you.

“Friday 13th. The Goonies when he’s stoned out his crazy brain.” You pat Eddie’s head affectionately as you speak.

“Ok those are fairly standard. How about a random trivia round?…” Dustin decides very loudly. Slamming his fist down on the table top. Almost knocking over Mikes can of tab. Jesus Dustin. Watch it man-

You roll your eyes and think. You also shut your book cause you know you won’t be cramming for your English test with the current inquisition going on.

“What does Eddie hate… what are some of his dislikes.”

“Jocks. Uh, He uhm, hates mushrooms on his pizza. Picks the pickles out his burger. He prefers winter to summer. Cuts all the scratchy labels out his clothes cause they annoy the hell out of him. Gets hay fever pretty bad. He thinks playing or watching sports is dull as shit. He can’t stand CCR, or mint chocolate chip ice cream.”

“I’m sorry but no ice cream should taste like toothpaste. It’s sick.” Eddie whines.

“He has little scars on his back that he likes to claim are scratches from sex.” You begin.

“Yeah he’s showed those us a lot. It’s sickening.

“Okay, wait til I tell you that he actually got them from falling ass first into my moms rose bush when he was sneaking in through my bedroom window one night.”

“I brought you chicken noodle soup when you were on the very verge of death. Pencils.” Eddie defends.

You turn and catch his pouty little eyes as he leans into you.

“He thinks I don’t know that he sometimes feeds the trailer park strays. Leaves out a can of tuna and bowls of water for them. Has given most of them metal names.”

Holy shit. Eddie makes this face at you like he’s in awe of all the little things you’d grasped about him. Made his stomach feel all slippy and gooey. Yeah. This is definitely love, kid.

“Awhh.”

Eddie snaps his eyes across to his friend who dares make that noise. He picked up the fork closest to him. Shooting feral eyes.

“Oh, He’s named his van.”

“Pencils.” He warns.

“Shut up.” Mike counters. “What is it?”

“Galadriel.” You chirp all sunny.

Dustin looks so happy.

“You’re single handedly ruining my reputation here, honey.”

You lean in and smack a kiss on the end of his nose.

“You have a sex rep I don’t know about, Munson?” You raise one brow. Up in his face about it. That jumper sliding down a silky skinned shoulder he wants to nose at. Call a spade a spade. He wants to bite it. Soothe the bite with his tongue and hear you coo oh, Eddie.

“Not in front of the halflings, Baby. They’re fresh faced and innocent right out the shire.” He dotes at you.

“Hey we’ve seen some shit.” One of them defends

“Not talking about a DND campaign you little pipsqueak.” Eddie smirks.

His hand is sliding around the waistband of your hip. Scooping around your back and pulling you to him. Clutching at his leathered shoulders and your thighs guided sideways over his lap. He snatched you right out your seat.

“Children avert your gaze. Some very 18+ activities are about to happen here.” Eddie warns them as his hands smooth up your jumper. Over your hips and back. He growls when he gets his ring clad fingers clutching your ass through your jeans.

“Ok, I really didn’t need to see that.”

“Buckle up, Pencils.” He whispers into your ear and brushed his tongue over your pulse.

“I’m going for public indecency to prove a point to these assholes.”

Then he seals his lips across yours and pushes his tongue into your mouth, as with any wild Eddie kiss, you melt. You feel his jaw open.

Your spine uncurls and slopes down your body like jello. It’s a movie star kiss that demanded Dolby technicolour and surround sound. A swooning kiss off the silver screen that could curl toes, and bloom whole fields of daisies.

You grasp his hair and reel him in. Kiss him back all spitty and wet to prove a point, and you’re not shy about shoving your tongue in his mouth. He moans.

You scratch his scalp. He sucks your bottom lip like you’re a delicacy. It’s way too much. So filthy. Fucking beautiful is what it is.

Then you feel his wicked, wicked hand pinging dangerously at your bra clasp. Snapping it to your skin. He bites his lip when he pulls back and shoots you those sultry black bedroom eyes.

“This is the one I hate getting off isn’t it? The goddamned purple one.” He says all lusty as he rubs the tip of his nose into yours. Your cheeks are so hot. Blood lava hot pushing in your face.

“You’re a trooper. Munson. You’ll figure it out.” You tell him with a teasing voice that you can feel makes his dick throb under your thighs.

“Can’t wait to get in those panties, later.”

“I’ve got art class after school. Come by around eight. Moms out tonight.” You flirt. Which means takeout, and suffocating, hands wandering, kisses, til you can’t remember which way is up or down. And so much Eddie. It feels like you’ll burst with love of him.

His lips taste like sugary tab and, now, your chapstick. Ash swirls on his breath from his last smoke. He’ll be itching for another one soon. Maybe you’ll sneak away and join him. Make out for the remainder of lunch time.

“Good. I really love it when you can scream loud when I bury my face in your pus-“ You clap your hand over his mouth.

“They don’t need chapter and verse. Baby.”

Eddie responds by licking a big hot stripe up your palm.

“You know, guys, maybe they’re not faking it.”

“Please, people are trying to eat here!”

“I’m definitely gonna barf.”

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sadhours · 7 months

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just the two (ok maybe four) of us • part two

by @buckysgrace and i

contents: 18+ minors dni, smut, p in v, sex in front of others

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“Don’t forget Friday,” Kim looked over her shoulder, glancing at Billy from her vanity. One of her eyelashes was decorated with mascara while the other remained normal, “You remember what’s happening, right?” He licked his bottom lip as he sat at the edge of her bed. He fumbled with his shirt for a moment.

“Yes?” He questioned, narrowing his eyes a bit as he tried to remember what was on Friday. He raked his mind, trying to search for what she may be talking about. His mind was still fairly fuzzy from their session early this morning. She had been just as loud, if not worse from how overstimulated she still was.

He felt like laughing, knowing that he really had gotten the last word with Steve. Even though Steve had surprised him last night. Gina was louder than usual but he was sure she was just pretending to be nice.

“Steve’s performing at this bar,” She started slowly and he already felt himself groaning in annoyance, “You promised you’d go.” She whined, linking her fingers together as she begged him. Billy raised his eyebrows, knowing from that statement she was lying.

“When did I ever promise to watch him perform?” He laughed as he questioned her, knowing that he had no interest in seeing the dweeb perform. He was fairly certain that they were lying about just how well he could sing.

“He’s really good,” Kim said quickly as she bounced her feet against the floor, “And he doesn’t have many friends. I’m sure he’d love it if you came.” She said as she fluttered her eyelashes at him, looking at him hopefully. Billy grumbled, unsure of how he was supposed to say no to her cute little face.

“Does he have any friends?” Billy questioned, looking at her seriously, “And Gina doesn’t count.” He said seriously, noticing the way she was beginning to speak quickly. She paused as she settled herself towards the mirror again.

“He has a friend,” Kim confirmed as she began to work on her makeup again, “Besides, it’ll be at a bar. You can get as drunk as you want.” She said simply, brushing off the way he was beginning to grumble and whine again.

“What do I get out of this?” He asked her seriously. She glanced over her shoulder, a knowing look in her eyes as she put her tube of mascara away. She sauntered towards him, rubbing her slender fingers across his broad shoulders.

“Whatever you want,” She promised, pecking his lips with her glossed ones, “I will be under your command for that whole night.” She said sweetly, her lips curling into a little smile as she peered at him. He jolted his head back and forth, pretending to think about it.

“That’s dangerous of you,” He told her seriously, but smiled anyway as he tilted his head up to kiss her again. He wondered if they could sneak in another round before class started. He decided against it, remembering the last time they’d spent all day in her bed, “Fine but I’m not happy about it.” She squealed softly, giving him a big hug.

“Thank you!” She exclaimed a little too cheerily for his taste. His eyes narrowed a bit, still wondering why she cared so much about him becoming friends with Steve. They were fine before him, they would be fine afterwards.

He followed her out the room, watching the way her hips moved in the tight leggings she was wearing. He admired the gentle curve of her ass and her exposed pale skin. She opened her arms dramatically, toppling into Gina as she gave her a hug.

“You’re cheery this morning,” Gina pointed out, smiling as she passed Steve a bowl of cereal. Billy snorted, thinking that Steve was fairly pathetic if he couldn’t make his own bowl. He opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs and some milk. Billy would show Steve how to really wow the girls, “And loud.” Gina snorted as she reached for the cereal box.

“I’m making chocolate chip pancakes,” Billy reached his hand out, stopping her before she could fully grab it, “Your favorite. And it’s the only way I can ever get her to wake up in a good mood.” He grinned, looking over his shoulder to watch the way Steve was grumbling into his bowl. Kim’s face was red.

“Who's paying for it?” Steve muttered underneath his breath, but still loud enough for Billy to hear. Billy thought about sniping back that Steve could clearly afford a much bigger house for Gina on his own, but fell silent as Kim wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Be nice,” She whispered softly, swaying back and forth with him as he began to mix the ingredients together. He breathed in, forcing a smile as he nodded back towards her, “I’ll make it worth your wild.” She added as she pressed a gentle kiss against the crook of his neck.

He made seven pancakes total, deciding that he would be nice enough to leave Steve the smallest and most burnt pancake. Kim sent him a look but didn’t say anything, her own smile on her lips as she rambled to Gina about some of the gossip she’d heard in one of her classes.

“Thanks,” Steve replied dryly as Billy plopped the pancake down in front of him, “But I’m full.” He nodded his head, his features wrinkled up in irritation. Billy grinned, clasping a hand harshly against his shoulder.

“You deserve it big boy,” Billy grinned widely, liking the way he easily got underneath Steve’s skin, “It sounds like she came for the first time in a long time.” He couldn’t help the smirk that formed as Steve’s jaw dropped and his eyebrows rose.

“Excuse me?” Steve spit out, looking completely stunned. Billy traced his tongue across his bottom lip, making sure that the girls were still too deep in conversation to notice what he was saying.

“Oh just a conversation I heard the other day,” Billy lied, though it pleased him to see how Steve’s features contorted into worry. Billy shuffled a large bite of pancakes into his mouth, taking his time to chew as Steve waited on the edge of his seat, “She just mentioned how she’d been having to fake orgasms recently.” He shrugged his shoulders, laughing to himself as he knew there was no such conversation. Steve turned to Gina, his brown eyes wide in concern.

“She said that?” He asked, his cheeks reddening a bit as he gulped hard. Billy nodded his head as he chewed, sending Kim a little wave as she looked over. He played it off, making it look like they were getting along.

“Oh yeah,” He replied to Steve, “You know I could offer you some tips. It would cost ya of course, but it would keep Gina interested.” Steve’s eyes were wide as he stared at his plate, looking like he was debating everything he’d ever done in the bedroom.

Billy smirked to himself as he finished the rest of his pancakes, knowing that he had clearly gotten under Steve’s skin. It was all worth it in his opinion. The little dweeb thought that he was better than him when he clearly wasn’t.

“I can drop you off,” Billy offered as the girls began to pick up their school bags, “We’ll be in the same building today.” He told Gina, smiling as he rubbed Kim’s exposed skin gently. Gina laughed.

“Well aren’t you sweet,” She rolled her eyes but nodded her head, “Sure. I’ll see you later babe.” She waved a hand, noting how Steve’s classes didn’t start until far later in the afternoon.

Billy licked his bottom lip, making sure that Steve was still watching as he gripped Kim’s chin. He tilted her head back, making her look up at him before he puckered his lips and slowly spit into her mouth. She sighed, moaning gently as she swirled her tongue around her mouth before she swallowed it. Her eyes were filled with lust once again as she moved her body closer to him.

“Hi,” She breathed out, her eyes raking over his features, “You’re bad.” She giggled, telling him what he already knew. He smacked her ass hard, grinning as he squeezed her ass in his hand. She bit her lip as she pulled away, heading towards the door.

He picked his keys up, glancing towards Steve’s parted mouth and wide eyes. He looked as if he’d never seen something so deranged before. It filled Billy with pride, thinking about how easily he could upset Steve’s world.

“Have a good day, Pretty Boy.” Billy grinned, sending Steve a sly wink before he slammed the door shut behind him.

Steve was still trying to process Billy literally spitting into Kim’s mouth. Are girls into that? Does Gina want him to spit in her mouth? He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make his dick twitch when he watched. Maybe he wants to try it. He can’t really picture himself doing it though, and he’s not sure what that exactly means. God, he needs a shower.

—

Steve’s not sure what he expects when he gets back to Gina’s that night. He was kind of hoping Billy would have some fraternity shit but he’s in the kitchen when Steve goes to put the pack of beer he brought in the fridge. Billy stops him short and pulls one from the pack, winking as he does so. Steve sighs and grabs one for himself after he puts it away. Of course the asshole’s cooking again. But hey, Steve has his own talents. In fact, his guitar is in his car. He thinks about grabbing it and messing around a bit on the couch.

“Where are the girls?” Steve asks, cracking open the bottle of Stella with his keychain beer opener. Billy uses a lighter to open his. Steve can’t decide who wins that contest.

Billy downs half the beer in one swig, but Steve’s not surprised. He’s heard what hazing is like. Assumes Billy can drink him under a table. He licks his lips as he pulls the bottle away and tells Steve, “Kim’s room, I think.”

“What are they doing?” Steve wonders aloud, eyebrows raised.

The blonde grins from ear to ear, a sadistic look in his eye as he suggests, “Maybe they’re fucking.”

“What?” Steve gapes, like Billy’s uncovered a secret or something.

“Scissoring?” Billy frowns, tilting his head. “Maybe they’re sixty-nining.”

Steve rushes to Kim’s room, Billy following close, grabs Steve’s shoulder as he’s about to twist the doorknob open, “Which do you think is hotter?”

“What are you talking about?” Steve whispers back, looking at Billy with squinted eyes.

“Scissoring or sixty-nining? Which would you rather see?” Billy replies hushed, but like it’s obvious what he meant.

Both, Steve thinks. Both would be really cool to see. He feels perverted suddenly, standing there discussing this with Billy. So he ignores him and opens the door, his stomach twisting with anticipation. Then he feels like a fucking idiot when he sees the pair of them on Kim’s bed, text books open. Of course they weren’t fucking. This isn’t some porno, Steve reminds himself. Besides, that would be cheating and Gina wouldn’t do that to him. As badly as he would like to watch the girls fuck, they wouldn’t do that.

“Hi,” Kim says, waving to the boys.

Gina turns her head towards the door, smiling wide when she sees Steve, “Babe, I didn’t know you’d be here so soon. Thought you had practice.”

Steve watches as she climbs off the bed and saunters over, wrapping her arms around his neck. Billy’s still standing behind him. He should probably do something to compete with the spitting this morning. But Steve’s a bitch and he can’t, all he can do is kiss her quickly. He’s too nervous, doesn’t really feel like doing anything sexual to Gina with Billy’s breath on his face.

“Yeah, well, Matt had to work late,” Steve explains, “We’ll practice tomorrow.”

Gina nods, running her fingers through his hair, “Kim and I are almost finished. We’ll be out soon.”

She kisses Steve’s cheek before walking back over to the bed and he shuts the door, turning to look at Billy with that dumb fucking smirk plastered on his face. “You’re an asshole, ya know that?” Steve groans, pushing past the guy and goes out to his car.

He grabs his guitar and small amp, bringing it in and setting up by the couch. Steve sits and opens up his case, picking up his all black Stratocaster and plugs in the quarter inch chord. He keeps the volume on his amp low, trying not to disturb the girls. A quick strum tells him he’s gotta tune. As Steve is fiddling with the strings and making sure they’re all in tune, Billy wanders into the living room with a towel hung over his shoulder. He scoffs, looking thoroughly annoyed. Steve takes that as a win but ignores the blonde and he eventually goes back to cooking. Steve files through the catalog in his head. An obvious choice would be the song he wrote for Gina. However, he’s played it so much for her that he doesn’t really need to practice it.

He starts strumming again, really just kind of messing around before he decides. Fingers through a solo or two before realizing there’s a song he’s been kind of fucking up when they play it live. He starts it, seamlessly even though he can’t seem to do that when he has an audience. Soon enough, Gina recognizes that he’s playing guitar and she and Kim come poking their heads out of her room. They look excited and Steve has to bite his lip to surprise his smile. He tries to play it cool, just offering them a glance as they sit on the couch beside him, practically in each other's laps. There’s a bit in the song that he kind of stumbles on, it’s hard to move his fingers that fast but hell, he wrote it so he better nail it before Friday.

“Play Freebird!” Billy calls from the kitchen and Steve knows it’s a dig, but he actually fucking knows how to. So he does, or he at least starts it and the blonde comes stomping into the living room, “You’re not actually supposed to.”

“Sorry,” Steve laughs, “You requested it.”

Billy’s eyes fall onto the girls and he looks even angrier, the way they watch Steve with dreamy eyes. “I thought musicians had integrity.”

And well it makes Steve laugh, because Billy would be one of the assholes to shout that whenever someone’s playing guitar. Steve’s heard it enough at open mics. And the same thing happens when Steve actually starts playing it, they get angry. It’s hilarious.

Steve ignores him and goes back to messing around and Gina’s poking his thigh with her foot, “Play my song.”

“Your song?” Billy raises an eyebrow.

Kim giggles, turning around to tell him, “Steve wrote a song for Gina. Isn’t that sweet?”

Billy smiles at his girlfriend, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Steve can see how he clenches his jaw after and he starts playing the song. Watching his fingers as he moves them up the fretboard until he’s got to sing. But he still gets too nervous to look at Gina so he keeps his eyes down.

“I am only half a man without you…”

Gina squeals whenever he sings that part, this time is no different. He can see in his peripheral vision that Kim squeezes Gina’s bicep too. Ha. Take that Billy.

“And I want you, baby, I need you. Seems untrue but I know I do. Each day is gonna be so blue, if we don’t get to see this through.”

He’s better at singing in front of people now, thanks to steady bookings and open mics and the occasional karaoke night. When he finishes the song, Gina’s crawling over and wrapping her arms around his waist. She kisses along his neck and whispers in his ear, “Thank you. I love you.”

Steve kisses her softly, “Love you.”

He smiles at her as she pushes his hair off his forehead.

—

Steve’s on the couch, scrolling through Reddit on his phone when Billy plops down next to him. He leans over to look at Steve’s phone with an amused face, “Can you see tits on there?”

He gives this annoyed look to Billy before replying, “Yeah. There’s porn on Reddit.”

“Pull some up,” Billy suggests nonchalantly and Steve is tempted for a second but it’s also too easy to make a dig at him.

“Is that what you do in your frat? Just a bunch of guys looking at porn together?”

“Sometimes,” Billy shrugs, “What? Like you’ve never looked at porn with a buddy?”

Steve shakes his head, “Can’t say I have. Seems kind of gay.”

Billy snorts and it makes Steve uneasy. He nudges his shoulder, “Come on. Show me.”

Steve sighs, clicking on the search bar which drops down his past searches. They’re mostly music subreddits and another for programming. He foolishly decided he would take a class in it this year and he’s drowning. He types ‘gone wild’ into the search bar. “This is like the big one, I guess, it’s mostly just girls promoting their only fans.”

Billy hums while Steve scrolls, “You think they get a lot of people from here?”

Steve shrugs, “If they’re hot, I guess.”

Kim and Gina come in from the kitchen, they’d done the dishes after dinner.

“What’re you guys looking at?” Kim asks as she sits next to Billy.

Steve drops his phone to his lap, “Nothing.”

“Naked chicks,” Billy answers truthfully, unashamed.

“Oh yeah?” Kim tilts her head.

“None of them as hot as you,” Billy purrs, wrapping his arm around Kim’s waist and pulling her onto his lap while he starts kissing her neck.

Steve squirms as he scoots further away, his skin flushed with embarrassment. Gina sits next to him, grabbing the remote. She doesn’t seem bothered by what they were looking at but Steve still feels ashamed. Gina picks a movie easily, some horror movie and cuddles up to Steve.

Billy’s lips hover over Kim’s skin as he peppers kisses up her neck. He pulls her hair away, getting a better angle before he licks at her skin again. She has a certain spot, just a few centimeters below her left ear that makes her whole body shiver when he touches it.

She gasps, just as he was expecting as he nips at the spot on her neck. He grins against her skin, knowing that he can’t sing but he sure can make her with just the lightest touch. He feels his cock stirring in his pants, wondering if Steve is watching him.

“That part used to scare me too,” Gina speaks up, totally wrapped up in the movie to notice, “Kinda cheesy now, don’t you think?” She’s questioning Steve and Billy finally looks over, noticing how Steve’s eyes are mixed with curiosity from watching the two. Billy’s lips curl up into a smirk as he winks at him, rocking Kim’s flushing form back and forth.

“Are you wearing panties?” He whispers low, his face inches from Kim’s red cheeks and she shakes her head slowly. He squeezes at her side, “Go take them off and grab a blanket.” He urges her, watching the way she takes off without protesting.

When he turns back around Steve’s features are written in disbelief, a telltale sign that he has been listening. Billy just shoots him a sly grin as he waits for Kim to return. Steve shakes his head, looking quite irritated as he turns away. Billy doesn’t give a damn.

“I got cold,” She says, sounding a little embarrassed as she crawls back onto Billy’s lap and covers them just as quickly. He doesn’t doubt it, but doesn’t reply as he’s shifting to pull his hard cock out and slide it into her wet cunt. He licked the corner of her mouth as he feels her stretch around him, “Mhm.” She slips out, turning her head quickly as she tried to pretend to be occupied with the movie.

He grins as he rubs her hips, pushing down on them until he’s fully bottomed out inside of her and just lets her sit there. They’ve done this a handful of times, but his favorite may have been when he was introducing her to his fraternity group. She had been the one to instigate it that time, but a little alcohol and weed always left her frisky.

Billy watches as Steve tries to shuffle further away, but is unable to by the size of the couch. Billy bites down on his lip and he’s scooting just a hair closer and kicking his leg out until it’s pressed against Steve’s, just because he can.

Billy’s always liked having an audience watch him, especially when he’s with Kim. It’s happened more than once where someone has walked in on them and he’s just fucked her through it. She always gets shy and bashful after, but the look in her eyes tells him that she likes it just as much. Although she may be sweeter, she’s just as big of a freak as he is.

She shifts her hips a bit, obviously struggling to keep from bouncing on his cock by the way her hands are gripping the blanket. He presses his nose against her cheek, nudging her softly until she’s turning downwards and pressing her lips against his heatedly. He kisses her slowly and dirty. Sliding his tongue inside of her mouth and licking away her spit as he notices Steve shifting in his spot again.

He can feel himself throbbing inside of her, his cock aching at the way she squeezes him so tightly. He’s tempted to reach between them and play with her clit, but decides against it. She never lasts long once he starts to do that, and he wants to savor the feeling of her tonight. It only makes it more worth it once he actually starts fucking her. She’s even louder, more feral.

“So like,” Billy’s turning to face Steve again, grinning at how Steve is obviously trying to avoid eye contact, “Does your little band just play music you wrote or like, do you play Taylor Swift too?”

“I only play that for Kim.” Steve says finally, his brown eyes warm as he turns to look at her. Only she’s not paying attention. Her fingertips are digging into Billy’s shoulder as she stares down at her lap, her features contorted together in pleasure like she’s fighting the urge to move. And Billy can tell that she is by the way she’s squirming against him.

“Hey,” Billy smirks, obviously pleased with her reaction as he lightly digs two fingers into her side. She jolts, her lips parting and shutting quickly as she tries to bite back a moan from her movements, “Steve was talking to you.” He pretends to frown, acting like it was rude. She blinks a few times, her eyes glazed over.

“Huh?” She breathes out, her eyes dilated and wide, “Oh, oh yeah. He’s really good.” Her tone is pitchy and rushed and she’s back to pressing her fingertips into his skin. Billy kisses her exposed shoulder, hiding his own grin as he feels triumphant as he turns to Steve. He starts to plot in his mind, thinking that he should have Kim on his cock the whole time so she doesn’t pay attention.

The night trickles by slowly and Billy can feel Steve growing more and more annoyed by the way Billy’s leg is pressed up against his. Billy’s ego soars in the fact that Steve can feel him stiffening each time he pushes up into Kim. He can feel Steve’s irritation each time a whimper slips free from her mouth, like he’s fully aware of what is happening.

Billy is tempted to pull out his phone and show Steve one of the many pictures or videos he has of Kim. He’s passed his phone around a dozen or so times around in his fraternity, liking the amazed look guys always get when he shows off just what his sweet little girlfriend is willing to do for him.

Kim’s squirming more and more as the night progresses and the look she sends him let’s him know she’s ready to retreat to her room. However, he’s not going to throw in the white flag that easily.

Steve perplexes him. Usually when he starts getting touchy with Kim in front of some poor bastard they start doing the same to their girlfriend. Steve doesn’t make a move to touch Gina in a similar way. He sits there still, doing his best to ignore Kim’s actions.

Gina’s soft sounds of sleep rattle Billy from his thoughts and he can hear Kim sighing in deep relief. Steve shifts for a moment, his back facing them as he attempts to pull Gina into his arms. Billy feels himself tensing up, sure that Steve is going to drop his girlfriend face forward onto the floor.

He finally gets a good balance as he rises, saying nothing as he carries Gina back towards her room. Kim is giggling as he shuts the door.

“That’s sweet,” She says gently, her eyes wandering over Billy’s features, “Steve is really sweet.” Billy scoffs in response, moving his hand up to grip her chin.

“You know it’s rude to talk about another man when you’re stuffed full of cock,” He smirks, sliding his tongue across his teeth at the way her eyes widen in pleasure, “Kinda makes you a bitch.”

She gapes as she’s shoving him backwards, his back lightly hitting the cushions as he smirks up at her. He licked his lips, moving his hands to her hips to steady her as she looked down at him.

“You need to be nice,” She drew out slowly, rocking her hips forward to earn a soft groan from him, “Are you jealous?” The glint in her eyes tells him she thinks it’s funny.

“Of that dweeb?” He grips her hips as he raises her along his cock before he roughly drops her on top. She moans loudly, her eyes fluttering shut tightly as he continues those rough motions, “What’s to be jealous of?” He questions, but she’s too far gone to answer.

“Oh God,” She cries out, her cunt dripping along his thick cock as he continues to rock her up and down the length of him. She rests her palms against his chest, starting to build a similar rhythm as moans pour from her lips, “Right there.” She was grinding her hips forward, desperately searching for her release.

Billy liked when she got like this. With her lips parted, her eyebrows knitted together and her face flushed. He groaned as he rubbed at her clit, watching the way she spasmed against him.

“Nasty little whore,” He licked his lips, gripping her thighs tightly as he rammed up into her harshly, “Do you think he could fuck you like this?”

“No, no,” She pleaded with him, her nails twisting into his skin in bliss as she cried out, “Only you!” Her eyes were glazed over, dark and youthful as she peered down at him. He groaned, pressing down on her sensitive bud harder to earn a louder cry from her.

“Do you belong to me?” He spit out harshly, his own pleasure beginning to twist and lick at his spine. He was finding it harder and harder to speak but he wanted to get the point across.

“Belong to you, Billy,” She whimpered, her thighs clenching tightly around his hips as she fell apart on top of him, “Oh god, yes, yes.” She wiggled, falling forward onto his chest as she came with a cry. He groaned, thrusting up even harder as he chased his own release. His balls smacked against her skin, echoing in the quiet living room as he silenced his own moans with her lips.

He licked the inside of her mouth, tasting her sweet sounds as he came inside of her again. She whimpered as she rubbed her hands across his chest, panting against his mouth as she tried to relax against his touch.

“Feel good?” He asked as he pushed her red strands behind her ears. She nodded, giggling breathlessly as she pecked a kiss against his nose. He wrinkled it for good measure.

“Tired,” She breathed out and she moved her slender arms around his neck, “I think you might have to carry me.” She suggested slyly, a giggle bursting free as she hid her face in the crook of his neck. He smiled, placing his own kiss against her soft cheek.

“Alright,” He pulled his soft cock from her cunt, holding her up gently so he could slide himself back into his pants. He stood up before he grabbed her hips and hoisted her over his shoulder. She screamed out, giggling as he patted her ass, “I’m only doing what you asked.”

“You’re such a dick.” She was giggling, her feet dangling high in the air as he carried her to her room. He smacked her flesh again, licking how weightless she felt in his arms.

“You love it.”

#billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x original character #billy hargrove x oc #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x billy hargrove #steve harrington x oc

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glambots · 1 year

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How would Roxy, Monty, Sun, and Moon react to someone making little plushies or keychains of them and decorating their bag with them?

🐺Roxanne Wolf + "Itty-Bitty Bag Buddy:"🐺

Her eyes lock onto it immediately. Hey, is that her? Ha! She knew she was your favorite. You have great taste. She is pretty cool. But, she's just, uh..."curious." What do you like most about her? Just asking. For a friend. It's a good thing she's so conscious of her tail, or else it'd be wagging like crazy.

🐊Montgomery Gator + "Itty-Bitty Bag Buddy:"🐊

Yo, look at that! It's a little him! A Mini-Monty! Must mean you're one of his Rockstars, ain't that right? (He says, shooting you a big grin and a wink. What a dweeb.) He doesn't talk your ear off about it or anything, but he does give you a high-five/fist-bump before you leave. Keep on rockin', little guy!

☀️Sunnydrop + "Itty-Bitty Bag Buddy:"☀️

Oh-ho-ho! Well, someone's a fan! (Wait...really???) Gosh! D-Do you want his autograph? Or maybe a picture? But no flash photography, please! He's bouncing all over the place with excitement. A fan! He has a fan!!! When you('re finally able to) leave, he makes sure to bid farewell to both you and his mini-self. See you later, Superstar! Feel free to stop by anytime! Really...!!!

🌙Moondrop + "Itty-Bitty Bag Buddy:"🌙

Oh-ho-ho...what's this? You couldn't be a fan of his, now could you? How flattering. (He actually means that. Moon has never had many fans, much less those who'd carry around his merchandise so openly. It's a bit of a shock.) It's not going to stop him from teasing you about it, though. It's just what he does. He does hope that you'll stop by to see him again, though. If you'd like.

#ask #roxanne wolf #montgomery gator #sunnydrop #moondrop #scenario #sfw #fluff #cute #platonic #anonymous

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rosemaidenvixen · 6 months

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If you still need some more prompts how abouttt. “I… i think I have fangs.” for Mary, Darci & Claire.

And

“Is that really red syrup? Please tell me it’s syrup.” For all five of the kids (Jim, Toby, Mary, Darci and Claire) or if that’s too many just Toby & Jim.

First prompt answered here

Urban Legend

Ao3

“Dude I think that was a dead rat,”

“That was just plastic, now focus,”

“Tobes I’m pretty sure that one was real,”

“Jim we passed a silicone zombie, two fake giant spiders, and no fewer than four killer clowns who did not in fact kill us. The rat was fake now get your head in the game,”

Jim glared up at him, the furious look on his face still visible even though the only light came from spotty moonlight “Why did you drag me here again?”

Toby inclined his head to the trio walking ten feet ahead of them “To impress the ladies, that’s why,”

The official popular clique at Arcadia Oaks High had a very specific initiation ritual. The upperclassmen would bring any freshmen that wanted to join to a sewer tunnel, with a map and detailed instructions on how to make it to the other end. Anyone who finished the gauntlet was in.

Of course there were dozens of rumors about people going missing and monsters living in the sewer tunnels, but everyone above the age of thirteen knew those were just urban legends bolstered by the rumor mill and the Halloween decorations the seniors put down there to scare the pledges.

Toby happened to strike gold when he’d overheard Regina briefing Mary, Darci, and Claire on the date and time of their initiation. Knowing a once in a lifetime opportunity when he saw one, he’d jumped in and asked if he and Jim could come along. To his delight Regina had agreed.

Well her actual words were ‘I guess you can tag along but that doesn't mean you dweebs are in’ which was fine with him. If Toby ever became popular it would be on his terms and no one else's, even if that meant he never was part of the ‘in’ crowd. He knew he and Jim were cool, and hopefully by the end of the night Mary, Darci, and Claire would to.

Sure they had to slog through a river of muck, and the sewers smelled like the bottom of a dumpster mixed with low tide, but it would be worth it.

“I’m not sure getting my socks soaked through with sewage is worth getting Claire to notice me,”

“First off, that's just rainwater, black water runs in a completely different line. Second I think what you meant to say was ‘Thank you Toby for the opportunity to talk to Claire Nuñez, who I have a very obvious crush on, without interruptions’,”

The gloom of the tunnel did nothing to hide the bright red of Jim’s face “I’ll…I’ll talk to Claire when I’m ready,”

Toby held back a deep groan, knowing Jim ‘When he was ready’ would end up being his eightieth birthday. Time to shove the baby bird out of the nest and watch them fly.

“One day you’ll thank me for this,” grasping his friend by the elbow, Toby yanked him along forward as he jogged ahead.

“Wait Tobes don–”

“Good evening ladies,” Toby greeted as they caught up to the trio “How are you enjoying Arcadia’s finest sewer?”

Claire and Darci gave him questioning looks while Mary just rolled her eyes “It’s nasty as hell, thanks for asking. And if you’re here to protect us from the big bad sewer monsters don’t bother,”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, I just wanted to see what kind of mannequins the seniors managed to stash down here. Although if a sewer monster did show up I’m confident you three could handle him,”

Trying to be the big tough knight in shining armor was a rookie mistake. These girls were absolute queens and they knew it. They didn’t need a guy to protect them, they could do that themselves thankyouverymuch. What they needed was a guy who appreciated how awesome they were, standing by with a shield while they chopped off the monster’s head themselves.

Mary narrowed her eyes and said nothing, Claire looked neutral but Darci actually giggled a bit.

They had their opening.

“I mean look at that guy,”

Toby gestured towards a dummy dressed as a businessman, plastic axe buried in his head surrounded by fake blood “I mean who wears business casual into the sewers? And that blood, totally not realistic, Jim remind me what the recipe for fake blood is?”

Still flushed, Jim managed to stutter out an answer “You do it by mixing corn syrup, corn starch, water, and red food coloring. Although I think for the fake blood on Mister Business the just used red food coloring without adding any other colors,”

Mary’s eyebrows rumpled “Wait I thought blood was supposed to be red?”

“It is, but adding just a hint of other colors adds contrast that makes the red hue richer,”

“Yeah Jim’s pretty much a genius in the kitchen,” Toby patted his friend’s back “He makes a mean cordon bleu,”

“What about you?” Darci elbowed him with a grin “What exactly does Toby Domzalski bring to the table?”

“I’m a man of many talents. Geology whiz, legendary DM, anime expert, and I’m no chef Jimbo but I do make a mean green bean casserole,”

“Speaking of food check out the blood on this guy,” Claire walked over to a small side tunnel where another mannequin was laying sprawled against the wall “They definitely went the extra mile on the blood,”

The rest of them followed her, gathering around the small side tunnel and the body inside.

This one was definitely a cut above the others. It looked like a scruffy white guy dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, with impressively realistic looking dirt and grime. A nasty gouge cut out of his neck with blood running down his front and smeared along the tunnel wall, even congealed in some pl–

Wait…how exactly did they get corn syrup to congeal?

Come to think of it, how exactly had the seniors managed to get a mannequin this good, it almost looked like…

Something cold settled in Toby’s chest, an idea too awful or horrifying to even consider so he didn’t let it fully form.

After all there’s no way this could actually–

“Is that red syrup?” Mary whispered, voice tight, prodding Jim with her elbow “Please tell me that’s syrup?”

Jim didn’t say anything, but his chalky face and gaunt expression did all the talking for him.

Claire stepped forward and gently reached out to tap the mannequin’s–

It was a mannequin it had to be a mannequin

Cheek with a single finger.

The instant it made contact Claire whipped it away, a scream choked into a strangled cry escaping her throat.

Toby’s heartbeat boomed in his ears as the thought he’d been desperately trying not to think about blasted to the front of his mind.

“Guys that’s…that’s not a mannequin,”

No one said anything but the silence that filled the tunnel spoke volumes.

Suddenly Toby was very aware that he was in a dark sewer tunnel in the middle of the night, no one knew where he was and no one would hear if they screamed.

“We need to get out of here, now.” Darci said, voice low and serious.

Toby agreed wholeheartedly, and was about to join the others in hauling ass out of this sewer when Claire actually took a step down the side tunnel.

“I think we should check this out,”

“What!? You want us to go down the spooky tunnel with the dead body in it!?” Mary hissed.

“Yeah that’s basic horror movie 101, you do not go down the dark spooky tunnel with an actual human corpse in it!” Toby was psyching himself up to start grabbing shoulders and dragging, but before he could do anything Jim stepped up to Claire’s side.

“Someone else could be hurt or stuck, and if they are, we need to help them,”

Whatever objections Toby had died in his throat. Going forward was still a boneheaded idea, but deep down he knew Jim was right. Maybe it was a stupid move, but if someone was there and in trouble they couldn’t just walk on by.

“Ok but let's be smart about this, we need people watching our front, back, and sides at all time,”

“I’ll take front,” Jim and Claire said simultaneously, glancing at each other.

“I’ll watch our backs,” Mary added.

Toby looked towards Darci “You ok with watching right while I watch left?”

Her expression was gaunt but she still gave a sharp nod of acknowledgement.

“Then let’s go,”

The five of them made their way down the narrow tunnel, scant moonlight gone, lit only by the light of their phones, the smell even more intense in the small space, following the streaks of rusty red along the wall.

After a few minutes of walking the red along the wall curved away into an even smaller passage. The five of them having to go single file, cautiously creeping inside a small chamber at the end.

For a second Toby forgot about the very real dead body they’d just passed and thought that the seniors must have set up some kind of fake mad science lab. The room they found themselves in was cluttered with bubbling beakers over smoldering burners, lit by the cool glow of fluorescent lanterns.

Then the smell hit him and he realized this was anything but.

“Guys this is a meth lab we need to get out of here now,”

Claire whipped around towards him “How the heck do you know what a meth lab looks like!?”

“Watching Breaking Bad how else!? We need to go before–”

“You brats aren’t going anywhere,”

They all froze at the sound, Toby’s heart shooting straight up into his throat, turning to see a guy who looked just as scruffy as the dead guy pointing a handgun at them.

“I wouldn’t let Jason narc on me, and I won’t let some random brats–”

Whatever else the guy had to say was lost when Mary threw a boiling beaker full of something in his face. Whatever it was making a nasty hissing sound when it made contact with his skin. He howled in pain, dropping the gun and pawing at his face, and the five of them booked it out the room.

The five of them sprinted down the dark tunnel, not even seeing where they were going. Pain flared in his knees and elbows as Toby banged into the walls in his mad sprint but he didn’t slow down. They were so frantic in their running Toby didn’t notice until too late that they’d made a wrong turn at the small tunnel.

“Guys I think we’re lost,”

They came to a halt at a crossroads, whipping around at the various tunnels surrounding them, Claire pulling out her map.

“Any…” Jim pulled in a deep shuddering breath “Aanyone know the way out?”.

“That way…I think,” Claire looked up from the map and pointed down a side tunnel, this one with a very real rat crawling along–

A thunderous boom and the rat vanished in an instant, the concrete behind it spattered in red.

Toby whirled to see scruffy, splotchy red burns covering his face and a shotgun tightly gripped in both hands. At the sight his entire body went cold all over. A handgun was bad but a single bullet could easily be dodged, but a shotgun in this small a space–

Oh god they were going to die.

“No one’s going anywhere!” Scruffy barked “I’ve worked too long and too hard to let it get screwed up by–”

There was another skittering sound to their side, Scruffy whipped the gun around and fired.

Toby stared at the spot, but to his surprise instead of the red spatter of another rat this was green…and thick looking, stray arms and legs still twitching.

What the fu–

The cocking of the shotgun pulled his attention back to scruffy.

“Now all of you against the wall before I–”

“Waka chaka….”

The voice, so low and raspy, for a second Toby thought he imagined it, echoed from behind scruffy. Along with the clicking of claws on stone.

Scruffy whirled around, allowing the others to see the creature.

It was green, about the size of a cat, round fat body with spindly limbs, pointy ears and wide frog-like mouth lined with large teeth.

The creature hissed at Scruffy, who yelped and fired the shotgun again. Turning the creature into a green puddle with a loud blast.

“Waka chaka…”

Another identical green creature crawling in from a side tunnel, Toby and the others dove for cover as scruffy blasted it away to.

“Waka chaka…”

“Waka chaka..”

More and more green creatures poured in from all around them, seemingly endless, scruffy firing this way and that. The deafening booms echoing in the small space. But for every creature he blew away two more took its place. Soon the entire space was swarming with green creatures, all of them streaming towards scruffy as he struggled to keep them at bay with his shotgun.

And Scruffy pulled the trigger only to hear the gun click harmlessly.

He bellowed and started batting away creatures with the butt of the gun, but then one jumped on top of his head, another two on his back, and a third on his chest sent him toppling to the ground.

Scruffy vanished in an instant as the creatures swarmed over him with various cries of ‘Waka chaka’ his shouts of alarm turning to howls of pain.

It was horrible but Toby couldn’t look away, staring at the writhing mass of green creatures while scruffy screeched in agony underneath them.

A tug on his elbow startled him, whipping around to see Darci, face a mask of desperation, pulling him in the direction of a side tunnel. The others already standing outside it poised to run.

Right, this wasn’t time to stop and stare. They had to get out while the getting was good. Toby hurried after her, filing into the tunnel with the others, sparing the writhing green mass that concealed scruffy one final glance before it vanished from sight.

But his screams followed them as they went down the tunnel, getting softer and softer before abruptly cutting off in a wet gurgle.

Toby forced himself to not think about what that meant and kept running.

Finally, he felt the cool breeze of fresh air on his face as the five of them staggered outside. Darkness of the tunnel giving way to swaying trees beneath a starry sky.

“What…” Mary managed to gasp out between panted breaths, sinking down on her hands and knees in the dirt “What were those things?”

They all shared a tense look but no one said anything.

Frankly Toby had no idea what those things were. And he knew that later, after the adrenaline faded and he actually had time to process what the hell they’d just seen, he would question everything he thought he knew about their town, the world they lived in, and the creatures they shared it with.

But right now he was just grateful to be alive.

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