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"Why am I still doing this?"
"Don't you get it?"
"This is all just a show... and we're playing parts~"
#junie art post#utmv#ink sans#swap sans#dream sans#yea that lyric is from the undertale musical... it was fitting#anyways#you know how back then star sanses were 'fight evil (bad sanses) do good!!' i mean... it still is. but back then it was more...innocent?#*looks at the steven universe star sanses cover i saved on my phone*#ultimately tho...how much do u think ink plays along with that as nothing more than a script given to him#because really. ink is more of a stagehand than a stage performer#and for ink that job comes with knowledge that makes it hard to perform#like you guys ever think more about how ink struggles to view the people around him as ârealâ (like him) and not characters?#i think about it a lot.#especially. in his 'star sanses' era#to me theres always this nonchalance(?) he treats other sanses 'backstory' and maybe the character themself if he interacts with them#because he cant really treat them as 'real' people#you get what i mean???#THAT DOESNT MEAN HE STAYS LIKE THIS FOREVER. HE CAN GET DEVELOPMENT. LOOK AT ZEPHYRTOP RP. PRIME EXAMPLE.#you see i imagine star sanses as like this cute tv show like madoka magica. starts off cute. ends with you in a crisis#dream is easily the protag in my eyes. comes out with no clue how long its been and explores with fresh eyes. meets swap. meets ink#then they fight evil! cool multiverse exploration! undertale shenanigans!!!!#dream and swap go thru their character arcs#and ink stays suspiciously stagnant#until we get THIS reveal and theres that implication that hes been also behind the scenes nudging things along to 'improve the story'#'anything for the entertainment of the Creators!'#ISNT THAT MESSED UP?? ISNT THAT G R E A T#utmv fanart#ink!tale#underswap
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Please donât just laugh and clap right now
#deltarune#kris dreemurr#utdr#fanart#bg is supposed to not be readable but its the ending lyrics of The Whole World & You#Starting from the lyric âplease donât just laugh and clap rigjt nowâ#right* w/e#god i love kris dreemurr puppet strings energy
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my time has come. On my grave I want Blue flowers and a stupid joke.
#remember when I was complaining about my sister singing in latin?#(by the way It seems It was from the opera âGiuditta e Oloferneâ)#Wepl#She has apparently been singing It on and off for over a month#and It must have sneaked into my brain#at dinner She was singing the aria again#at a certain point She stops and looks at me expetantly#and I continue (reluctantly) with the few lyrics that I couldn't delete from my mind#now She will randomly start a duet#and sibling code dictate I must answer#what have I done?#( °_°)#random#rambling#sibling chaos#sibling dynamics#siblings
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I studied romantic/victorian literature and did spoken word/free verse poetry.
You get what you get.
Disclaimer these are just a small sampling of some possible writer traits Iâve noticed either in myself or in fics I read. Also consider a rb for sample size !
#overuse of words or repetition of phrases with small adjustments in a lyrical manner#what's another word for this none of them are better#which tense was i using?#A D V E R B S for E V E R Y T H I N G#nobody needed that allegory#dashes#a hundred dashes#this was supposed to be five chapters and I'm running near 20k words maybe a quarter written#whoops i cannot start at the beginning and i write chapters from different time periods in the piece#which requires a lot of retconning#REVISING THE SAME CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED TIMES IT IS NEVER FINISHED I CAN MAKE IT BETTER#writing
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#music.#me talking about my fav part of the lyrics but its jsut me sending the entire lyrics in whole#im so glad coly went 'yeah we need mili for our series' cuz milis songs are ssoooooooooooo.....T_T lov........#year n makes my stomach hurt which is more or less my average mhyk experience so im so happy#fujimoris art is sooooo good......the pinky promise....the fireworks..........#'so we start another journey' when a lot of the lyrics is about leaving & goodbyes aUuugUUughHHghghghhg looks at the amount of current#sages wizards with ties to e/o................#when did we start building happiness upon sacrifices..............#'sometimes goodbyes are necessary' makes me so emotional.........the sage from another world.........nero who couldnt stay with brad.......#central kingdom who eventually came to retrieve arthur from oz...........#snow & white also makes me ssoooOOooOOooOo#aughhhhh its so bittersweet. its so wonderful i lov u mili#'If our hearts remain lonely will you make a promise to me?' -> 'If our hearts remain loving will you break a promise with me?'#-> 'And if our hearts remain beating will you keep the promise to me?' GAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#i lov the complexity of relationships
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absolutely obsessed with the implications of the different versions of the ballad now we have the full picture. it really is a masterclass in songwriting.
we start with nicky's version. the road is a metaphor for death, but it's about acceptance ("tame your fears, a door appears, the time has come to go"). it resolves musically, we end on the note we began on. it's in a major key, it sounds happy. it's a fun little tune.
agatha takes this and twists it in the version that plays over the montage of her killing covens. some of the chords are the same (A and D in the chorus) but they're minor versions now. it sounds dark and sad. agatha is grieving. when the other witches join in the harmonies are sinister, adding notes from the minor key. this becomes canonised in the sacred chant version: for 260 years agatha has been stuck grieving nicky.
enter lorna wu. her version is in a different key (p sure it's E flat major at the start). there are still some minor chords but the overall effect isn't the same, it's a major key. partly this is a trick of the instruments and the rock/pop vibe but we know there's a still a mother's grief about not being able to save her child (and herself?) in there, but she's more positive about this than agatha was: she accepts her own death, and she will protect alice if she can, but ultimately the road is still a metaphor about death and everyone walks it, but this time lorna changes the lyrics (the door doesn't appear to death in this version, it appears "to love that never dies" the people we love stay with us after death). and then the bridge. now a bridge musically takes us somewhere new, quite often it signals a key change, a turning point in the lyrics, something shifting. here I think the function is to show us that lorna is not accepting of agatha's static version of the ballad that has stayed the same (unable to move past her grief). the key modulates to a minor one (I think it's A minor), it's sad as lorna tells alice that though lorna will die, she'll always be with her: "if I can't reach you... if I can't hold you, remember what I told you". I think it's significant the last chorus is "we" go down, down, down the road. everyone walks the road to death. it's part of life. agatha can't accept this, but lorna does. she'll see alice at the end.
#kind of sad Alice didn't get to see lorna again when rio took her but never mind#agatha all along#shout out to my wife who had to listen to me play various different versions of this on the piano before work this morning#as I was turning it all over in my mind
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So High School | Kim Mingyu
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pairing: fiancé!mingyu x pregnant!fem!reader
rating: fluff, mature
genre: non-idol au, slice of life, established relationship
summary: you and your fiancé haven't discussed the idea of you having children, but with your wedding approaching, the idea of starting a family with him has been on your mind.
warnings: please read ALL! contains smut! not much but a little! (!!!) some time skips, reader gets pregnant, planned pregnancy, reader's mom loves mingyu, reader deals with morning sickness (for my fellow emetophobics this may be triggering!), minwon coworkers mentioned, smut warnings: creampie, unprotected sex, multiple rounds mentioned, backshots, fingering.
word count: 3k
AHEM! go listen to so high school by taylor swift (perhaps while you read!)
author's note!: i listened to taylor waaaay too much while i was writing this, as you can probably tell by the title đ«Ł what can i say! guilty. my first time writing slice of life au! i had fun lowkey. AGHHH i just love writing cute mingyu esp when it involves future dad mingyu. the song lyrics are meant to be spacers for the time-skips btw! shoutout to @jenoslutie for also supporting my vision with this đ muah xo
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I feel so high school every time I look at you, I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you...
Mingyu was your dream man in many ways than one. The perfect boy to bring home to your parents, cooked delicious meals for you, and overall made you feel safe.Â
You two had been engaged for months now, and wedding planning was well underway, the date set for early into the new year. As if it wasnât stressful enough, your mom had already started questioning whether the two of you had wanted children, or planned to in the future. The answer was always the same,
âMom, I donât know⊠we havenât talked about it into a lot of detail⊠maybe later onâŠâ or âCâmon, weâre still young, Mom!âÂ
Mingyu didnât know any of this, and youâd probably never tell him, not wanting him to feel pressured by your badgering mother. You both knew you wanted children eventually, but you never talked that far into the future.
But⊠you also thought⊠maybe you would want to have children, if it was with Mingyu.Â
Mingyu would be the father to play dress up and makeovers with your daughter, have tea parties with her, or play with faux tools with your son and pretend to fix things, and play with plastic dinosaurs.
You couldn't picture anybody that would be more perfect to do it with than him.
Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? It's just a game, but really I'm bettin' on all three for us two...
Mingyu stands at the kitchen counter, cooking dinner like he usually does, and he usually insists since he gets home a little earlier from work than you do most days.Â
You come from the kitchen after changing out of your work clothes to see him chopping garlic as a pot is boiling on the stove.Â
âWhat are you making?â
âAgio e olio,â Mingyu responds, looking up to smile at you briefly. âI know itâs your favorite, and you said you were craving it.â
You smile, coming over to kiss him on the cheek quickly. âThank you, you make it so good anyway.â You chuckle as he playfully rolls his eyes.Â
He tosses the garlic in a pan on the stove, stirring it a little, then adds the pasta to the boiling water.
You decide now is the time to break your silence, and tell him whatâs been on your mind lately.
âGyu,â You speak up. â⊠I think we should talk about something.âÂ
âWhat?â Mingyuâs gaze turns to meet yours, a concerned look on his face, and you immediately want to kiss him and make it go away.
âWhy? Whatâs wrong?â
âIâve been thinkingâŠâ You pause, racking your brain on how to word what youâre about to tell him, also given that you didnât want to scare him. âWhat do you think about us⊠having a baby?âÂ
You look up at his undeniable surprised expression; after all you did come out of nowhere with that statement.
âI mean, I know we havenât really discussed it much, and weâre getting married in a few months⊠but I have been thinking about it a lot, and I want to, weâre at that age-â You break out into a nervous ramble before he cuts you off.
âIâve thought about it too. I thought it should be something that we shouldâŠyou know⊠talk about.â Mingyu says.
âI donât want to put any pressure on you, or I guess, on us.â You continue. âI know weâre not married officially yet, and our wedding isnât until a few more months, but I donât know, I think I want to.âÂ
Mingyu turns to you, smiling ear to ear in the adorable happy puppy way he typically does when heâs over the top excited about something. âI know, me too.â
âDoes this mean⊠weâre trying?â You canât even hide your smile, your cheeks hurt as you attempt to be the least bit nonchalant.
âYeah⊠fuck⊠câmere.â Mingyu pulls you closer to him, kissing you fervently.
You pull back, releasing his grip from your waist.
âHey, after dinner,â You smirk, giggling at his eagerness. âYouâre gonna burn your garlic.â
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âMingyu⊠I canât, fuck-â You whine, your face nearly buried into the pillow underneath you.
âYeah you can babyâŠâ Mingyu grunts, his hand slides up your back to push you down even more. âTaking it all like a good girlâŠâ
You nearly collapse as you can barely hold yourself up anymore, and youâre being pushed forward almost to the headboard from the force of him behind you.
âIâm gonna come, âgyu.â You cry, your hand trailing down to rub tight circles on your clit, making your thighs tremble as you push yourself closer to the edge.Â
âGo on babyâŠâ Mingyu groans, feeling you get tighter around him. âCum all over my cock like a good girl.â
You cry his name again as he pushes you over the edge, white-knuckling the sheets as he keeps thrusting inside you, almost even harder.
âFuckâŠâ  He groans as he slows down, stilling before he comes inside you.
He pulls out, watching himself drip out of you briefly as he curses under his breath, before he pushes it back inside you with two fingers, making you whine.
âSorry, babyâŠâ Mingyu sweetly apologizes.
You flip over on your back, pulling him down to kiss him.
âI wanna go againâŠâ You say against his lips, pushing his sweaty long hair back.
âReally?â He asks sweetly, leaning down to kiss your neck a few times. âWasnât too much?â
âNeverâŠâ
Truth, dare, spin bottles, You know how to ball, I know Aristotle Brand new, full-throttle, Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto...
The next few weeks were just the usual. Going into work during the day, shopping for the wedding with your sister, ⊠Mingyu practically never leaving you alone, but that you wouldnât complain about.
âWhat kind of flowers are you guys doing?â Your sister asks you. The two of you made plans to get coffee, and you guys typically talked about whatever. She always voiced her opinion on your life whether it was boyfriends, career moves, and now: your wedding.
âWhite lilies; one of my favorites. Mingyu said I could just pick what I wanted, heâs happy with whatever I choose.â You say.
âThatâs sweet,â She smiles, stirring her matcha latte. âEven though, he probably doesnât care.â She chuckles.
âYouâre probably right, I think he has other things on his mind other than flowers.â You laugh, only you know what you mean by that.Â
You never told her the both of you had been trying to have a baby.
âIâve always liked him, though, you know that.â She smiles. âIf thereâs anybody you marry and spend forever with, i'm glad itâs him. Heâs just right for you.â
You smile, glancing down as your gaze flickers on your sparkling engagement ring under the coffee shop lights.
Youâre definitely glad itâs him.
âDo you mind if we go into the grocery store down the street? I need to just run in and get a few things.â She asks you.
You nod. âYeah, thatâs fine. I could probably use a few things too.âÂ
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âHow do you know if a watermelon is a really good one?â She asks you, as the fruit by the entrance catches her eye.
âYouâre asking me?â You laugh. âI have no idea, I have heard though if theyâre a dark green, itâs too watery.â
âYou were always good at picking them, I know Mom used to always say that.â She replies. âMaybe I wonât get one, are they even in season?â
âProbably not, itâs November. Anyway, what did you need here?â You say, grabbing a hand basket for yourself.
âJust usual stuff, yogurt⊠eggs, oat milk, some strawberries⊠whatever else I find that I think i need.â She says, placing strawberries and avocados in her cart. Already straying from the list.Â
You follow her, bagging up some apples, cucumbers, and brussel sprouts into your basket.Â
Youâre both wandering down the ice cream aisle, as youâre grabbing whatever pint of peanut butter ice cream you can find, when your sister speaks up.
âOh! Letâs go to the hygiene section, I need to get some tampons. That time of the month soon.â
You pause, ice cream in hand, suddenly racking your brain trying to remember when the last time your period was. A few weeks ago? Last month? Were you supposed to get it? Were you late?
âY/nâŠ? Whatâs wrong? Everything okay?â She asks, seemingly able to read your inner monologue going on in your head.Â
âY-yeahâŠâ You reply, placing the ice cream in your basket, all while your heart is still racing. Was it joy? Nervousness? âItâs just⊠I canât remember the last time I had my periodâŠâ
I'm watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night Your friends are around, so be quiet, I'm trying to stifle my sighs 'Cause I feel so high school, Every time I look at you...
âI feel bad doing this without him,â You say, staring down at the two blinking pregnancy tests on the counter. âMingyu should be hereâŠâ
âHeâll be home from work soon wonât he? Youâll tell him then. Câmon, heâll understand, practically sister code for me to be the first one to know.â She replies, checking the time on her phone.Â
Itâs true, you both always did tell each other everything before you told anybody else.Â
âItâs almost time.â
âI canât look.â You anxiously turn away. âItâs killing me.â
âHow did this happen?â She asks. âI mean⊠not to be noseyâŠ.â
âWell we talked about it, and weâve been kinda⊠sorta, trying to get pregnant.âÂ
âWhat?! How come you didnât tell me you were?â She exclaims, playfully shoving you.
âWe decided to about a little over a month ago. We talked about it, we decided it was something we both wanted,â You start, just as her phone timer goes off, you quickly turn around from the counter. âOh my god, oh my god, I canât look.â
âIâll do it first,â She says, shoving her way in front of you. âOh my god⊠y/nâŠâ You can hear the excitement and smile in her voice.
You turn around, facing the two tests.
You see it, âpregnantâ, displayed clearly on both.
âOh my god, I donât,â You almost stutter, lost for words. âI- I donât know what to say.â
âGood news?â She asks.
âYeah, yeah, of course.â You smile, suddenly becoming teary, feeling a bunch of emotions at once. Excitement. Nervousness.  âI just- fuck⊠I wish Mingyu was here. I didnât want to find out like this.â
âRelax, youâll tell him later,â She laughs. âEspecially âcause I know you wonât be able to keep this from him long.â
âNo, youâre absolutely right. Thereâs no way Iâm holding it in.â
And in a blink of a crinkling eye I'm sinking, our fingers entwined Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me...
You spend the evening trying to decide elaborate ways that youâll tell him.Â
Putting a test in a gift bag as a present? Corny.
Hiding it somewhere and letting him find it? Too lame.
You decided to literally just come right out and tell him, especially because you didnât want to figure out some cliche way of getting it out.
Mingyu comes home from work, greeting you as he walks in the door, adorably kissing your forehead as he wraps his arms around you, perfectly engulfing you.
âHow was your day, honey?â He sweetly asks you, genuinely curious as heâs awaiting your answer.Â
âIt was good actually, I had coffee with my sister, then we went to the grocery store, doesnât sound like much but we had fun.â You lean up and kiss his lips, smiling.
âBut itâs better now that youâre here.âÂ
Mingyu smiles, kissing you again.
âIâm going to get changed really quick, okay?â Mingyu says.
You jokingly pout. âAw, but you look so nice in your slacks and button up shirt⊠at least let me savor it.â You reach up, undoing a few buttons on his shirt.
âEnjoying this?â Mingyu chuckles.
âYes, very.â You smile.
âWell I was gonna ask you, if you wanted to, Wonwoo and Seungcheol asked if we wanted to go out and get dinner with them, and hang out maybe get some drinks.â He continues, before he starts walking off to your shared bedroom to change, as you follow him. âWonwoo asked me before I left the office.âÂ
âI donât know⊠maybe?â You reply, hesitating a bit.
Meanwhile your mind works a mile a minute trying to think of how to break this news of yours to him.
âIt wouldnât be until a little later, if thatâs better. No rush.â Mingyu says, nonchalantly unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off. What a distraction.Â
He slips on a white t-shirt , and gray sweatpants; his usual after work attire. Suddenly you wonder if whatever you have to tell him is really that important anyway, and you immediately consider just saying âforget itâ and fucking him right here in the early hours of the evening. Whatâd be the big deal? You were already pregnant, anyways.
No! You quickly shake that thought from your mind, refocusing.
âGyu,â You start, getting his full attention. âThereâs something⊠I have to tell you something.â
âWhat?âÂ
âIâm not even really sure how to tell you, um hang on,â You continue, leaving the room quickly to retrieve one of the pregnancy tests youâd left in the bathroom.Â
You come back, very obviously holding something behind your back.
âI guess I should say I kind of have a surprise to tell you.â
âWhat? What?â Mingyu asks, eager already by the way youâre already smirking, unable to contain yourself.
âItâs, um, thisâŠâ You start, pulling the test from behind your back. âI didnât know how to tell you, I was gonna plan something but I couldnât wait.â You laugh, smiling ear to ear.
Mingyu takes it from you, seemingly uncaring, or forgetting, that you literally peed on the thing. His mouth drops opened, in awe.
âOh my godâŠâ He speaks, beaming. âWhen did you find out?âÂ
âToday, actually.â You say. âI wound up taking a test, and⊠yeah.âÂ
You sigh. âI feel so weird about it, I know I was expecting it but I feel so excited and nervous at the same time.â
You glance up at Mingyu, and you see him still examining the test in his hand.
âAre you okay?â
âYeah, yeah,â Mingyu nods, his eyes meeting yours and you see heâs now smiling. âIâm just⊠happy, surprised..â
âI mean, cmon, what were we really expectingâŠâ You joke, blushing.
âYou know what I mean, itâs still crazy to me.â Mingyu comes closer to you, kissing you.Â
âYeah, it sure isâŠâ You smile up at him.Â
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âItâs okay, honey,â Mingyu reassures you, speaking softly. âJust get it outâŠâ
Mingyu kneels behind you on the cold tile floor, holding your hair back as youâre hanging your head over the toilet as your stomach empties its contents.
âThere you goâŠâÂ
You wonder how he can even stand to be in the bathroom with you, if the roles were reversed, youâd be outside the door nearly gagging.
âAre you okay?â Mingyu asks, helping you sit up, as he wraps his arms around you to keep you steady.Â
You slowly nod as you flush, still feeling a touch of nausea. âYeah, can you just- just stay here for a little bit.âÂ
Mingyu sits on the tile floor as he leans against the bathtub, and he guides you back to sit in front of him.
You lean back into him, and he leans down and kisses your shoulder. You catch a glance at his watch on his wrist even in the dim light of the very early morning.
âOh my god, Gyu, is it really 5am?â You groggily ask, feeling sorry. âYou have to work in the morning, donât you?â
âShh, itâs okay, itâs not a big deal.â Mingyu reassures you. âI can always go in a little later, I wanna make sure youâre okay.ïżœïżœÂ
ââŠI think Iâm good now,â You say, starting to stand up slowly, as Mingyu helps you all the way. ââŠYou know, I have heard that the more nauseas you are, it probably means youâre having a girl. And if you have none at all, itâs probably a boy.â
Mingyu chuckles, âWhere do you come up with this? Is that even a thing?âÂ
âThe internet⊠you know, social media. Everythingâs on there.â You protest.
âYouâre delirious,â Mingyu playfully rolls his eyes. âCmon, letâs go back to bed.â
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âGyu, we have to leave in like an hour,â You say, as youâre getting ready in the bathroom, finishing up your final touches on your hair. âI donât want to be late for dinner at my parents house.â
Mingyu stands in the doorway now, âThis okay?â He shows off a navy blue polo shirt and black jeans.Â
âYeah, honey, you look nice.â You smile. âBesides, you could wear anything around her, she adores you anyways.âÂ
It was true. Your mother would always be calling Mingyu to help around the house when your Father was away on a business trip. She needed help fixing something? Sheâd call Mingyu. She needs help building a side table? You bet sheâs calling Mingyu. His height was also a bonus, being able to reach things stored higher up.
Mingyu smiles at you adoringly, as his eyes trail down your body.
âWhat?â You ask when you notice him.
âYouâre starting to show a little,â He smiles. âYou look cute.â
You giggle, placing your hands on your stomach. âYeah I know, she wants to be seen now, sheâs done hiding.âÂ
âWell, are my girls ready to go?â Mingyu smiles, kissing you.Â
âYeah,â You giggle, smiling as you kiss him again. âLetâs go.âÂ
It's true, swear, scouts honor You knew what you wanted and boy, you got her.
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O is for the only one I see â alexia putellas x reader
part 2 of my l-o-v-e miniseries. full masterlist here!
in which: you and Alexia have your first communication mishap after a family meeting gone wrong
warnings: argument, miscommunication, insecure reader
wc: 7.9k
an: i hope you understand the concept lol. i think the name 'miniseries' makes it sound like it's all gonna be 1 continuous story but it's more a one-shot vibe based on a lyric each time, as i describe in the summary. nonetheless, hope you enjoy!
In the past few months, Alexia had seamlessly become a part of your every day in ways you never thought possible. From her quiet insistence on walking you to your car after late dinners to the way she texted you pictures of her travels when she was away for games, it felt... natural. Easy, even. But meeting her family? That was a whole new level, one you werenât sure you were ready for.
The way Alexia spoke about her family never failed to fill you with warmth. The way she, her mother and her sister bonded together over the course of their lives was something you could only admire. They were pillars in her life, the people she would fall back on when everything else in her life seemed to be going south. And now, you were about to meet them. It wasnât just nerves bubbling under the surface, it was the nagging doubt if you were going to fit in. If they would approve of you, think of you worthy enough to date their daughter.
Alexia didnât date. Hadnât, in a good few years. She held herself to high standards and her family knew that, so they only wanted what was best for her. Whether thatâs what you were, theyâd have to see. What if they donât like you?
âYou know theyâre going to love you,â Alexia said, leaning against the bathroom door frame with her arms crossed over her chest, as you smoothed down your shirt for what felt like the sixth time in as many minutes. You shot her a glare. âYou say that now. Wait until Alba starts grilling me like a detective.â She laughed, walking over to you and fixing your collar. She cradled your face, hands on your cheeks and pressed a reassuring, lingering kiss against your lips. âIf Alba says anything, Iâll handle her. I just want you to be yourself.â You shot her a grateful smile, turning your gaze back at the mirror, taking your appearance in another time.
âDo you think this is too much? Or⊠not enough? I can change if you want, I have another couple options laying on the bed.â Alexia wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, and some of your nerves settled at the warmth that radiated from her embrace. She pressed gentle kisses against the side of your neck, you leaning your head back against her shoulder to allow her more space. âYou look perfect. My family is not expecting royalty, you know. Theyâre just excited to meet you.â You turned in her grasp then, tucking a couple strands of hair behind her ear. âExcited to meet me? Or excited to see if Iâm good enough for you?â
Your girlfriendââ it still felt surreal to call her that, chuckled at that, leaning her head against your shoulder. âMi vida, stop. They wonât judge you. Mami will probably try and feed you whatever sheâs been cooking since this morning the second you walk through the door, and my sister will ask you a hundred questions about how we met.â You stayed silent at that, taking a moment of appreciation for the kindness and understanding that came from your lover.
âYouâre overthinking. Theyâre going to love you. How could they not?â Alexia tilted your head back up, her eyes meeting yours. âBecause Iâm not⊠you. I donât have the perfect career or the perfect family. What if they think Iâm not good enough?â
Alexia bit her lip at that, before taking your hand and leading you back to the bedroom. She sat down on the bed, signaling you to come sit on her lap. You did, your knees on either side as you faced her again. âFirst of all, Iâm not perfect. And second, thatâs not how my family works. They donât care about status or titles. All they care about is kindness, respect, and whether you make me happy.â The Spaniard rested her forehead against yours as she spoke.
âAnd do I?â âEvery single day.â
As you left the bedroom together, Alexia threw another look towards you over her shoulder. âOh, and for the record, if anyone asks you about football. The answer is always Barca.â You giggled, rolling your eyes at her words. âNoted. Youâre going to owe me for this.â âDinner with the Putellas clan is a small price to pay. Trust me.â
The apartment door clicked shut behind you, and youâre met with the cold afternoon air on a wintery Saturday in Barcelona. You pulled your jacket a little tighter around your figure, already cursing yourself for having dressed too lightly for the occasion. The streetlights cast a soft glow on the quiet neighbourhood, the orange-yellow hues bouncing off the cobblestone pavement beneath your feet. You despised Winter. Despised the cold, despised the dark mornings and dark evenings.
Alexiaâs car brought you back to your senses. Itâs familiar, and the way Alexiaâs perfume lingers and mixes with the faint sense of leather calmed you down. The soft hum of the engine the only sound between the two of you. You couldnât bear the silence any longer though, as if it was weighing you down with each passing minute.
âOkay, letâs set some expectations. Whatâs the worst thing your family could say or ask tonight?â Alexia glanced over at you, an amused smile on your face as she expertly manoeuvred the steering wheel one-handed. âWorst thing? Hmm⊠Mami might ask if you know how to make paella. She likes to test people on their cooking knowledge.â You scoffed nervously at her words. âGreat. Let me just Google how not to butcher a classic Spanish dish before we get there.â Alexia cocked an eyebrow at you. âRelax. You could burn your toast and theyâd still like you.â You didnât respond at that, and that led to your girlfriend briefly squeezing your knee, and then resting her hand on your thigh. âIâm serious. You donât have to impress anyone. Just⊠be yourself.â You looked out the window, looking at the passing cars. âI wish I had your confidence.â âYou donât need that. You have mine.â
The roads were quiet for the time of day, but thereâs a faint hum of life outside. The city felt alive but not overwhelming. Alexiaâs playlist waltzed through the background, the songs that remind you of your lover calming your senses once again. You noticed the way she taps her fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music, her relaxed demeanor helping you stay calm. You didnât want to mess this up. It had been a while since Alexia had seen her family, properly, for more than a couple short moments after a game. Somehow, you hadnât met them yet. The games you went to, they couldnât come and vice versa. It was Alexiaâs mum that insisted she brought you to the family dinner, something that on its own shouldâve calmed your nerves, but the rational part of your brain was completely at the mercy of the overwhelming feeling of self-doubt.
The journey didnât take as long as expected, traffic not nearly as bad as either of you had foreseen. Alexiaâs hand was tracing soft, reassuring patterns on your thigh and your hand was on top of hers, steadling grounding yourself with her touch. Before you knew it, Alexia pulled into the driveway of her childhood home. âOh God, I didnât realize we were here already.â Alexia chuckled, but stayed silent for a moment. She let you come to your senses, knowing you were going to be fine, but just needed a moment to ground yourself. Your eyes searched the area, and you were overwhelmed by the sheer amount of cars that were all around the house. âBaby, how many people are here tonight?â Alexia winced at that, having forgotten to mention that it was never only close family when the Putellasâs came together. She tried to remain casual, though. âEh, maybe like 20 people? Just a small group. Itâll be okay, amor.â You mumbled something incoherently under your breath and Alexia wished it wasnât you cursing her out, but she didnât have time to dwell on it as you opened your door and stepped outside.
âSo, any final words?â You questioned, your hand resting on the doorbell, not quite ready to ring yet. âSmile. Be yourself. Donât let mami overwhelm you with food.â You cocked your eyebrows at her. âMhm, thatâs a lot of pressure. What if I fail at one of those things?â Alexia pressed a kiss against your temple, mumbling her next words against your hair. âThen youâd still look cute failing.â You rolled your eyes. âSuch a charmer, Alexia. I walked right into that one, didnât I?â âCompletely. But seriously, youâve got this.â Your girlfriend took your hand in hers for a second and gave a reassuring squeeze, before she eventually rang the doorbell.
Eliâs face lit up inexplicably wide at the sight of her daughter. âMi niña, look at you, youâre finally here.â She pulled Alexia into a tight hug first, and by Alexiaâs body language, you could tell that she needed this. She practically smothered her daughter with affection, but Alexia quickly became second best the moment her eyes landed on you, her expression softening into one of pure warmth. âAnd you must be the one she hasnât stopped talking about!â Before you could even fully process her words, sheâs wrapping you in a firm, welcoming embrace. The scent of her lavender perfume and something faintly sweet invaded your senses, and it immediately struck you as a homely feeling. Her hug lingered just long enough to feel sincere, and when she pulled back, her hands settled gently on your shoulders.
âCome in, come in! Donât just stand out here in the cold. Iâve been so excited to meet you." Alexia watched the interaction with a fond smile, her gaze flickering between you and her mum as you stepped into the warmth of the house. It felt almost surreal. The cozy hum of voices from the living room, the inviting smell of food wafting from the kitchen. Youâre not sure what you expected, but it wasnât this; this immediate sense of belonging. You couldnât help but glance at Alexia, a smile creeping onto your face despite your earlier nerves. She noticed, her own smile widening in response.
But as Eli ushered you both further inside, you caught a fleeting glance exchanged between Alexia and her mum. Itâs quick, almost unnoticeable, but something about it tugged at the edge of your thoughts. Maybe it was the slight furrow in Eliâs brow that smoothed out too quickly, or the way Alexiaâs smile dimmed just a fraction before she responded. It passed before you could think too much of it, overshadowed by Eliâs bright chatter as she guided you toward the living room. But the seed of doubt was planted, small but persistent.
The living room buzzed with warmth and chatter as Eli guided you inside. The people gathered are lively, her relatives talking over one another, kids darting around in a chaotic blur, and a general air of familiarity you can almost taste. âCome, let me introduce you,â Eli said with a bright smile, tugging you further into the room. Alexia stayed close, her hand lightly resting at your lower back, an anchor as youâre passed from one family member to the next.
First, itâs Alexiaâs aunt. A lively woman with curly hair and a booming laugh, pulled you into a tight hug as though sheâs known you for years. âOh, so this is her,â she said knowingly, nudging Alexia with a grin. âYou didnât tell me how gorgeous she is.â âTĂaâ Alexia mumbled, her ears turning pink, but the playful reprimand only made her aunt laugh harder. âAnd polite, too, I bet,â the aunt added, turning to you. âPlease, call me TĂa Marta. Now tell me, is she as much of a neat freak at home as she was when she was a kid? She used to get mad if I folded a towel the âwrong way.ââ Alexia groaned behind you, but you laughed, feeling a little more at ease.
Up next is Alexiaâs grandmother. She was smaller than you expected, her frame delicate but her spirit vibrant. She took your hands in hers, her skin soft and warm, and looked up at you with kind, twinkling eyes. âEres preciosa, niña,â she said softly, her voice comforting. You managed a thank you in your best Spanish, and she beamed with pride. âHer Spanish is good!â she told Alexia in Catalan, patting your hand. âAbuela,â Alexia interjected gently, translating for you with a smile. âShe says youâre beautiful.â âWell, sheâs beautiful too,â you responded shyly, feeling your cheeks warm under the older womanâs approving gaze.
Then suddenly, a young cousin, the boy probably no older than six, bolted toward Alexia the second he walked in, arms wide and squealing her name. Alexia catched him mid-run, spinning him around effortlessly. It struck a chord somewhere inside of you, but you werenât ready to develop the thought yet that was simmering at the back of your mind. âWhoâs this?â the little boy asked once heâs settled in Alexiaâs arms, pointing at you.
âThis is my... friend,â Alexia said carefully, glancing at you with a flicker of hesitation. The little boy looked at you curiously before deciding, âSheâs pretty. Do you like Spiderman?â Caught off guard, you stammered, âUh, yes? I think heâs cool.â âGood,â the cousin declared, nodding seriously. âBecause I donât like boring people.â You shared a laugh with Alexia, who shook her head fondly.
At one point a couple minutes later, an uncle, already stationed near the appetizers, offered you a small plate. âTry this,â he said, holding up a slice of jamĂłn ibĂ©rico. âThis is the best youâll ever taste.â You accepted it, and the flavor immediately melted on your tongue. âWow,â you exhale, impressed. He grinned, nodding approvingly. âI told you. Good taste,â he said, pointing at you before winking at Alexia. âThis oneâs a keeper, eh?â Alexia chuckled, shaking her head. âShe hasnât even had the croquetas yet.â âCroquetas?â you asked, curious. âJust wait,â Alexia replied, her smirk confident.
Eli stole you away then, leading you with her to the sofa. âShe talks about you, you know,â she said quietly, handing you a glass of wine. You blinked in surprise. âShe does?â âEvery time we talk,â she said with a smile, her eyes soft as they glanced toward Alexia. âYou make her happy.â Your heart swelled, and you glanced at your girlfriend across the room, who was talking to her cousin again. She mustâve felt your eyes on her because she looked back, offering a small smile thatâs just for you.
But then, there was a change in the air. It was not outright hostility, not even close. But as the introductions continuedâ they seemed endless, there was a distinct feeling in the back of your mind that you couldnât ignore. A couple of the older relatives asked pointed questions about your work. Questions that felt almost like challenges, though they were wrapped in polite tones. âSo, what do you do exactly? Must be quite demanding, no?â You answered as best as you can, without wanting to seem too affected by the unpleasant tone youâre being spoken to.Â
As you were chatting with another of Alexiaâs cousins, one of her auntsâ not the one that welcomed you so warmly earlier, interrupted the conversation with a comment that caught you off guard. âWell, I hope youâre not one of those people who thinks dating a footballer is all glamour and fame. Itâs hard work, you know.â The words are said with a faint smile, her tone almost teasing. Almost. But thereâs something about the way her eyes lingered on you, as though sheâs waiting to see how youâll react. âOh no, I wouldnât think that at all.â You stammered, trying to laugh it off. Before you could say more, Alexia stepped in smoothly. Itâs like she felt the discomfort oozing off you through the room, and she was by your side in a mere couple seconds to defuse the situation. âSheâs not one of those people. Trust me.â Her aunt gave a small nod, her smile tight as she moved on to another conversation.
The exchange left you rattled, though youâre not entirely sure why. It wasnât outright rude, but it felt like a test, one youâre not certain you passed. As the evening went on, you couldnât shake the feeling that you were under a microscope. Most of the family was kind and welcoming, but a few interactions left a sour taste, small enough to make you doubt whether youâre overthinking it or not.
Your mind drifted back to the glance Alexia exchanged with her mom earlier. Was it about you? Were they worried about bringing you into this tightly-knit family dynamic? You glanced at Alexia, who was across the room now, laughing with her sister. She looked completely at ease, as though she belonged in this moment in a way you could never hope to. The doubt crept in again, insidious and unwelcome. Did you really fit into her world?
The room was alive with conversation and laughter, but your thoughts felt far too loud. You were perched at the edge of the couch, smiling politely as Eli chatted animatedly with a group of relatives nearby. Alexia caught your eye from across the room, her easy smile fading when she saw the tension in your shoulders. Excusing herself from the conversation sheâs in, she made her way over to you, her movements casual so as not to draw attention. She sat next to you, her hand comfortingly placed on the small of your back. âHey, you okay?â You take a moment, hesitating on what to tell her, because the last thing youâd want is to be a burden. âYeah, just a bit⊠overwhelmedâ, you eventually settled on. Her hand softly brushed against your knee and it brought you a sense of comfort. âThey already love you, you know.â Her words settled over you like a warm blanket, and for a moment, you let yourself believe them. You nod, offering her a small smile. Thanks. I think I just need a minute to adjust.â Your girlfriend squeezed your knee and then stood up, moving back across the room to where she was before she came over to you.Â
You started to relax again, letting the hum of conversations wash over you, but then you heard it; a hushed voice from somewhere nearby, just loud enough to catch your ear. âShe seems nice, but do you think sheâs really with Alexia for the right reasons? I mean, it must be intimidating, dating someone like her. Maybe she just likes the idea of it.â The words hit like a gut punch. You glanced around, trying to place the speaker, and your stomach sank when you saw itâs the same cousin whoâd been teasing earlier. She was speaking to another relative, who nodded slightly but didnât add anything to the comment.
âWell, she does seem a bit⊠out of her depth. But Alexia must see something in her.â âYeah, but for how long? I mean, Alexia needs someone who can handle all of this. The attention, the traveling, the pressure. Do you think sheâs that kind of person?â
Your pulse quickened and your fingers tightened around your glass. It felt like the air had been knocked out of you. Why were they even talking about this? Your stomach sank further with each word. You fought the urge to stand up and defend yourself, although you werenât quite sure youâd know what to say if you did. Were you really out of your depth?
You glanced back toward Alexia, wishing sheâd somehow heard the exchange, wishing you could share the burden of what had just been said. But even if she had been closer, would you have had the courage to repeat the words? The thought of telling her felt unbearable. What if she agreed, even a little? What if, instead of reassuring you, she hesitated? You tell yourself off, firmly. It was Alexia that brought you here, Alexia that wanted you here. She wouldnât hesitate. But before you can dwell on what you heard too much, dinner is being served and youâre all called to the living room.
The dining room was warm and inviting, with a large wooden table set for everyone. The atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter and overlapping conversations. Alexia was seated beside you, and her presence helped calm your nerves, even though the earlier comments still lingered in your mind. You tried to focus on the moment, enjoy the evening with Alexiaâs family and forget about what you overheard earlier
.âSo, tell us more about yourself. Alexia mentioned you work on some pretty impressive projects.â It was Eliâs voice that pulled you out of your thoughts. You were glad that everyone seemed to be in their own conversations, only a couple relatives really listening in to what you were going to answer.
âOh, itâs nothing too special. I mostly enjoy being behind the scenes, making sure everything runs smoothly.â You worry, overthinking every word as if the people around you would be nitpicking every single thing that you said.
âWell, Alexia couldnât stop talking about how talented you are. She doesnât say that about just anyone, you know.â Her words made you feel a little more at ease, but the shadow of doubt from earlier lingered.
Dinner went smoothly for the rest. Conversation flowed easily between a couple of you, the steadying presence of your girlfriend aside you doing just enough to ground you. During a lighter moment, someone shared a funny story about Alexiaâs childhood.
âDid you know Alexia used to practice free kicks in the yard until she knocked over the flower pots? I think my parents banned football from the garden for a year!â The family laughs, and Alexia playfully rolls her eyes, leaning in closer to you. âDonât believe everything they tell you.â
At some point, a little further down the evening, Alexia leans in quietly, her hand brushing against yours under the table. âYou okay? Youâve been a bit quiet.â she asks softly. You force a smile, one you know she wonât believe, but itâs the best you could muster up. âIâm fine. Just taking everything in.â She didnât push, but her eyes lingered, and you knew she was onto you. But you appreciated her for not pushing.
As the meal ends and people begin to move around, Alexia finds a quiet moment with you, sensing your unease. âYouâve been amazing tonight, you know? I can see how much they like you.â You found yourself in a quiet corner in the kitchen, and you allowed yourself to circle your arms around her neck, Alexiaâs resting around your waist. âYou think so? Itâs just⊠a lot to take in.â Alexia nodded, briefly brushing her lips against your forehead. âI know itâs overwhelming, but youâre doing great. I wouldnât have brought you here if I didnât know you could handle it.â
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The silence in the car was heavy, but Alexia didn't push. She glanced at you every now and then, her brows knitting together in quiet concern at the expression on your face. She decided she could do no wrong by testing the waters. âYou were amazing tonight,â she said softly. You nodded with a small smile, but it was forced. You continued staring out the window, replaying the events from the night over and over again, especially the words from one of Alexiaâs aunts kept on ringing in the back of your mind.
The car ride felt uneasy. It wasnât usual for you both to be so quiet, and it almost felt awkward. You knew you werenât doing the right thing by not telling your girlfriend what was wrong, but you couldnât bring yourself to. You felt as if, if you would recite the words that were spoken by one of her relatives, that sheâd agree. That sheâd realize that they were right, that youâre out of your depth and not made for someone with a schedule like hers. So you stayed silent. As much as it hurt you to ignore Alexiaâs silent advances throughout the drive, whether that be a hand on your knee or a soft touch on your thigh, you didnât dare speak up. Not if that meant you would put your relationship at risk.
When Alexia pulled into the driveway of your apartment block, you could feel the hesitation in her movements. You unbuckled your seatbelt and she did the same, but before you could reach the door handle, you felt her hand on your wrist. âAmor, waitâŠ,â she spoke softly. You closed your eyes for a second, taking a deep breath before leaning back against the car seat. âYou did great tonight. I promise. It was everything I hoped for. Iâm so glad you finally met my family and they love you. Te lo prometo.â You gave her a smile that didnât quite reach her eyes, but you couldnât help but melt in the kiss that followed. You really shouldnât have, shouldâve held your walls up, because you knew you were in for a rough night as soon as your girlfriend left. But when she kissed you with that much fervour, pouring so many unspoken words in it, you couldnât help but be at her mercy. âCall me tomorrow?â You nodded, but you werenât sure you would. Stepping out of her car felt like floodgates opening. The emotions hit you like a brick: insecurity, shame, and the growing belief that this relationship was a mistake.
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You ignored Alexiaâs calls the following day. You knew it wasnât the right thing to do. After all, she didnât do anything wrong. But you couldnât bring yourself to, not when you felt like every new word you spoke to her would bring her closer to realizing that you werenât enough for her. Her texts start off light, reassuring. But when she realizes that youâre not going to reply, they come with an urge.
From: Ale I hope youâre feeling better today, amor. Let me know when youâre free?
From: Ale Hey, Iâm getting worried. Are you okay?
From: Ale Please talk to me. Did something happen?
You read them but couldnât bring yourself to respond. Each message felt like a dagger, reminding you of what youâre running from.
As the day dragged on, the insecurities became louder. What if youâre just another thing for her to take care of? Youâre nothing compared to the people sheâs surrounded with on a day-to-day basis. Her teammates, her family, theyâre all⊠extraordinary. Alexia deserves someone who fits into her world effortlessly. Not someone who feels like theyâre constantly falling short.
You started analyzing every moment with Alexia, wondering if youâve been blind to signs that this was doomed from the start. You were not made for this world. Not made for her. So you did the thing that you thought was best for you, best for her, you decided not to reply to anything she sent you. Sheâd get over it, she had so many other things on her mind that she probably wouldnât even think twice. Youâd get over it too, eventually. At some point. Probably. Maybe.
But God, were you wrong. On the other side of Barcelona, your girlfriend was miserable. She had sensed something was off since the evening before, but she didnât want to pry, knowing that usually didnât help her case in trying to get anything out of you. But now, as the afternoon bled into evening and she still hadnât heard from you, prying was the only thing she wished she did. As far as she knew, things had gone quite well with her family. There wasnât anything that she could remember that would warrant such a response from you, so she felt like her hands were tied in what to do.
She wanted nothing more than things to work out with you. She hadnât felt like she felt about you in ages. You got her, you understood her, and she was so incredibly grateful for you. You were like a breath of fresh air in her clouded, busy life. So when she didnât hear from you for a day, Alexia curled up into herself. She was worried, insecure, in her head and making up all kinds of scenarios that were way too obscure, but she couldnât help thinking them anyway. What if you didnât want her anymore after meeting her family? Was it not what you expected? Did someone tell you something about her that struck a wrong chord?
Despite the overwhelming thoughts that clouded her mind, Alexia manages to get out of her sofa that evening and try a different approach to get you back.
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Itâs well past 9pm when you receive a voicemail from Alexia, and you canât help but listen to it. The prospect of hearing her voice was too good to turn down.
âHola, mi vida. I donât know whatâs bothering you, but please talk to me. Weâre a team, you know? You and I. Just the two of us. Let me in and weâll work out whatâs on your mind. And, check your front door for me. Te amo. So much.â
You hadnât realized tears had welled up in your eyes at the sound of her voice, until one was rolling over your cheek. You quickly wiped it away, not ready to be vulnerable about this yet. Not when she was being so sweet. You mustered up the courage to get out of bed, walking the way up to the front door of your apartment. You checked the peephole, but nobody was there. You opened the door and spotted a bright bouquet of red and white roses on the ground, accompanied with a little envelope. Your first thought was about how Alexia had gotten into your building, but you couldnât bring yourself to care about that right now. You picked up the flowers and smelled them, a faint hint of her perfume mixing with the fresh scent of the roses. It hit you hard then, another few tears escaping your eyes.
The letter that came with, was even sweeter. It wasnât much, not a love letter by any means, but just a small couple reminders of how much she loved you. That she was proud of you. That she couldnât wait to see you again and hear your voice. It only felt more guilt rise up in you. How could you treat this woman, who clearly loved you to the moon and back, so poorly? But the guilt wasnât enough to overshadow the insecurities. At least, not yet.Â
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The office was dimly lit, the desk cluttered with blueprints, pencils, and a cold coffee cup that youâre not sure you even took a sip from. When things got rough, work is where you turned to in life. Work didnât make you insecure. Work didnât make you doubt yourself. It was always there. Steady. A pillar of strength that would never disappoint you. You werenât the only one who knew that, though. As long as it took you to open up about your professional life to a certain blonde, she now knew everything about the ins and outs of your life as an interior architect. She too, knew that this was where you retreated when things werenât going your way. To experience some sort of stability. To make you feel like even though everything else around you was crumbling, you still had this. The hum of the building and the outside traffic was the only sound until the door swung open abruptly, startling you.
Alexia walked in, her expression a mix of worry and frustration. She looked out of place here, her casual sweater and jeans standing stark against the sterile, professional backdrop. She didnât speak right away, just stood there, her gaze fixed on you. The silence felt suffocating. You havenât turned around yet, but the mere presence of the person gave away who it was.
âI knew youâd be here,â she started with. âYou shouldnât have come.â You had turned around on your seat now, but were still avoiding her gaze. As much as you wanted to look at her, take her in, because you missed her, missed her more than you could put into words, you didnât. Because then it would take approximately 3 seconds for you to give up the facade that youâd been putting on, and you werenât ready for that. Not when you werenât good enough for her. She stepped closer. âWhat else was I supposed to do, huh? Youâve been ignoring me for almost 2 days. Iâve been losing my mind wondering what I did wrong.â
There was a sense of hostility in her voice, and you didnât like it. But, you guess you deserved it. You finally met her gaze then, and if it werenât for the bags underneath her eyes and the concerned look on her face, you really wouldâve thought she was angry at you. You stood up from your desk, taking a couple tentative steps toward her and crossing your arms over your chest. âYou didnât do anything, Alexia. This is on me.â You knew it was weak, and not good enough. But you couldnât give her much more than that. âThatâs not good enough. I deserve more than silence, donât you think?â
Your throat is tightening, but you try your best not to let it sound in your voice. âI needed time to think.â âTime to think about what, y/n? If you even want to be with me?â You frowned then, looking up at her. You didnât know it had cut so deep with her. Itâd only been a day and a half, and you hadn't given her any clues on what this could be about, so for her to have made this assumption took you aback. Itâs not what you wanted, or⊠maybe it was? It was best for the both of you, either way.
You decided at that moment it was best for you to open up, to relieve some of the tension for the woman standing in front of you. âIâm not good for you, Alexia. Canât you see that? Your cousin, your family, they see it. And theyâre right.â The Spaniardâs face hardens at that, her brows knitting together. ââI donât belong in your world. I donât know how to fit into it, and honestly, I donât think I ever will. You deserve someone who can stand next to you without feeling like theyâre constantly falling short.â
Alexia closes the distance between you, and you can feel her breath against your face as she speaks. âThatâs bullshit, and you know it! You think I care what anyone else thinks? My family? My cousin? Do you think Iâd be here right now, chasing after you, if I thought you werenât good enough for me?â You interrupt her, but itâs a futile attempt. âNo, you donât understand-â âYou donât understand! I chose you! I want you! Why is that so hard for you to believe?â
Itâs like someone opened up a can of bottled feelings within Alexia. Youâd voiced it many times to her that you thought you werenât good enough for her, and each time sheâd patiently coaxed you back to her, melting your insecurities away with whispered promises and lingering kisses. What you didnât know is that it had also taken an effect on her. She just wanted you to believe her, to be happy with her, to stop thinking that you werenât what she wanted or deserved.
âBecause Iâm scared, Alexia! Iâm scared that one day youâll wake up and realize they were right. That Iâm just this⊠nobody who got lucky. That Iâll never be enough for you.â Alexiaâs expression softens slightly, but her frustration remains. She runs a hand through her hair and takes a deep breath, her voice quieter but still firm. ââYouâre enough for me. Youâre more than enough. But I canât keep fighting to convince you of that if youâre not willing to believe it yourself.â
The words hit you like a dagger. Of all the ways the conversation could go, you hadnât expected that. And it only further confirmed your thoughts. Alexia was realizing that this wasnât what she wanted. âMaybe Iâm doing this for you, Alexia. Maybe youâll thank me someday.â Alexiaâs voice was sharp as she replied. âDonât you dare make this decision for me.â You flinch, but remain silent.
She steps back then, running her hands across her face. âI donât know what else to say to you right now.â Her eyes linger on your figure a little longer, but then sheâs gone. The sound of the door falling shut feels deafening, and you finally let the tears flow that youâd been holding in throughout the conversation. Argument? You didnât know and you werenât sure if you wanted to.
As she storms out of the studio, the cool night air hits her like a wall. Her chest feels tight, and her hands tremble slightly as she fumbles to unlock her car. She hesitates for a moment, gripping the door handle, debating whether to turn back. But the ache in her heart makes it hard to think clearly, and she sinks into the driverâs seat, resting her forehead against the steering wheel.
She didnât know how it couldâve escalated this quick. For her, the meeting with her family went well. Of course, there was the odd comment, but she didnât think it was major enough to cause an upset like this. It seemed like, in one day, youâd built a wall so high that she couldnât reach you anymore.
She bites her lip, trying to keep the tears from falling, but a few slip out anyway. She feels a mix of anger, heartbreak and guilt, but above all that she doesnât know what sheâs supposed to be feeling. She drives around aimlessly, not ready to drive home. Before long, Alexia realizes that she didnât handle the argument in the right way. Instead of calming you down, she yelled, too lost in trying to make you see what she sees. By the time she finally gets home, sheâs emotionally drained. She sits at her kitchen table, the undeniable sting from the unanswered calls and texts still there. Alexia had never felt this way about anyone, ever before in her life. And she wasnât going to let you walk away because of some stupid comment or your own doubts. You were hers, and she was going to remind you of that even if it took everything she had.
Alexia starts her plan to get you back the next day. She comes to terms that barging into the studio again wouldnât make it better, so she starts with something simple. She drives to your place and slides a little handwritten note under the door, a small one that says, âI love you. No matter what they say, no matter what you think. You are everything to me. Please, let me prove it. A.â She also sends flowers to your workplace, a bouquet of your favourite flowers with a little note attached to it, âYouâre the only one I see.â Sheâs patient, very patient, but when she hasnât heard anything from you by the evening, she starts pacing around her apartment.
She had done quite well at keeping busy throughout the day. After quickly dropping off the note, she went to training and was able to keep her mind off the situation for a couple hours. But when she came home, deep in the afternoon, and she couldnât even get her post-training nap in because she was thinking about you, she knew she wasnât gonna get anywhere.
Her fingers hover over your contact, but the prospect of rejection makes her hesitate. She lingers, but eventually decides itâs best not to. She was gonna let you come to her. And you did. The next morning, somehow youâd remembered that today was a day off for Alexia. She was sat at the kitchen table, sipping on her daily cup of coffee while scrolling through her phone. The doorbell startled her, not really expecting anyone at this time of day, especially not when she was still wearing her pajamas. But when she looks through the peephole, noticing your figure on the other side of the door, her heart skips a beat. She scrambles to unlock the door and open it for you, but when her eyes land on you it feels like all is right in the world. She has to refrain herself from throwing her into your arms, knowing that wouldnât be the right thing to do right now. She gives you a small smile, one you return, and the warmth that spreads through her chest at the little gesture is unimaginable. She steps aside then, letting you inside of her apartment.
It doesnât take long for Alexia to crack. She makes you a coffee and joins you on the sofa, and you had planned to start the conversation, but she didnât let you. âIâm sorry,â she says, her voice cracking slightly. âFor yelling, for walking out, for everything. I shouldnât have done that.â You look down, nodding, fiddling with your hands. âI⊠I wasnât trying to push you away, Alexia. I just-â âYouâre scared,â she interrupts, and a relief washes over you at the realization that she understands your feelings. âAnd I get that. But, please, I need you to talk to me, not shut me out.â
Thereâs a couple moments of silence, and you readjust your position on the couch, your knees now flush to your chest with your arms wrapped around them. It was the only way to stop yourself from curling into her. You wouldnât get to say what you wanted if you did. âItâs not just fear,â you admit. âItâs everything. What your cousin said, it wasnât just about me. It was about us. Like I donât belong in your world. Like- Like Iâm just⊠some fling that youâll outgrow.â
Alexiaâs face hardens, jaw tightening and she reaches a hand out, but quickly retreats. âDonât let them get to you, por favor. She doesnât know anything about us, about you.â âBut what if sheâs right?â You whisper, your voice trembling. âWhat if Iâm not enough? For you, for your family, for-â Alexia does follow through with her hand then, placing it on your knee, giving it a slight squeeze. âStop.â Her voice is firm but not harsh, cutting through your spiraling thoughts. âYou are enough. You are everything.â Your eyes meet hers, and youâre looking for anything that gives away sheâs not speaking the truth. That she doesnât mean this, that sheâs just saying this out of pity. But you canât find it. The only thing you find is a couple unshed tears, showing just how much emotion sheâs pouring into this moment. âDo you know how much I love you? How much I admire you? Your kindness, strength, the way you light up any room without even trying. Youâre the only one I want.â You go to speak up, but she lifts her hand in protest.
âWhat someone else thinks, whether itâs my family, my friends or anyone, doesnât matter to me. You matter. You make me happy, and thatâs all I care about. And if my cousin, or anyone else has a problem with that, theyâll have to say that to my face. And not behind your or my back.â Alexia straightens slightly, retreating her hand from your knee and placing them in her lap. âBut I know I didnât handle this right, and Iâm sorry for that too,â she says earnestly. âI shouldnât have lashed out. I was frustrated because I hate seeing you doubt yourself, especially when youâre so good to me, so good for me. I want to be better for you, better for us. But you need to let me in.â
You swallow hard, her words from the last couple minutes sinking in. You couldnât believe how you deserved the woman sitting in front of you right now. So good, so honest, and all she wanted was you. âI didnât know how to tell you. I didnât want to hurt you, or⊠seem weak, I guess.â Alexia shakes her head, her gaze soft. âYouâre not weak. And youâre never going to hurt me by telling me how you feel. Weâre a team, remember? On the same side, mi amor.â The pet name sends a wave of warmth through you that you only now realize you missed terribly. âBesides,â she adds, her tone lighter now, âif our relationship has had to endure all the teasing from my teammates and the comments from fans, Iâm sure we can handle a little communication hiccup.â
You laugh softly, and Alexia grins, relief washing over her. âThere it is,â she says, her thumb brushing a tear off your cheek that you didnât even know was there. âThereâs my girl.â You let out a shaky breath, the weight on your chest lifting ever so slightly. âIâm sorry, too. For shutting you out. Iâll try to do better.â Alexia leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âWeâll figure it out together.â
As the tension melts away, Alexia pulls you up, wrapping her arms tightly around you. The warmth of her embrace makes the world outside. She tilts her head to rest against yours, her voice soft as she speaks. âYouâre never allowed to disappear like that again,â Alexia murmurs, her lips brushing against your temple. âDo you know how much I missed you? Two days felt like two years.â You nestle further into her, your arms circling her waist. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to hurt you. I just needed space to think. But it wasnât worth it. Being without you felt awful. I just kept convincing myself that you were better off without me and vice versa, but I know thatâs not true.â
Alexia pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. Her thumb brushes gently over your cheek as she smiles, her expression soft. âYou donât have to run away to think, cariño. Just come to me, and weâll figure it out together. Always.â
The weight of the past days begins to fade away as Alexia leans down and brushes her lips lightly against your forehead. Then your nose. Then your cheek. Each kiss feels like a promise, her way to say that everythingâs going to be okay. âStop,â you say, giggling softly, though you donât actually want her to stop. âYouâre making it impossible to stay mad at myself.â âGood,â Alexia says with a smirk, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your back. âBecause Iâm not done making it up to you yet.â
She shifts, sitting back down on the couch and pulling you into her lap. You hesitate for a moment, but her arms tighten around your waist, grounding you. âThis okay?â she asks softly, her lips brushing your ear. You nod, melting into her touch. âMore than okay.â Her hands trail up and down your back in soothing strokes as you rest your head on her shoulder. The two of you sit like that for a while, in silence, before you take a nap together on the couch. As you lay in her arms, you know that thatâs where youâre supposed to be. And youâre gonna battle every single one of your insecurities that tells you differently.
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The Gift that Keeps on Giving
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Masterlist | Eddie Munson Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist
FanBoy!Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader
(Both Eddie and Reader are 18+)
This fic is for: birthday boy pop-up event by @corrodedcoffinfest ; the prompt is âgiftâ
Prompt: Gift | Word Count: 8,897 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader | Content Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of Weed and Underage Drinking | Tags: Eddie Munson, Fanboy Eddie, Popstar Reader, Concert, Gift, Meet and Greet, Celebrity Crush
Warnings: 18+ mdni, Eddie is lowkey a Pervert with so many thoughts about you, Dirty Talking, Kinda a Fanboy kink if you can call it that? (Mutual between Eddie and Reader), Smut: Oral (Fem and Male Receiving), Fingering, Cum Eating, Protected PinV, afab reader
Synopsis: Eddie was your biggest fan; it started after Gareth decided to drag him to your concert. Now, Eddie just doesn't shut up about you. So, the guys decide to come together and pitch in on an amazing Birthday gift for Eddie. This is based off of this blurb I had written and I had people ask for more of these two (including them actually meeting); so woo! Also this slowly turned into the longest fic I have ever written so, I hope you enjoy!!
Word Count: 8.8k
Two months.
It had been two months since your newest album had been released to the publicâcopies of the vinyls sat in record stores far and wide while your top song played on every radio station on the top of every hour.Â
It had been two whole months of Eddie Munson playing your album every day and night, no matter what he was doing within the four walls of his cluttered bedroom.Â
Your pop sound and lyrics were a stark contrast to the usual heavy metal music that would ring through his room as he laid back on his bed, packing a bowl of the latest recommendation from his dealer. Heâd play your music in the background while he messed around with his guitar, adding some heavy riffs to the poppy sounds that played from the record player. Heâd sit on his bed, hand in his pants with his cock in his fist tightly; heâd stroke himself while your voice filled his ears, edging him closer and closer to release. The sound of your sweet and soft voice played late into the night, always seeming to help him drift off to sleep faster; and he wasnât ashamed to admit that to anyone that would listen.Â
Anyone.Â
No, really, the Hellfire boys were so fucking sick of listening to Eddie bring you up in every conversationâduring lunch at the cafeteria, between battles at Hellfire campaigns, during a late night smoke session in his van by the lakeâit didnât matter the occasion, your name was always rolling off of his lips like a prayer. It was like he was dating you; he spoke about you so highly and intimately, there was never anything negative spoken about you by that boy.
He was just such a love sick little puppy that thought about you every single minute of his morning, afternoon and evening. And the Hellfire boys always just shared looks and groaned while rolling their eyes when Eddie started talking about you. And Eddie noticed their looks, he noticed their annoyance with him but that didnât stop him from speaking about you⊠it had actually gotten to the point where he would join the conversations of the cheerleaders just so he could talk about you and your music.Â
You released a new song? He ran to the girls to ask if they had heard it yet before gushing over how good it was because, you never seem to have any songs that suck.
You announced a tour or a show near them? He was telling all the girls that he was going to do anything in his power to make sure he would be at that show, seeing you perform live yet again.
And, letâs be real, all these cheerleaders thought that was funny as hell, but they always allowed Eddie to join their conversations; in fact, some of the cheerleaders went out of their way and started the conversations with him. He was just like themâhe was a fanboy at heart and he couldnât help that you were his current unconventional musical hyper fixation at the moment.Â
It had been two whole months of your posters and pictures being placed on his walls, hung up so carefully to ensure that they wouldnât rip or tear. And, every time the guys came over he was constantly getting attacked and questioned by those pieces of paper. The posters were everywhere, there was one above his bed, there was one above his record player, hell, this motherfucker had one on the ceiling above his bed. You were the last thing he saw before he fell asleep and the first thing he saw when he woke up in the morning, cheesy, right? And, fuck, did the Hellfire boys tease him about that. I mean, itâs not everyday that the stoner Metalhead had pictures of a pop princess on his wall.Â
But, could you blame him? You just happened to look oh so good in those posters.Â
And his favorite to this day was still the one of you in that short fucking black dress; he made sure that poster was above his record player so he could look at you while sitting on his bed. He just couldnât help itâthat picture didnât leave anything to the imagination. The way your curves were so full and perfect, god, he wanted to run his hands all over your body, feeling every single curve and divet of your plush skin. The way your cleavage looked like it could pop out of that dress at any moment, god, he wanted to reach out and squeeze your breasts gently, hearing the small moans and whines escape your mouth while he massages them between his hands, thumbs running over your hardened nipples slowly. Eddie just loved that dress on you so much but he desperately wanted to see it on his bedroom floorâpreferably in a pile with his own clothes while you were pressed up against him, moaning and groaning his name with each and every thrust he made.Â
He had countless thoughts about you since he had first listened to that album and somehow each one seemed worse than the last.Â
He knows, he knowsâheâs a pervert. You donât have to tell him twice.
Seriously, though, each thought was worse than the last. Heâs imagined you on your knees in front of him, hand wrapping around the base of his cock while taking it in your pretty little mouth. Heâs imagined you on your knees on his bed while he's thrusting into you from behind, so deep and fast that you are screaming his name. Heâs imagined hovering over you, kissing the soft skin of your neck as he thrusts into you slow and deep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Heâs imagined you on top of him, riding on his cock with your tits bouncing in his face. Heâs imagined quickies with you after your shows in the dressing room, directly backstage, in the bathroom. You name it heâs probably thought of it with you.Â
Eddie was just so whipped and craved you. Craved to know how you felt, how you smelled, how you tasted, how you sounded⊠he craved to know every little thing about you; all your little imperfections, quirks, any skeletons you had hidden in your closet. He just craved to know you on such an intimate and personal level. But, sadly, you were just a celebrity crush who didnât even know he existed.Â
At least, until tonight.
Tonight you were back in Hawkins, Indiana for a concert. Tonight, on Eddie Munsonâs 19th birthday, you were in Hawkins, Indiana. You were in his hometown for his birthday. God, it was like the stars were aligning to give him the best birthday heâs had in a while, if not ever.
Eddie had purchased his ticket for your show months ago, literally the day they went on sale; he had called Gareth and bought a ticket for both of them (and, Gareth wasnât entirely thrilled about that, but he knew he had to support his best friend⊠especially on his birthday).Â
He had his ticket, he had his best friend by his side, he knew your new songs front to back; he was beyond ready for your concert.
But, the Hellfire boys had a surprise gift for him. They all knew he had a concert ticket, hell, the entire school knew he had a ticket to your show tonight. But, what he didnât have was a meet and greet VIP ticket⊠at least, until Jeff pulled some strings with his dad who worked at the venue you were going to be performing at.Â
And, my god, you should have seen the look on Eddieâs face when he opened that gift. At first, he looked at the Hellfire boys with a questionable look, he already had tickets, he didnât need them. But when he read the words âVIP Meet and Greet Ticketâ with your name next to it? Yeah, he screamed. A literal scream left his mouth as he thought about meeting you, talking to you, hugging you. And Gareth shook his head because he knew heâd have to stand next to Eddie the entire time during this Meet and Greet. (But, come on, Gareth was also secretly excited to meet you and see you face to face as well; he was just⊠not excited to deal with Eddie the whole timeâŠ)Â
So, now, Eddie stood next to Gareth waiting in the meet and greet line amongst a ton of younger girls and teenage girls that were all gushing to meet you. And Eddie was shaking from head to toe. He was both excited and terrified at the same time. What if you were mean? What if you hated him? What if you were a bitch? What if you arenât like anything he has pictured you to be? What if everything he has thought about you was actually just something he made up and you werenât that perfect little angel he has you made out to be?
Heâs never met a celebrity before⊠are you really just a normal person like him? Do you enjoy going to the movies just like he did? Do you enjoy listening to music and getting high just like he did? Do you enjoy pancakes over waffles just like he did? Do you enjoy spending your free time with friends and family just like he did?
âEddie,â Gareth said, looking at his friend. Eddie snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Gareth, raising an eyebrow.Â
âHm?â He replied, looking at Gareth.
âWeâre next,â Gareth said, motioning to the nonexistent line in front of them. Eddie gulped, looking up in front of him. He caught a glimpse of you and your smile and panicked.Â
âI canât do this,â Eddie said, shaking his head. Gareth rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âYes, you can. Please, you donât shut up about her. At least talk to her.â Gareth replied, looking at his friend. âSheâs not going to bite you or anything.â
âShe might.â
âNext!â The security guard called, looking up Eddie and Gareth. He raised his eyebrow slightly when he saw the two boys but shrugged, allowing them through. The pair walked towards the stage where you were standing in front of a pale pink and purple backdrop with hearts all over it.Â
God, why was Eddieâs head spinning? He felt hot. He felt dizzy. He felt like the room was slowly melting away from around him as he stood there, looking at you. It felt like the heavens were opening up and shining down on you as you stood in front of them, glowing like an angel, a goddess, a beautiful princess that he wanted to sweep off your feet with his wit, charm and good looks.
You looked up at Gareth and Eddie and smiled, waving them towards you. âHi!â You cheered. âThank you for coming, oh my gosh!âÂ
God, when you spoke it sounded like a chorus of angels signing around you. Eddie had never been to church, but he felt like he wanted to fall to knees to worship you and sing your praises.
Gareth stepped towards you but Eddie didnât, he just stood there frozen. He looked you up and down, taking in your appearance. Your hair and makeup were already clearly done for the concertâhair curled perfectly, not even moving as you moved your head side to side, beautiful soft pink eyeshadow with glitter overtop, making you sparkle each time you moved. You were wearing some baggy light blue jeans and a pink crop top that showed off your midriff perfectly.Â
God, you were perfect. You were real, you were perfectly real, and you were standing right in front of Eddie, beckoning him towards you with those beautiful and subtle hand motions.
âHi, itâs nice to meet you,â Gareth said softly, stepping closer to you. You smiled at him, opening your arms for a hug. Gareth didnât decline, he wrapped his arms around you gently before pulling away, looking at Eddie.Â
Eddie watched Gareth hug you before he stepped closer, a nervous smile on his face. âHi,â he spoke softly.Â
You opened your arms and Eddie quickly stepped closer, wrapping his arms around your body as he pulled you close to him. Your arms wrapped around him, smiling as you stood there embracing each other. His arms moved down to your waist gently as he held you against his soft and warm body. It felt like it was just you two in the room as you hugged, sparks flying around you like fireworks. He was so happy to be embracing you, to be holding you, and you allowed him to. You allowed him to hug you and hold you as long as he pleased; you didnât pull away, you didnât back away, you just hugged him tighter and smiled as he held you close to his body.Â
After what felt like ages, Eddie finally pulled away from the hug, looking at you with a goofy and giddy grin on his face. Gareth glanced at Eddie and raised an eyebrow slightly before looking back at you.Â
You smiled at them both, âthanks for coming to meet me and hang out!â You giggled, looking at them. âYou probably know my name, but I donât know yoursâŠâ You pouted, looking at the two boys in front of you that looked like they were at the wrong concert. Heavy metal band tees on, ripped jeans, boots on their feet; why on earth were they here to listen to you?
âIâm Gareth,â Gareth said softly, nodding with a smile.Â
âIâm Eddie, itâs uh, itâs really cool to meet you. Iâve been listening to your music for quite some time and when I saw you were coming today I just had to come see you. Makes for a really cool birthday.â Eddie smiled, watching you.Â
âBirthday? Oh my gosh, is today your birthday?â You asked, Eddie nodded slightly.
âYeah, nineteen. Scary number,â he joked.Â
âOur friend got him a meet and greet ticket for his birthday,â Gareth piped in, looking at Eddie. âHeâs like, your number one fan.âÂ
âOh my gosh, I was your birthday gift? Thatâs so cool!â You gushed, âthank you for listening to my music and supporting me, really, it means the world to me. I wouldnât be able to do what I love doing without people like you.âÂ
âYeah,â Eddie stuttered out, nodding at you. âAnytime,â he added.Â
You smiled, looking at the boys. âWell, can I interest you in a picture together? A signed poster? I have to make sure my number one fan has the best birthday ever.âÂ
Eddie blushed. You just acknowledged him and called him your number one fan. Fuck.Â
âYeah, that'd be cool,â Eddie smiled, Gareth nodded as well.Â
âPerfect, come here and smile for the camera.â You said, motioning towards the boys. They walked to you, standing on either side of you. Gareth stood on your left and Eddie stood on your right. You wrapped your arms around their backs gently and looked at the camera and smiled with the boys. Once the photo was taken you looked at Eddie with a smile. âWant a picture of just the two of us?â You asked. He looked at you nervously.Â
âYou, uh, youâd do that for me? Can we? Really?â He asked. You nodded.Â
âOf course! Consider it a birthday gift from me to you.âÂ
Gareth took this as a sign to step away, leaving you and Eddie together for your own picture. You wrapped your arms around Eddieâs waist and smiled, leaning closer to him for the picture. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as a goofy grin appeared on his face.
After the photo was taken you hugged Eddie again, smiling at him. âHappy birthday, Eddie. It was nice to meet you and Gareth,â you said, glancing at Gareth. âI hope you both enjoy the show. Iâll see you around, yeah?âÂ
âThanks, princess,â Eddie smiled. Gareth smiled as well, waving at you. The two grabbed their posters and were on their way while you turned towards your next fan here for meet and greetâa little girl and her mom. You were crouching towards the ground to get to the level of the little girl as she ran towards you for a hug. You hugged her tightly and smiled, rocking her back and forth gently.Â
Eddie looked back and watched from afar as he left.Â
Fuck, did he love you. Â
âIâll be back,â Eddie yelled to Gareth over the noise of the bar. Your concert was over and Eddie was bummed to leave, so Gareth suggested heading to the Hideout for a few drinks to celebrate his birthday. Eddie reluctantly agreed, even though heâd rather be at home right now thinking about you with his pants around his ankles and his hand on his cock, stroking himself in time to your music.
Gareth nodded at Eddie, before going back to his conversation with Jeff. They were having a heated argument about something, but Eddie didnât really listen to the details because he didnât really care. That sounded rude, oh well, it was true. All he cared about right now was you.Â
âJack and Coke, please,â Eddie said as he walked up to the bar, away from Gareth and the other boys in the crowd. He grunted as he took a seat in one of the uncomfortable bar stools. The bartender looked up at him and smiled slightly, nodding to get him his drink. âThanks, Mark,â Eddie added, watching the usual bartender go off to fix his drink. Once the drink was in his hand he raised it slightly, giving a nod to Mark as he began sipping on his drink. He looked around the bar, eyeing his surroundings as he usually did.Â
Your concert was over, you had left the stage long ago and were probably a long ways away from Hawkins by now. Why would you stay here longer than you had to? Eddie sighed to himself, finishing the drink in his hand a little too quickly.
He had finally gotten to meet you, to hug you, to smell you. That was weird, yeah, heâs weird, but, did you know you smell like a mixture of roses and strawberries? Like, he was walking through a strawberry field with a bouquet of roses in his hands, on the way to give you said bouquet before falling to his knees to confess his undying love for you. Begging you for a chance to let him love you and hold you for as long as you would let him.
âMind if I sit here?â A feminine voice rang through his ear on his left side. Eddie didnât look up, he just nodded, mumbling what sounded like a yes as he stared down at the ice in the glass his hand was wrapped around tightly. âThanks. Hi, Iâll have a Rum and Coke, please.â
That voice. Eddie knew that voice, he had listened to it everyday for the last two months. Not to mention, he basically drooled over it a few hours prior at the concert.
He stopped, looking up to his left. His eyes widened as he saw you sitting on the barstool next to him. Live and in the flesh.
God, you looked perfect.
Your hair was still holding its curl perfectly while resting against your shoulders, your sparkly stage makeup had been removed from your face leaving a more natural look but, damn, you still looked drop dead gorgeous. Instead of the pale pink sparkly mini skirt and matching top you wore during the concert, you now had the same baggy jeans from the meet and greet and a sweatshirt with your name on it. Wearing your own merchandise, huh? Damn, thatâs hot.
You smiled as Mark slid the drink your way, leaving you with a flirty wink. âThis oneâs on the house, princess,â Mark said and Eddie shot him a glare.Â
âOh, why, thank you.â You replied, grabbing the glass in your hand. You brought it to your lips and smiled, sipping on the drink slowly. You glanced at Eddie, nodding at him with that adorable smile of yours. Fuck. âHi, uh⊠Eddie, right?â You asked, remembering him all too well from your Meet and Greet earlier in the night. And, I mean, how could you forget him? Not many others showed up to your show with a Metallica shirt, ripped jeans and chains.
Not many people showed up like that but, damn, did you love it.
âYeah, uh, hi. Uh, yeah, thatâs me⊠Eddie,â he replied, nodding as he set his empty glass down on the bar, releasing his grip from it. âYou, uh, remembered my name?â He asked, turning his body towards you slightly in the bar stool.
You smiled, nodding your head before sipping on your drink. âIt's a little hard not to remember the name of my biggest fan.â You murmured, setting your drink down on the bar. âHow was the show?â
âIt was amazing, really good, actually. You always seem to kill it on stageâŠâ Eddie said softly, taking in your appearance yet again. He just couldn't believe you were here in the Hideout and sitting right next to him. He was so scared that he was going to embarrass himself in front of you and ruin any chance he may have with you. Because, he totally believes he has a chance with you, yeah. âWhat, uh, what are you doing here? I mean, donât get me wrong, Iâm really glad youâre here and sitting next to me but⊠I kind of figured youâd be on a tour bus driving as far away from Hawkins as possible right now. You know, getting ready for the next concert of your tour.â He rambled on, stopping at the end to take a breath.
You giggled softly, turning your body towards him. Your left elbow rested on the bar, your chin resting on your palm as a smile appeared on your face. âWhy, thank you. I already said it once but, thank you for coming to my show tonight, it means alot. And, I donât know; I donât have another show for a couple days so I decided to stay in town for a bit⊠is that not a good idea? Is it not too fun here in Hawkins?â Your right hand reached for your drink, taking a couple sips as Eddie shrugged.
âHawkins really isnât that fun,â he admitted, smiling at the way you gave your full attention to him. Fuck. âBut, I donât know, with a gorgeous girl like you floating around⊠it might get better.â He smiled, leaning a little closer to you. You blushed softly, smiling at him. You finished your drink and set the glass on the bar.Â
âYeah? Is that so?â You asked, looking at Eddie again. You were able to actually take your time looking at him now, unlike earlier. Pretty brown doe eyes, beautiful yet nervous smile, long and shaggy curls that fell into his face a bit until he repositioned his head.Â
âAbsolutely. You might make it worth staying here,â he nodded. You smiled again, looking up at Mark as he came over towards you two, asking about drinks.Â
âYeah, Iâll take another Rum and Coke. And a drink here for my friend, Eddie, as well please.â Mark nodded at your words before walking off to make you and Eddie both another drink. Â
âWoah, you donât need to buy me a drink, princess. Iâll survive.â
âActually, I do. Consider it a birthday gift,â you smiled, looking at Eddie with that stupid perfect grin on your face. âSpeaking of, how was your birthday?â You asked, âIâll have to admit, Iâm still feeling slightly honored that you decided to spend your birthday with me.âÂ
âYou already gave me a birthday gift today,â he argued, referring to the solo picture of the two of you from earlier. âBut, my birthday was perfect. Actually, I didnât think it could get better but, somehow, with you next to me⊠itâs definitely going to go down in history as the best birthday Iâve ever had.â Eddie replied, smiling widely at you. âNot everyday you get to spend your day with your favorite popstar, you know?â
âOh, Iâm your favorite popstar, huh?â You giggled, leaning closer to him. Fuck, that giggle.Â
âWell, youâre definitely up there on my list.â Eddie smiled, a chuckle escaping his lips. Mark walked back over and set the drinks down on the bar before he walked away again. You both reached for your glasses, taking them in your hands.Â
âWell,â you said, raising your glass. âHappy birthday, Eddie. And, cheers to many more for you.â You and Eddie clinked your glasses together before taking a sip out of them.Â
âThank you,â he replied, nodding. âMake it a note to come to Hawkins on my birthday every year?â He teased.Â
âI'll see what I can do,â you responded with a flirty wink.
âYou better,â Eddie replied with a goofy smile. You sipped on your drink more, smiling as you looked around the small bar.
âThis place is cool,â you commented, looking back at Eddie. âAnd, you hate Hawkins?â He smiled.
âNot that I hate Hawkins,â he said softly. âMore so that itâs a little⊠boring. Not much really happens here.â He added, shrugging. He watched you with a smile on his face as you continued to look around the bar, your eyes catching the stage in the corner.
âIs that a stage?â You asked, motioning towards the corner as you sipped on your drink. Eddieâs gaze followed your and he nodded, smiling as he took another sip of his drink.
âOh, yeah! Tons of local bands play there every week, including mine. We play here every Tuesday night.â
âWoah, you're in a band?â You asked, suddenly a bit more interested in the boy sitting next to you.Â
âYeah,â he smiled, blushing slightly as you took more interest in him. âItâs, uh, itâs called Corroded Coffin; we play some more heavy metal sounds. Iâm a guitarist and lead singer in itâŠâ Eddied replied, nodding at you.
âCorroded Coffin, huh? Sounds cool,â you giggled, finishing your drink. You set the empty glass on the bar and looked at him, âheavy metal, huh? What makes me stand out so much that you listen to my silly little pop music then?âÂ
Eddie chuckled nervously, finishing his drink as well. âWell, youâre very pretty, you have an amazing voice and I do have a soft spot in my heart for pop music.â He replied, setting his empty glass down next to yours. âGuilty pleasure music, I guess you can sayâŠâ
âWell, Iâm honored to be part of your guilty pleasure music.â You smiled, looking at him. âOh, and Iâd absolutely love to see and hear some Corroded Coffin songs, if youâll show me, that is. I actually do enjoy listening to a heavier metal sound from time to time.â Eddie blushed, looking at you shocked.
âYou listen to heavy metal?â
âYeah,â you giggled. âItâs funny, I make pop music but I tend to not listen to that in my free time, actually.â
Eddie raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly as he learned more about you. âHuh. It appears there is a lot that I donât know about you, pop princess.â
âYeah, I get that alot,â you nodded. âSo, you play guitar, huh? Thatâs a skill I wish I had, Iâve been pushing myself to learn but, I just have very little motivation.â You admitted softly.
âI could teach you,â Eddie suggested, looking at you with a goofy smile. âIf you want me to, at leastâŠâÂ
âI think I would love that, Eddie,â you giggled, looking at him.Â
He smiled at your giggle, looking at you. âYouâre really pretty,â he said softly, looking at you. You blushed, smiling softly.
âYouâre not so bad yourself, you know that Mr. Metalhead?â You replied, causing Eddieâs cheek to turn a slight shade of pink.
And with that you were both leaning closer to each other, eyes glancing at each otherâs lips as you moved closer and closer together. Time stopped. Eddieâs ears were ringing and he felt like he was vibrating. You were so close to him, so close. He could see the small freckles on your cheeks, wanting to connect them all like little constellations. He could see the tiny baby hairs that didnât want to stay down no matter how much hairspray you used, wanting to push them back and play with them gently. He could see the small scar that sat on your forehead from when you face planted on stage one night. He could see everything, and you were so beautiful.Â
You smiled your little smile, tilting your head to the side as your lips pressed against his softly. Eddie sighed, the feeling of your lips against his enough to make him weak in the knees. He moved his lips against yours, kissing you back softly as his hand moved to the side of your face. He held your cheek, caressing it even, as his thumb ran along the smooth skin. Your hand moved towards his face as well, pulling him closer during the kiss.
He suddenly forgot where he was. All the noises of the bar around; the clinking of glasses, the yelling of partiers, the sounds of men hitting on women⊠it was all gone. There was no one else in the room.Â
It was just you and him. The way it was meant to beâthe way he wanted it. The way he dreamed it would be for the rest of his life; you and him against the world.Â
Eddie felt like he was dreaming. Or, he died and went to heaven. He wasnât entirely sure which was true but he was counting his blessings, and mentally thanking Jeff for those meet and greet tickets because; fuck. That gift just keeps on giving. Literally.Â
He wasnât sure how, he wasnât sure why, but, he didnât fucking care about the logistics of all of this.
All Eddie cared about was the feeling of your lips on his neck as he struggled with his keys to the front door of the trailer. That, and the fact that his uncle wasnât home, otherwise this would be awkward.
He finally got his key in the lock and turned it, pushing the door open. He stumbled inside the trailer, pulling you with him. He kicked the front door shut behind you both and led you to his bedroom, pinning you up against the back of the door.Â
âGod, youâre so hot,â he mumbled, lips crashing into yours desperately. Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer as you kissed him back, your lips moving against his with the same desperate want and need.Â
âYeah, I get that a lot,â you replied, fingers moving through his curls gently. He groaned, his hands finding your hips. He pushed his hips against yours, grinding against you slightly. A slight moan left your lips as your eyes closed and your head fell back against the door. âFuck, Eddie,â you sighed.
He moaned a little too loudly when he heard you say his name like that, a literal pitiful moan left his mouth as he kissed down your jawline to your neck. He attacked your neck with kisses and nips, his hips still moving against yours with a slow rhythm. âGod, princess, you sound so good saying my name like that,â he mumbled, biting down on your neck a little rougher. âYou donât know how bad I want you.â
You whined at the bite, eyes opening to look down at Eddie. Your fingers ran through his curls, tugging them gently before you looked around his room. Your eyes caught sight of the posters of you on his wall and an accidental laugh left your lips. Eddie pulled away from your neck and looked at you, raising an eyebrow.
âWhat?â He asked, looking at you. âDid I do something wrong?â He continued, hoping you didnât think this was a huge mistake.Â
You giggled a little, shaking your head. âNo, sorry, just, you have posters of me on your wall?â You asked, glancing back at the posters that sat above his bed and above his record player.Â
Eddieâs cheeks turned a bright red as he turned his head, glancing at the two posters you were talking about. âLook, I just, they came with your vinyl!â He replied, trying to prove a point. âWhat else am I supposed to do? Let them sit in my closet and collect dust, I mean, look at you!â He added, frantically hoping this wasnât a weird deal breaker for you.Â
Your right hand moved to his face, caressing his cheek gently before you turned his head back to face you. âYouâre cute, you know that?â You asked, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. âA perfect little fanboy,â you added, kissing his lips again. âMy fanboy.â
âFuck, yeah,â he nodded, looking at you. âDefinitely your fanboy,â he replied, kissing you again. âI wanna make you feel good, please, can I?â He asked, pulling you towards his bed. You nodded, following after him.Â
He tugged your sweatshirt up, pulling it up and over your body before discarding it on the floor. He laid you back on his bed gently and crawled on top of you, kissing your lips softly. Slowly, he kissed down your neck and over your chest. Eddie left soft and sweet kisses between your breasts and down your stomach, stopping right above the button of your jeans. He looked up at you, brown eyes glowing and waiting for you to give him the okay to continue.
When you nodded your head, he undid your baggy jeans. You lifted your hips gently, allowing him easier access. He pulled your jeans off gently, tossing them on the floor with your sweatshirt. He sat up on his knees, looking down at you.Â
His eyes roamed over your body, committing everything to memory as you laid in front of him in your bra and panties.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, princess. Fuck,â he said softly, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. âCan I taste you? Please? Been dying to know what you taste like,â he begged, looking at you.Â
âFucking hell, yes. Please,â you replied, watching him pull your panties down. He left soft and sweet kisses on your inner thighs, slowly pushing your legs apart. He looked up at you as he licked a small stripe up your folds, moaning to himself as he tasted you.Â
Fuck. You tasted better than he had imagined. So sweet, so⊠perfect.Â
He licked up your folds again, his hands moving under your thighs as he pulled you closer to him, thighs now resting on his shoulders. You moaned softly, fingers tangling into his hair as you watched him. He left soft kisses on your clit, looking up at you as he did so.Â
âFuck, Eddie,â you mumbled, tugging on his curls gently. âYouâre good with your mouth, ah,â you added. He groaned at your words, tongue flicking over your clit gently before he sucked on it. His right hand moved closer to your core, his pointer finger and middle fingers teasing your entrance before slowly pushing into you. You gasped at the feeling, back arching up slightly as he slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of you while simultaneously sucking on your clit. âJesus, Eds,â you whined, pulling on his hair tighter. He groaned against you, speeding up his movements with his fingers.Â
âGod,â he sighed, looking up at you. âGod, youâre so⊠hot. Youâre just so fucking hot. So fucking beautiful, you sound so pretty when youâre saying my name like that. You look so pretty like that. Youâre just so⊠perfect.â Eddie said, leaving more kisses on your inner thighs before he bit down gently, leaving a small mark on your inner thigh.Â
You moaned, grinding against his fingers. âFuck, you gonna mark me up as yours?â You asked softly, watching him leave more bite marks across your thighs. He moaned against your thigh, his hips thrusting against the bed gently at the thought.Â
âYeah,â he mumbled, nodding up at you. âGonna make you all mine.â He bit down on the plush skin of your thigh again, his fingers curling inside of you as he pumped them. He kissed back up your body, face now inches from yours as he slowed the movements of his fingers. He pumped them slowly, curling them with each pump as he kissed your lips gently.
You kissed him back, moaning as you tasted yourself on his lips. Your fingernails ran down his back gently, scratching at the fabric of his shirt. âEddieâah,â you whined, moving your hips up again, grinding against his fingers as he curled them perfectly, hitting your sweet spot. âGonna, ah, shit, gonna cum,â you moaned, kissing his lips a bit rougher than before.Â
âFuck, princess, cum for me,â Eddie groaned against your lips, speeding up his movements again. You whined his name, head falling back on his pillows as you clenched around his fingers, releasing your juices onto them with a loud moan. He pumped his fingers a bit more, helping you ride out your high as you fell back on his bed. You caught your breath, looking up at him with a sigh. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, bringing them to his mouth. He sucked his fingers clean of your juices and moaned, looking at you. âGood god, baby, you taste amazing.âÂ
You blushed and looked up at him, âyeah?â You asked, smiling slightly. You sat up carefully and kissed his lips. âI bet you taste even better,â you mumbled, reaching for his shirt. You pulled it up and over his head, throwing it to the floor. You pushed him back onto his bed and straddled his lap, kissing his lips desperately. Eddie kissed you with the same desperation as his hands moved behind your back, undoing your bra gently. You slid your bra down your body, throwing it to the ground.Â
You left soft and sweet kisses down his neck, chest and stomach. When you reached his jeans you left soft kisses on his erection through the denim, looking up at him as you did. You left a flirty wink before you ran your nails along his lower stomach, running over the soft hair that sat directly above his waistband.
Eddieâs breath hitched as he watched you, groaning at the sight in front of him. He had dreamed of this moment more times than he could count but never in a million years did he think it would actually happen. Like, really? Were you real right now? Or was he passed out at the bar in the Hideout?
âCan I take these off?â You asked, looking up at him as you played with the hem of his jeans. He nodded, pushing your hair out of your face gently before running his fingers through it.
âPlease, princess,â he said, looking down at you. You undid his jeans quickly, pulling them down. He moved his hips up, making it easier for you to free him from his denim pants. You tossed them behind you and they landed on the floor with a thud. Your nails ran up his thighs and over the fabric of his boxers before you slid your fingers under the waistband, tugging them down gently.Â
As you tugged his boxers down, his rock hard erection sprung free, hitting his stomach. You looked up at him, sinking down between his thighs.
âWell, youâre so pretty,â you mumbled, hand wrapping around the base of his cock gently. âSo pretty and so big,â you commented, pumping him in your hand slowly. âNot sure if I can take all of this in my mouth but, I really want to try,â you mumbled, looking up at him as you kissed the tip of his cock. âThat okay?â You asked, your tongue flicking over the slit on his tip.
âJesus fucking Christ,â Eddie moaned, watching you. âMore than okay, fuck. Please, do anything you want to me, Iâm yours.â You smiled, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock gently. You sucked on it slowly, moaning around him. Eddie whined, his hand running through your hair again as he gathered it gently at the back of your head.Â
You moved your head down slowly, taking more of him in your mouth. He watched you, pulling your hair gently as you moved to take more and more of him in your mouth. You made it down about three quarters of the way before you gagged slightly, pulling back from him. You pumped him in your hand and looked up at him. âYouâre so big, Iâm not sure I can do it,â you said softly, moving back to suck on the tip of his cock gently.
âFuck, princess, thatâs okay,â he groaned, tugging on your locks again. You bobbed your head slightly, taking more of him in your mouth.Â
Eddie couldnât believe what he was seeing; this was definitely everything he imagined and more. Sure, heâd pictured you sucking his cock, but he never thought it would be too big for you to take fully in your mouth. God, you were somehow boosting his ego without even trying. Your sweet eyes looked up at him as you struggled to take him all in his mouth. Every so often youâd gag around him and pull back before going back to what you were doing.Â
He moaned every time, watching you proceed to go deeper and deeper for him. He pulled your hair tighter and closed his eyes, groaning as you got him all in your mouth. You moaned around him, looking up at him. He bucked his hips up, causing you to gag loudly but stay where you were, trying to fight through the pain and uncomfort.
âFuck, baby girl, keep doing that and Iâm gonna cum.â Eddie groaned as you went back to bobbing your head slightly. He moaned your name as you took all of him in your mouth again, and he thrusted his hips up against your mouth. He tugged your hair so tightly as he panted, releasing ropes of cum into your mouth. You groaned around him, swallowing it all before you pulled away, leaving a soft kiss on the tip of his cock again. âHoly shit,â Eddie mumbled, shaking his head. âThat was better than I had ever imagined.â
âYouâve⊠imagined that?â You asked, tilting your head slightly as you sat back on your knees on his bed. Eddie sat up, his face turning a bright red color yet again. Damn, he was really out here exposing himself to you, wasnât he?
âI, uh,â he stuttered, looking around the room. ââŠno?â He said, sounding more like a question than a statement. âNo, because that would be weird and not right.â He mumbled, a giggle escaped your lips as you moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.Â
âYou sure?â You asked, tilting your head as you looked at him. âBecause, I think youâre lying.â You mumbled, fingers trailing small circles on his chest.Â
âAnd if I am?â He asked softly, hands moving to hold your hips.Â
âI think thatâs really hotâŠâ you replied, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. He groaned against your lips and kissed you back, pulling you closer to him. He laid you back on the bed softly and hovered over you, looking down at you.Â
âYou are just so incredibly beautiful,â he mumbled, leaving soft kisses on your neck. âI still cannot believe this is happening,â he added, his right hand roaming over your body. He moved up to your chest, squeezing your left breast gently as he continued to kiss down your neck and upper chest. He kissed over right breast, tongue flicking over your hardened nipple. You moaned softly, hands tangling into his hair gently.Â
âYouâre so sweet,â you purred, tugging on Eddieâs locks. He moaned at the feeling and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking on it softly. You gasped at the feeling, head falling back on the pillows. âFucking shit, Eddie, I think Iâm going to need you to fuck me.â You mumbled, Eddieâs head shot up, looking down at you.
âYeah?â He asked, sitting up gently. âYou want me to fuck you, princess?â He asked, moving towards his bedside table for a condom.
âWant you to fuck me,â you mumbled, running your fingers over his bicep gently as he fished for a condom. âNeed you to fuck me,â you added, nails scratching up and down his muscular biceps more.
âFuck,â he groaned, opening the condom. He stood up, pumping his cock a few times before he slid the condom on slowly. He stood at the edge of his bed and grabbed your thighs gently, pulling you towards him. You squealed softly, looking up at him as he lifted your thighs, moving closer towards you. He teased your folds with the tip of his cock before he pushed in slowly, moaning as he felt you around him.Â
You gasped at the feeling, looking up at him. âEddie,â you whined softly, eyes closing slightly.
âFuck, princess,â he groaned, filling you up completely. He stayed still for a second before he started to thrust in and out of you slowly. He pulled you closer and your legs wrapped around his body, holding him against you. âShit,â he mumbled, hands moving down to your breasts. He squeezed your breasts, massaging them as he continued to thrust in and out of you. âSo pretty like this, fuck. You look so pretty taking my cock,â he groaned out, leaning down to kiss your lips.
You groaned and kissed him back, hands wrapping around his wrists as he continued to thrust. He picked up the pace a bit, thrusting faster and deeper as he squeezed your breasts harder.Â
âAh, fuck, Eddie, shit,â you moaned, moving your hips against him as he thrusted. âShit, fuck, youâre so big. You fill me up, god, fuck, made just for me, my perfect fanboy,â you whined, lips moving against his with desperate kisses. He moaned louder, thrusting deeper.
âFuck, yeah. Iâm your fanboy,â he groaned, biting your bottom lip gently before he tugged on it. âYouâre my popstar, favorite one ever. Taking my cock so good and sounding so pretty, fuck, your moans sound prettier than your music.â
Eddie released your breasts from his hands and moved his left hand down to where your bodies were connected, rubbing slow and tight circles on your clit. A loud moan escaped your lips as your back arched off the bed, looking up at him. âEddie, shit,â you moaned, nails scratching down his biceps again. âFuck, youâre gonna make me cum.â
âYeah?â He asked, thrusting faster. âGonna cum for me, pretty girl? Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna cum on your favorite fanboyâs cock?â
You moaned, nodding your head repeatedly. âYeah, fuck, gonna cum on my favorite fanboyâs cock,â you said blissed out as you felt your high come closer. Eddie made one more deep thrust and felt you clench around him. Your head fell back on the bed as you released around his cock, whining at the feeling. âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you muttered.
âGod, fuck, youâre so pretty baby,â Eddie groaned, âIâm gonna cum, fuck.â
âYeah? Fuck, cum for me pretty boy,â you sighed, feeling completely blissed out. âMy perfect little fanboy.â Your legs tightened around his waist, holding him close to you and inside of you. Eddie moaned at your words, his cock twitching inside of you as he released into the condom. He made a couple more thrusts before he groaned. Your legs fell back down and Eddie pulled out of you, helping you steady yourself so you didnât fall off the bed.
He placed his hands out for you to grab and helped you sit up on the bed gently. You smiled slightly and sat on the edge of his bed, looking at him. âYouâre so perfect,â he sighed, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on the lips. He reached for your panties and his Metallica shirt, handing them to you before he slid the condom off, tying it up before throwing it in the trash. You accepted the shirt and panties, sliding them both on before falling back on his bed. He chuckled slightly, looking at you. âYou okay, princess?â He asked, you looked at him and nodded.
âYeah, you just took a lot out of me, fuck, youâre amazing,â you said, smiling at him. âAnd, youâre coming to bed with me⊠right?â You asked, he shuffled towards you and smiled.
âAs if thatâs even a question.â He grabbed his boxers from the floor and slid them on before laying down in the bed, wrapping his arm around your waist gently.
You moved towards him, a smile on your face as you rested your head on his chest. He left a soft kiss on the top of your head and hummed, closing his eyes.
You giggled softly and he opened his eyes, looking down at you. âWhat?â He asked, pushing your hair out of your face gently with his finger tips.Â
âA poster on the ceiling? Really?â You giggled more, pointing to the poster of you on the ceiling. He blushed softly, groaning as he covered his face with his hand.Â
âPlease donât start with me,â he mumbled.Â
âMy perfect little fan boy, huh?â You teased and he turned bright red.Â
âYeah, yeah, laugh it up.â He sighed, leaving another soft kiss on your forehead.Â
âOh, I will.â You said, snuggling into his side more as you closed your eyes again.Â
Eddie held you close to his body and smiled a little. Tonight was different for him, he didnât need to listen to your music to help him sleep. Instead, he was able to hold you in bed, listening to your breathing and soft snores.
Yeah, this was way better.Â
Eddie woke up the next morning to some knocks on the front door of the trailer. He grunted, rolling out of bed gently. He found a dirty shirt from the floor and slid it on over his body. He stretched, groaning as the knocking continued. He looked at your sleeping form and smiled, remembering everything that happened the night before. He leaned down, leaving a soft kiss on your head before he shifted towards the front door of the trailer.
He glanced around and shrugged when he didnât see his uncle, huh, must be working a double.Â
Eddie opened the front door, Gareth and Jeff standing on the other side. âWhat?â Eddie groaned, rubbing his face as he leaned against the door.
âWell, good morning, sunshine,â Gareth teased, crossing his arms over his chest.
âWeâre just checking in on you,â Jeff added, shooting Gareth a glare.
âIâm fine, why?â Eddie yawned, looking at his friends with a raised eyebrow.
âWell, how were we supposed to know? You left us at the Hideout and just disappeared.â Gareth shot back with a snark tone.
âDamn, chill,â Jeff said, looking at Gareth. âIt was his birthday, he probably got wasted and came home to sleep it off.â
Eddie went to open his mouth and reply but he was cut off by you. You called his name and walked towards him in your panties and his Metallica shirt from the night before.
âEddie,â you whined, wrapping your arms around his waist. âYou left me alone in bed,â you added, leaving a soft kiss on his neck.
âSorry, princess,â Eddie said with a small smirk, arm wrapping around your shoulder gently.Â
âItâs okay,â you shrugged, looking up at his friends. You remembered Gareth but didnât know his other friend. âOh!â You smiled, nodding at his friends. âGareth, right? And, Iâm so sorry, but I don't believe we have met yet,â you added, looking at Jeff.
âGareth, yeah,â Gareth replied, staring at you.
âJeff,â Jeff said, sticking his hand out for you to shake. You smiled and shook it gently.
âNice to meet you, Jeff. Good to see you again, Gareth.â You smiled at the boys before turning your attention back to Eddie. âCome back to bed when you can, yeah?â You asked, placing a soft kiss on his lips before you turned back towards his room.Â
Gareth and Jeff both stared at you as you walked away, retreating back to Eddieâs room with a slight shake of your hips.Â
âThereâs no fucking way.â Gareth said, looking back at Eddie. âSeriously?! You took her home?!â He questioned, the sound of jealousy evident in his voice.Â
âYeah, I did; so what?â Eddie smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the door.Â
âFuck,â Jeff muttered, still looking in the direction you went.
âOh,â Eddie mumbled, remembering something. âThanks for those VIP meet and greet tickets, Jeffy boy.â Eddie smirked. âNow, I must be going, have a good day.âÂ
Gareth and Jeff just shared a look as Eddie closed the door in their faces, making his way back to his room to be with you again.
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Y2K Dot Com Bubble Songs (Hilariously Dated)
These songs were from around that time, when both the internet and texting were starting to become common place but man hearing them now is just hilariously dated.
Lyrics about e-mailing, paging and Aol messaging these songs were definitely a product of itâs time and this post is just showcasing that weird trend of displaying website domains in the title of a song.
Such innocent times back when you wanted to go online.
#y2k#y2k aesthetic#dot com bubble#nostalgia#2000s#90s#old internet#pop music#y2k pop#bubblegum dance
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i'm glad i get forever to see where you end
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happy birthday to my wife in all but law, @messessentialist. this whole idea came out of nowhere and then just kept growing and growing, much like my love for you. anytime you're ready to live our rv life dreams, i'm ready.
i'm not gonna post any links here, but just know i had 8 tabs open of different fish and birds that can be seen in and around indiana lakes. i didn't have a particular lake in mind, but there are plenty to choose from so if it matters to you, i mostly looked at lakes in the northeast and northwest area of indiana.
title is lyrics from forever by noah kahan, which is a song you should absolutely listen to if you haven't before.
this work is for sadie. if she is the only one who reads this, then that's all that matters to me.
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He stares down at the paper in his hands. He thought heâd feel relief, maybe a tiny bit of happiness that heâd never admit to. He even considered that he might feel a small speck of sadness the day his brother died.
But all Wayne Munson feels right now is disbelief and anger, and he doesnât know where to hide it before Eddie gets home.
âGod damn idiot. Couldnât even have the decency to die of old age. Had to go and get killed behind bars,â Wayne mutters under his breath as he folds the paper and slips it back into the envelope, hoping that keeping it out of sight might help him come to terms with the emotions flooding his chest. âBullshit.â
Wayne is tired. He feels exhaustion in his bones, even in his fresh retirement.
For some, retirement is a time to reflect on the life youâve lived and experience the things you couldnât while you worked and raised a family. For others, retirement never happens at all.
For Wayne, retirement is a reminder that he almost lost his nephew, his son, and the government had to make sure he wouldnât say a damn thing about how.
He knows he shouldnât complain, but damn he sure would like to.
And now he has to figure out a way to tell Eddie that his father got killed in prison. The letter doesnât say much, just that it was violent and the person responsible for his death is facing further consequences. As if Wayne cares about that. As if it helps explain this situation to a boy who already lost enough.
He sighs as he grabs a beer from the fridge and glances at the clock. Eddie should be home soon. He canât hold onto this for too long; The news will get out soon enough and heâll hear it from somewhere else, somewhere who wonât take the time to see what Eddie needs.
He takes a sip of the beer, then another, hoping the next taste of the bitter hops will help him decipher what he needs to say to Eddie.
Itâs almost a blessing that Eddie doesnât arrive home for another hour, giving Wayne time to finish his beer and get started on dinner.
Wayne is already prepared to ask Steve to head out tonight instead of linger, using the excuse of making sure Eddie doesnât need anything before he goes. Usually Wayne finds it endearing, and hopes Eddie can see whatâs so obvious there, but not tonight.
But Steve doesnât walk in with Eddie.
Eddieâs humming something when he walks in, setting his cane against the table before sitting down in a chair and looking at Wayne with a smile.
âHey, Wayne. Howâs your day been?â
Wayne knows heâs about to ruin Eddieâs day at the very least and heâs not sure if he wants that task. He silently curses Al Munson again, wishing for someone to show up and say it was a mistake just so he doesnât have to do this.
âOh, boring. Ya know I hate retirement,â Wayne says as he brushes off the stress, tries to figure out a way to lead in to the news naturally. âToo much time on my hands.â
âYou love fishing, though. Thought thatâs where you went all morning.â
Wayne nodded. âYouâre right about that. Guess I just like keeping my mind busy.â
Heâs met with silence, which leads him to looking over to the table, where Eddie is staring at the envelope the letter came in.
Why did he leave it out in the open like that? Itâs clearly marked from the prison.
âWhatâs this?â Eddie asks, always curious to the point of danger. âDad get out?â
This was one of the worst things Wayne ever had to do and thatâs saying something. Vietnam wasnât for the weak, losing the love of his life nearly killed him, and seeing Eddie in a hospital bed after just barely escaping death is something heâd feel deep in his chest for years. But this was up there.
âNo, son,â Wayne sighed, turning away from the pot on the stove. Beef stew and bread with butter was one of Eddieâs favorites, but it took a lot of work. That didnât matter as much as making sure Eddie had support. âThey sent a letter to let me know your dad passed away.â
Eddie didnât look away from the letter. He was playing with the rings on his fingers, replaced by Steve the moment he realized they were missing in the hospital.
âDid they say how?â Eddie finally asked, still not looking up at Wayne.
âThey just said another inmate was responsible. I donât know any details. Iâm sorry, Ed. Really sorry.â
And he is. Despite the fact that Al was a terrible father and made Eddieâs life harder than it should have ever been, he knows Eddie must have a lot of complicated emotions.
âWelp!â Eddie claps his hands on his thighs before finally looking back up at Wayne. âGuess thatâs that.â
âItâŠis?â Wayne is trying to watch for any sign of discomfort or sadness, maybe anger. He sees none.
âYeah. Not like Iâve really had him around to feel much of a loss.â Eddie smiles. Itâs not fake, at least not according to Wayneâs judgment. âYouâve been my dad more than he ever was.â
Wayne feels warmth spreading in his chest at the thought of Eddie seeing him as his parent. It makes sense, but heâs never outright said something. Sure, he gave him Fatherâs Day cards, often handmade. And yeah, he braved a fishing trip every year for Wayneâs birthday because he knew it meant a lot to him. There was that one time heâd called him Dad when he was on morphine in the hospital.
Hearing it changes something in Wayne.
âYou really feel that way, kid?â Wayne asks, sitting down at the table across from Eddie.
âYeah. I kinda thought you knew that already.â
âGuess itâs nice to hear anyway.â
They donât say anything else. They donât need to.
A few minutes goes by before Wayne stands up and walks over to the stew, giving it a stir and taking a spoonful out to test the carrots and beef.
âIs that beef stew?â Eddie asks as the scent hits him.
âSure is.â
âYou were worried about how this was gonna go, huh?â Eddie teases, smirk evident in his voice.
âA little. Canât blame me, can ya?â Wayne decides itâs done and turns off the stove. Heâs grabbing two bowls from the cabinet when the front door opens.
âYou forgot the meds!â Steve yells as he runs into their kitchen with a bottle of prescription pills in his hand. He freezes when he sees Wayne dishing out stew. âSorry. Uh. Am I interrupting?â
Wayne laughs around a sigh, reaching up to grab a third bowl.
âNo, have a seat, son. Just gettinâ ready to eat.â
Eddie stands and limps his way to Steve, taking the pill bottle to pocket it before he leans further in his space.
âIâm an orphan!â
Steveâs jaw drops and Wayne does all he can not to laugh. Itâs not funny, and he knows that Eddieâs probably not processing the news properly yet, but heâd rather laugh than cry.
âSorry, what?â
âMy dadâs dead. The biological one in prison. Rest in peace to the man who gave me, like, two useful skills and musical talent.â Eddie is still leaning into Steveâs space and Wayneâs watching, waiting.
âIâm sorry, Eddie, that sucks.â
âNah, it sucks that he was such a shitty dad I barely even feel sad that heâs dead.â Ah, there it is. Thatâs why heâs doing better than Wayne expected. âIâve got Wayne.â
âDamn right,â Wayne adds as he pulls spoons out of the drawer. âLetâs eat.â
Steve seems lost for a moment as he looks between Wayne and Eddie, unsure what else to say in this admittedly strange situation.
He finally grabs two bowls off the counter and sets them in his and Eddieâs spots at the table.
âLetâs eat.â
- - -
Two days pass before it really hits Eddie.
Wayneâs been waiting.
Nothing major happens. Eddie doesnât break down in tears or lash out in anger. He doesnât even mention saying goodbye in some way.
âWe should go on a trip.â He says to Wayne while theyâre eating breakfast.
âWhat kinda trip?â Wayne asks without looking up from his newspaper.
âCamping. Or maybe cabin-ing. Somewhere with walls and running water.â Eddie sounds breathless, like heâs run a marathon. Wayne finally looks up and sees the look in his eyes. âCould go fishing and roast marshmallows and swim and stuff. Like that one time.â
Heâs talking about the trip they took together a few months after he moved in permanently. His mama was gone and his dad was sitting in jail waiting for sentencing on an armed robbery turned homicide. Wayne wanted to get Eddieâs mind off everything before he had to go back to school, so he took him up to a friendâs cabin at the lake for a few days.
Eddieâs never been an outside person, but they had fun there.
It was the first time Wayne felt like Eddie was his.
It may have been the first time Eddie felt safe with Wayne, too.
âI could see if that cabinâs available. My buddy doesnât rent it out much anymore so Iâm sure heâd be fine with us using it.â
âCould Steve come?â
âSure.â
He agrees without a second thought.
This is Eddieâs way of seeking comfort in the people he has left, he can see it from a mile away. If Eddie needs Steve to come with them, itâs no skin off Wayneâs back.
Plus, Wayne can recognize how badly Steve needs to relax. He canât believe someone as young as him walks with so much tension in his shoulders and lines on his forehead.
âSweet. Heâs never been fishing,â Eddie explains. âOr hiking in the right side up. At least not proper hiking. I guess we arenât really doing proper hiking. Iâm wearing jeans. Canât be real hiking.â
Wayne smiles down at the sports section of the paper, nodding and humming in agreement when Eddie recommends something else for their trip.
- - -
Steve tries insisting on taking his car as his contribution to the weekend, but Wayne tells him they need the space in his truck for all their gear. It occurs to him when Steve just blinks back at him that Eddie didnât explain how much is actually involved in all this.
But Wayne takes the time to show him some of the stuff he already has packed in the bed of his truck.
âI thought we were staying in a cabin. Why do we have a tent?â Steve sounds nervous when he asks.
âItâs not a full tent. Just a canopy to hang up to protect us from the sun if we get caught up somewhere during our hike.â
âHike?â Steve turns towards the trailer, glaring at Eddie, who is too busy trying to figure out which of his sneakers to wear to notice. âHe didnât say anything about hiking. I donât have boots or, or, anything!â
Wayne grabs Steveâs shoulders, looks him in the eye, and lets out a laugh.
âDo ya think Eddie would agree to go on a hike that requires special boots?â Wayne shakes his head. âDonât think I could bribe him to go on anything but an easy trail unless that Lars guy from Metallica was at the end of it.â
âSo Iâll be fine in my Nikes?â Steve clarifies.
âBetter than.â Wayne turns back to the truck bed. âI grabbed an extra pole for ya, but itâs a bit short. We can make it work, though.â
Steve stares at everything piled into the truck. Wayne stares at Steve.
He canât read him quite like he can read Eddie, not yet, but heâs got a feeling that Steveâs overwhelmed by the effort. Wayne doesnât know much about his upbringing, but he can imagine it was pretty lonely what with his parents being gone more than they were home.
Heâs certain Richard Harrington wouldnât even know how to cast a line, let alone catch a fish.
âWayne! Should I just bring both?â Eddieâs standing barefoot on the top step of the deck, holding two pairs of sneakers up.
âSure, Ed.â Wayne looks down at his bare feet and wrinkles his nose. âDonât forget your socks.â
âDoes he do that a lot?â Steve asks, still staring at everything in the truck.
âNot so much anymore. When heâs got a lot on his mind, though, he forgets little stuff. Socks, underwear, eating.â Wayne could go on, but heâs pretty sure Eddie will kill him if he does. âHeâs excited for this trip so it probably isnât at the front of his mind.â
âRight, yeah. I noticed that.â Steve finally looks at Wayne, small smile on his face. Fond, Wayne would say. âHe was so caught up on picking up the kids for game night, he forgot the games.â
âSounds like our boy,â Wayne said, waiting for any kind of negative reaction from Steve at his words.
But Steveâs smile grew, his cheeks flushing a light pink. He looked over at where Eddie had been standing moments ago, and Wayne watches him.
âSteve, I feel like-â
âWayne! We forgot hot dogs!â Eddie calls from inside the trailer, front door wide open allowing him to see Eddieâs movement by the fridge. âAnd buns!â
Steve looks back at Wayne. âI can run and get some while you finish up here.â
âI already grabbed them. Check that red cooler and the bag next to it,â Wayne gestured towards three coolers along the side of the truck bed. âHe wasnât payinâ attention when I told him I was packinâ everything.â
âNot surprising.â
âWe got it all Ed! Throw your bag in and letâs go!â Wayne calls towards the trailer. âHeâs gonna throw a fit about ridinâ in the middle, but thatâs what he gets for beinâ a bean pole.â
Steve snorts as he walks over to open the passenger door. âHeâll live.â
Wayne thinks Steveâs gonna fit right in.
- - -
The cabin is off the beaten path. Itâs actually off of all paths. Theyâre lucky that Wayneâs friend visited recently to clear bushes and trees away so they could get to it.
Forest surrounds it on three sides, the lake is in the back.
Itâs quiet, an escape for all of them, but especially for Eddie. Whatever thoughts are trying to cloud Eddieâs mind might just float away in the fresh air if he manages to relax enough.
They unload the truck efficiently, bringing everything inside except the fishing equipment, which stays on the front porch so Wayne can load it on the boat before nightfall. He doesnât bother locking his truck up; Thereâs no one around for two miles at least.
Steveâs loading things into the fridge and EddieâsâŠ
âWhereâs Ed?â Wayne asks as he grabs his duffel bag to bring to one of the bedrooms.
âSaid he wanted to see how cold the water is,â Steve shrugs, shoving the beer to the side so he can make room for Eddieâs Mountain Dew. âTold him itâs probably not that cold since itâs August.â
âAnything less than boiling is too cold for that one,â Wayne chuckles. âIâll go load the boat.â
He goes out the back door, immediately locating Eddie at the waterâs edge. At least he didnât go far. He was a bit of a flight risk at the best of times and these werenât really the best of times.
His shoes and socks are off, sitting in the mix of sand and rocks that make up the shoreline. The rocks are smooth, worn down over thousands of years of water and animals and people. Perfect for skipping across the top of the water, splashes disrupting the calm of a lake with few visitors this close to the end of summer.
Wayne showed Eddie how to skip rocks years ago, not on this lake, but a much smaller one that theyâd visited for the day the summer before he started high school. It took him about 100 tries before he got it, but when he did, heâd beamed back at Wayne, proud of himself for possibly the first time in his life.
But heâs not skipping rocks now. Heâs standing at the shoreline, where the small waves break against the sand, staring out at the horizon. Wayne is tempted to leave him be, but he canât.
He walks up behind him, makes sure to clear his throat so he isnât completely startled when Wayne stops right where the water stops. It licks right at the toes of his boots, but theyâre his work ones, steel-toe.
Eddie turns and gives him a small smile.
âSorry, just wanted to dip my feet in.â Eddie apologizes as if Wayne would care that heâs already finding solace in the solitude of the lake.
âStay out here as long as you want, kid. You okay?â Wayne watches as Eddieâs hands curl into fists and then relax against his thighs.
âYeah. Thanks for bringing me out here. Iâll help load the boat,â Eddie offers, already turning towards Wayne fully and taking a step out of the water. Wayne holds his hand up to stop him. âWhat?â
âI got it. You can help pack the cooler in the morninâ.â
Eddie shrugs and turns back to the lake.
Wayne watches him for another minute, silent so he doesnât disturb whatever thoughts are brewing in Eddieâs head.
As he walks back to the porch to grab the tackle boxes and poles for the boat, he sees Steve watching Eddie out the kitchen window, concerned frown and furrowed brow on his face.
Steve doesnât notice him.
- - -
The first night is Wayne making dinner while Steve and Eddie argue over which side of the queen sized bed theyâre sleeping on. He canât help but laugh at how quickly it went from calmly suggesting the other person sleeps on the window side to personal insults.
When he hears Eddie say something about Steveâs hair being too big, he shouts for them to join him.
Dinner is relatively peaceful considering the warzone that was their shared bedroom moments before sitting down to eat. Everyone enjoys the chicken and green beans Wayne cooked, barely leaving any for leftovers. They talk about their plans for the morning, and Steve offers to clean up after they eat so Wayne can have an early night.
Itâs kind of him, but he already knows their arguing is just gonna wake him up if they havenât settled on the bed issue.
âHow about you take turns sleepinâ by the window?â Wayne asks before agreeing to an early bedtime. âThat way itâs fair.â
âBut who has to sleep there tonight?â Eddie asks, sticking his tongue out at Steve.
âRock, paper, scissors?â
âThatâs stupid.â
Wayne raises his brow at Eddieâs crossed arms. âDraw straws then.â
âWe donât have straws.â Steve looks around the kitchen, trying to find something they can use in place of straws, but fails. âItâs fine. Iâll take the window.â
Wayne can tell he doesnât want to, and heâs pretty sure he can guess why neither of them is thrilled with sleeping directly under a window that looks out into a dense forest, but Steveâs a self-sacrificial kind of guy. Thatâs been clear for as long as Wayneâs known him.
He also knows that Eddie, even as stubborn as he is, wouldnât let a friend feel uncomfortable.
âIâll take it tonight.â Eddie offers.
âNo, itâs okay. I can take it.â
Wayne rolls his eyes. âYâall will argue over anything.â
Steve and Eddie both turn to him with matching grins. âMhm.â They agree in unison.
âEddie takes window tonight,â Wayne says. âSteve can have it tomorrow night. Whoever catches the biggest fish this weekend gets to pick on the last night.â
âSounds fair,â Steve nods, turning to Eddie to see if he agrees.
âSure. Fair.â Eddie stands and starts clearing the drinks from the table.
Wayne decides to leave before he gets dragged into a new disagreement. Heâs only got so much patience.
Heâs not surprised to hear them go out the back door after the sun sets, voices quiet, but still audible through Wayneâs open bedroom window.
They donât go far, just past the porch, about halfway to the water.
âYou know, my dad would never have done anything like this with me,â Steve states, only a small hint of bitterness in his tone. âHe didnât believe in bonding time or whatever. Thought that was for fathers and sons who didnât have a family business to maintain.â
âMy dad never did either.â Eddie says back, and Wayneâs heart stops in his chest. âProbably couldnât have stayed sober enough to make the drive to a place like this.â
Wayne waits for Steve to say something, anything. He waits for so long, heâs tempted to look out the window and see if he can see them under the light of the moon.
âYour dad didnât deserve you,â Steve finally says, quieter than theyâd been before, like he didnât want to disrupt the quiet night with his words. âAnd you deserved better than him.â
âI had Wayne eventually. I have Wayne now.â Eddie replies just as quietly. âAnd you do too, ya know.â
Wayne isnât much of a crier. Heâs only done it a handful of times. But Eddieâs words make his eyes well up and his throat burn.
âHe barely knows me,â Steve tries to argue.
âHe knows enough. You were there for the worst of my shit. You still stick around. Youâre here right now even though you couldâve turned down his invitation.â Eddie sounds like heâs holding back tears now. âIf you mean a lot to me, you mean a lot to Wayne. Youâll just have to get used to it.â
Wayne wishes he could be a part of this conversation, or at least be able to see them both. Heâs respecting their space as much as he can, though. Heâs laying in his bed and biting back tears the way any respectful uncle would.
âIâm not used to meaning so much to someone.â
Wayne isnât sure he hears him right, his voice breaking halfway through, but Steve couldnât have said anything else.
He should stop listening. This is turning into something else entirely, he thinks. He shouldnât hear whatever Eddie says next.
âYou mean everything to me.â
Wayne closes his eyes, holds his breath, hopes that if Steve takes it the way he knows Eddie means it, that this doesnât turn into a real fight. He hopes that Steveâs reaction is kind, even if itâs not what Eddie wants.
Wayneâs almost grateful that he canât hear what Steve says next. Whether itâs rude or loving, he doesnât want to be a part of this moment like this. He canât close his window, theyâd hear it. He canât leave his room, heâll just be in view when they come back inside.
He waits one minute, two, three. He hears a twig snap and then quiet giggling.
He smiles to himself as he hears footsteps heading back towards the cabin.
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Eddie wakes up with Steveâs arms around him and something bubbling in his chest.
Could be heartburn, or it could be the love thatâs been growing inside him for months.
He remembers their conversation last night, looking up at the stars and listening to the leaves gently brushing against each other in the breeze, and he canât help the blush on his cheeks. When Steve kissed him last night, he was pretty sure he was dreaming.
This wasnât a dream, though.
They stayed up way too late. Eddie knew the moment he looked at the clock as they got into bed and saw 1:48 in bright red that heâd struggle today.
He could hear Wayne moving around the cabin, probably making coffee and breakfast for them since theyâd need an early start for fishing. It wasnât Eddieâs favorite thing to do, but Wayne loved it, and Eddie loved Wayne.
Steve groaned as he moved one arm above his head.
Eddie looks up at him, blushing harder when Steveâs half-lidded eyes are already looking down at him. Heâs smiling, cocky if Eddieâs reading him right.
âSleep okay?â Steveâs sleep-raspy voice asks, fingers gliding across Eddieâs upper arm in unknown patterns.
âMhm. Not long enough,â Eddie admits. âCould stay in bed.â
Steve hums in agreement before seemingly realizing that Wayneâs already up. âDonât think we can skip out on Wayne, though.â
This is why Eddie has a hard time pushing his feelings down for Steve. Heâs done this before, whether he realizes he did or not.
In the hospital, the day after heâd woken up, Steve had stopped by to bring some clothes for Wayne since he refused to leave Eddieâs side. The kids had apparently been hounding him to take them with him, but he stood his ground and told them that Eddie needed time with just Wayne right now and that he needed rest.
A few weeks later, Steve couldâve easily taken Eddie home by himself, but insisted on waiting for Wayne to get off of work to do it.
Just a week ago, Wayne had forgotten a few things at the store, and when Steve overheard him grumbling about having to make another trip, he offered to go.
Thatâs just who Steve is.
Eddie loves him for it.
âYeah. Heâd be so bored without me scaring the fish away with my constant humming and leg jiggling,â Eddie agrees seriously. âWouldnât want him to miss me.â
Steve lets out a loud laugh, and Eddie hides his pleased smile in Steveâs chest.
He canât believe heâs doing this right now, canât believe Steveâs arm tightens around him, pulls him closer so all he can feel and smell is Steve.
âYou could just stay quiet while we fish,â Steve suggests, as if Eddie hasnât thought of that already. âJust for a little bit.â
âThat sounds boring.â
Steve pokes Eddieâs cheek with his other hand. Eddie nips at his fingertip before Steve can pull away. They both laugh.
Itâs easy.
A knock on the door interrupts the casual cuddling, but Eddie knows itâs not because Steveâs ashamed to be caught with him like that. Steve isnât used to this being okay.
âYou boys up?â Wayneâs voice is barely muffled through the door, something Eddie notes for later.
âYeah!â Eddie calls back, though he probably didnât need to speak more than normal volume.
Steve is tense below him. Eddie hates that.
He tries to soothe him by running his hand along his side, memorizing the bumps of his scars, keeping his breathing even so Steve would calm down. Wayne wouldnât walk in without Eddie telling him he could, but Steve mustâve assumed he didnât respect his space that much.
âBreakfast is done. Just made eggs and toast.â Wayne knocks once more on the door before they can hear his footsteps walking back to the kitchen.
Steve relaxes and sighs.
âYou donât have to do that.â Eddie still traces along the scar on his hip. âWayneâs cool.â
âI know.â Steve goes to sit up, but Eddie holds him down. âEddie, I know. Itâs okay. I didnât mean to react like that.â
âThereâs a price to pay before you get up.â
Steve snorts. âAnd whatâs that?â
âA kiss.â
Steve kisses the top of Eddieâs head.
âUnfortunately, I wonât be accepting that form of payment.â
Steveâs hand cups Eddieâs cheek, thumb rubbing slowly as he guides his face up to look at him. Eddie hopes he canât feel the heat on his skin, but the odds arenât great.
âOne kiss.â
âOnly one?â Eddie pouts.
âDonât wanna get carried away when weâre supposed to be getting up.â Steve leans in until his breath is hot against Eddieâs lips. âSo one kiss and then you let me leave so we can go fishing with your uncle.â
âFine.â Eddie canât help smiling into the kiss. Itâs quicker than he wants, but itâs perfect. When Steve pulls away, Eddie groans and falls flat on his back. âWhat if we fake sick?â
âYouâre ridiculous,â Steve laughs as he gets out of bed and tries to get changed into regular clothes.
Eddie watches him, canât wipe the smile off his face as Steve nearly trips over his own pant leg. He doesnât even care if Steve catches him looking, not anymore.
He gets to look now.
After Eddieâs confession last night, after their first kiss, and the second and third, and talking for two hours by the water, it was pretty obvious that they were skipping over that new relationship awkwardness. Eddie hadnât quite said he loved Steve, and Steve hadnât said it either, but actions spoke louder than words. The way they couldnât stop touching, the way Steve looked at Eddie while he talked about his most recent adventure with Dustin, the way Eddie watched Steve throw rocks as far as he could into the depths of the lake, it was all love.
âIf you keep looking at me like that, Iâm never leaving this room.â Steve is looking at him as he buttons his jeans and Eddie is considering sending Wayne on his own.
He waited months for this, but now it felt like waiting another hour was too much.
âLooking at you like what?â Eddie asks innocently.
âLike you wanna eat me.â
âWellâŠâ Eddie wiggles his eyebrows and taps the bed. âI could eat breakfast in bed if you get back in it.â
Steve walks over to the bed, leans over Eddie, gets close enough to nip at his top lip.
âGet out of bed.â He presses a quick kiss to Eddieâs lips before walking to the door. He leaves it open as he leaves the room without looking back.
Eddie curses Steveâs ability to get him to do anything, and reluctantly gets out of bed. He throws on his shorts, a tank top, and ties his bandana in his hair so he doesnât have to worry about it sticking to his forehead.
When he gets to the kitchen, Wayne and Steve are staring out the window and whispering.
âI didnât think weâd see a marsh hawk. Populationâs been down for the last decade,â Wayneâs saying as Eddie walks up on his other side. âIâve only seen one before and that was during a trip to Lake Michigan when I was 14 or 15.â
Eddie looks out the window, trying to see what they see. Heâs not sure what a marsh hawk looks like, but heâs assuming itâs one of the birds in the nearby trees.
Steve wordlessly points it out to him.
âThatâs a cool bird.â Eddie says at a normal volume. The bird spreads its wings out, acting as if it might take off. Itâs beautiful, the white along its beak and chest a stunning contrast to its dark brown wings.
âItâs good luck to see one in some cases,â Wayne whispers as he turns away from the window. âSeeing one on your wedding day is supposed to lead to a long and happy marriage.â
âToo bad no oneâs getting married here today,â Eddie remarks as he grabs a plate and starts to scoop eggs onto it.
âNot married. But still good luck,â Steve mutters as he follows Eddie. âSo we just have to grab the cooler on our way out?â
Wayne nods. âAnd the bait.â
âI thought we used plastic stuff.â
âWe use lures, but we put worms on there to get the fish to actually bite,â Wayne explains. âIâve got plenty of stuff for bass, but I dunno how lucky weâll be.â
Eddie nods along as he takes a huge bite of toast. âOne time we forgot worms and had to use hot dogs.â
âFish eat hot dogs?â Steve asks in surprise.
âSome fish settle for hot dogs. They donât quite realize âtil itâs too late that it ainât their food,â Wayne shrugs. âBut we got plenty of worms for this trip. Should be perfect fishing conditions.â
They all ate in silence after that, but Eddie could feel Steveâs nerves building the closer they all got to clean plates.
Steve didnât have to say it for Eddie to know he desperately wanted to impress Wayne, especially now that they wereâŠsomething. They probably needed to clarify exactly what they were at some point soon. They would. Eventually. Tonight maybe.
Or tomorrow.
âIâll clean up if you boys wanna finish getting ready.â Wayne offered as he scraped the last of his eggs onto his fork.
Eddie took him up on his offer, jumping up to go brush his teeth and get his sneakers on.
âYou cominâ?â He asks Steve, whoâs still slowly eating the eggs he drenched in ketchup.
âJust a second,â Steve replies with his mouth full. âYou can use the bathroom first.â
Eddie nods and leaves the room.
He hears the sink in the kitchen running a few seconds later, and the hushed voices of Wayne and Steve having a whispered conversation. He could sneak back, try to listen in, but he thinks that maybe Steve needs this minute alone with him.
He finishes what he needs to do quickly, though, and admittedly sneaks back towards the kitchen quieter than he normally would, hoping to overhear something interesting.
But all he walks into is Steve laughing as Wayne smiles back.
Eddie doesnât find that he minds much, as long as theyâre both happy.
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Being on the boat is different as an adult.
The last time Eddie fished with Wayne on a boat, he was barely shoulder height on him and 100 pounds soaking wet. It was a much smaller boat, though, barely fit two grown adults comfortably.
This boat, however, was built for a family of at least four adults. The awning covered half of the boat, so Eddie didnât have to sit in direct sunlight when the sun finally rose.
Steve stood to the side, watching Wayne prep the lures and bait, casting his own line out and reeling it in until it was taut. Eddie went next, making a show of it just like he always did. Wayne doesnât comment, just shakes his head and smiles fondly as he watches the water.
âUm,â Steve starts. âI guess itâs my turn.â
Eddieâs pretty sure Wayne knows Steveâs nervous. Itâs hard not to tell with how quiet heâs been the entire ride to the middle of the lake.
Wayne sets his pole in the stand at the stern, and turns to Steve with his hands on his hips. âYou saw how I cast mine?â
Steve nods, but doesnât look sure. Eddieâs not really used to seeing Steve anything less than confident, even in the face of monsters.
It hits him the moment he thinks about monsters.
Theyâre on a lake. A lake very similar, though much larger, to the same lake that almost dragged Steve to his death. A lake heâd previously trusted, and no longer could.
Eddie doesnât say anything, just subtly places his hand against Steveâs hip, offering whatever comfort he can. Steve wonât admit heâs scared, but Eddie doesnât need him to.
Wayne sees it, Eddie knows he does. But because heâs the best uncle, he doesnât say anything.
He raises a brow and then schools his features back to a comforting smile before showing Steve how to hold the pole so he can cast it comfortably and far enough out that movements from the boat donât scare the fish from the hook.
Eddie watches, and he sees the nerves slowly easing from Steveâs shoulders, his forehead, and his arms. He relaxes inch by inch, and Eddie couldnât be more in love.
Wayne steps back so Steve can cast his line.
When the bobber hits the water, Wayne smiles and pats his shoulder. âGood job, son. Now reel it in a bit so you can feel if something bites. Good. Now we just wait.â
Steve turns red at the praise and Eddie realizes that Steve probably hasnât heard a âgood jobâ from an adult in a very, very long time.
Eddieâs childhood was fucked, but at least Wayne was there cheering him on, showing him what it meant to be proud of your kid eventually. Heâs pretty sure Steve hasnât had that for most of his life.
âHow long do we wait?â Steve asks after a few minutes.
The lake is near silent, and the water is so smooth it looks like glass. If Eddie leaned over, heâd probably be able to see his reflection. The gentle lapping of water on the side of the boat and the distant sound of birds in the trees lining the waterâs edge fills the air.
âI usually give it 10 or 15 minutes before reeling it in. Check my bait, maybe change the lure if thereâs no bites.â Wayneâs watching the end of Steveâs line as he speaks. âI used bass lures on all of ours, but we might change them up in a minute. See what else is out there.â
Steve nods and turns back.
Wayne doesnât take his eyes off of Steveâs bobber.
Eddie watches Wayne curiously.
Anytime heâs fished with Wayne, heâs left Eddie to his own devices after showing him what to do. He watches his own line, and only steps in to help if Eddie catches something and doesnât wanna touch the fish.
Wayneâs eyes widen just as Steve exclaims, âHey! Look!â
âReel it in!â Wayne shouts, setting his pole down again and rushing to stand next to Steve.
Eddie turns and watches as Steve reels in whatever heâs caught. Judging by the bend in the pole, itâs a decent sized fish.
âShit, what if it breaks?â Steve asks, voice shaking with the effort of trying to reel in the fish before it escapes.
âIt wonât. Keep going.â
When they manage to get the fish out of the water and into the boat, Steve is breathless.
âLook at that!â Wayne holds up the line, right above where the hook is caught in the fishâs mouth, beaming at Steve. âOur boy got himself a king salmon!â
Ignoring his mention of âourâ boy, Eddie steps closer and grips Steveâs shoulder, shaking him just enough to make the boat rock.
âHow can you tell?â Steve asks Wayne, reaching out to hold the fish up himself.
âYou see all these black spots on his back and fins?â Wayne points at a few of the spots. âOther salmon donât have this many spots or any at all. You keepinâ him or throwinâ him back?â
Steve looks at Eddie, smile falling as he suddenly looks unsure about what the right thing to do is. Before Eddie can say anything, Wayne wraps his arm around Steveâs shoulders.
âEither is fine with me. Could cook him up for supper if you wanna keep him or send him back to his friends with a new piercing.â Wayne looks over at Eddie. âEddie ainât much for seafood, but I make a mean baked salmon.â
Steve nods. âYeah, think Iâll keep this one.â
Wayne pats his shoulder again before showing him how to unhook the fish safely. He opens up the empty cooler he brought and places the fish inside.
Wayne moves to grab the bait so Steve can set up again, and while his back is turned, Eddie takes a chance.
He leans over and kisses the corner of Steveâs mouth.
âYouâre a natural,â Eddie whispers as he leans away again.
âShut up.â Steve is blushing that same pretty pink that he was last night and earlier this morning. Eddie canât look away. âJust lucky.â
Wayne catches two rainbow trout and Eddie manages to catch a small northern pike, which quickly gets thrown back when Eddie starts to make up a story about how itâs a teenager who got separated from its parents. Wayne shakes his head as Eddie carries on, but heâs used to it. Eddie never keeps his catch if heâs lucky enough to have one.
They relax as the day warms up, popping open cans of soda as the sun gets closer to the middle of the sky. Itâs not about fishing anymore; Itâs about soaking up the tranquility of their surroundings.
Eddie isnât known for being still or quiet, but even he can let himself enjoy this. Every day since March has been about survival, and appointments, and witness statements, and lawyers, and moving, and the kids. He feels like heâs barely even had time to think.
So while he sits on this boat with two of his favorite people, he thinks.
He thinks about how different his life is now, and how different it could still be.
He thinks about how much Wayne has sacrificed for him for most of his life, but especially the last five months.
He thinks about how much he wants to tell Steve he loves him.
He thinks heâll tell him tonight.
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Steve sits on the porch while Wayne cleans the fish, staying a good distance away so he doesnât end up seeing things thatâll make him wish he left the poor salmon in the lake. Eddieâs inside doing god knows what.
Heâs never been happier.
He does wish Robin could be here, but she hates the outdoors. She didnât even like going on her familyâs beach trip last month.
Plus, heâs pretty sure he wouldnât have been able to have the alone time he needed with Eddie last night if she were here. Even though sheâs been telling him to just talk to him for the last three months, she wouldnât have caught on to his plan.
Feeling this much for Eddie isnât new.
After the events of spring break, Steve took a long, hard look at high school and realized that at least part of the reason he was always staring at Eddie was because he was very interested. He started looking for any excuse to stick around in Eddieâs hospital room, and then offered to take him to appointments, and it continued from there.
Now, they hang out almost every day. Sometimes itâs with the kids, sometimes with Robin, sometimes alone.
Steve realizes that even before they kissed and fell asleep holding each other and flirted as much as possible all day, this was the best relationship heâs ever had. He needs to tell Eddie as soon as theyâre alone.
âAll done,â Wayne says as he steps onto the porch, the container of cleaned fish in his hand. âYou ready to learn the secret to makinâ the best fish?â
Steve is quick to nod, excited that Wayne thinks heâs even worth the time itâll take to show him. Wayneâs been so kind this entire trip, making sure Steve is involved and welcomed, makes him feel like he belongs in their little family.
As Wayne grabs everything theyâll need, Steve sees Eddie through their bedroom door, writing in a journal, tongue poking between his lips as he concentrates. Steveâs never seen this journal, but he can assume itâs another one of his many already filled with songs and campaign ideas.
âYou done starinâ at Ed?â Wayneâs voice is quiet behind him, but still makes him jump with surprise.
âWasnât staring at him. Thought I saw aâŠumâŠbug?â Steve knows heâs been caught halfway through trying to lie, so he moves on. âReady?â
âAre you?â Wayne raises a brow and smirks.
âYes!â Steve puts his hands on his hips. âWhat are you implying?â
âMostly that youâre too in love with my nephew to focus on what Iâm sayinâ.â
Steve feels heat in his cheeks, but he chooses to ignore it and pretend that he can distract Wayne from what heâs saying.
âSo weâre frying your fish and baking my salmon?â Steve starts holding up some of the spices Wayneâs set out on the counter. He can feel Wayneâs eyes on him. âLooks like you like spice.â
âSteve.â Wayne sighs. âItâs okay to feel however you feel. I ainât gonna judge.â
âRight. Yeah.â Steve turns to finally look at Wayne, who looks sad. He shouldnât look sad right now.
âEddie ever tell ya about Paul?â Wayne starts filling one pan with oil and the other with a few small pads of butter.
Steve shakes his head, watching closely.
âPaul was my boyfriend when Ed first came to live with me.â
Steveâs eyes widen as that hits him.
âWoulda been my husband had we been able to be married.â Wayne starts mixing flour, salt, and pepper in a bowl while he talks. âHe was a long haul truck driver. Gone for weeks at a time. Stayed with me when he passed through. Came home one day to Eddie asleep in the bed we usually shared and asked if Iâd been up to something.â
Wayne smiles fondly down at the bowl of eggs, buttermilk, lemon juice, and garlic heâd started mixing together as he spoke.
âTold him everything. Expected him to call it quits. He didnât sign up for raising a troubled kid, especially not one who may not be okay with what we had.â Wayne stops and looks up at Steve. âBut he just hugged me and said heâd follow my lead. Whatever was best for Ed was what was best for us. Ainât sure I could ever find a love like that again.â
Steve can feel tears trying to form in his eyes, but he manages to bite them back. Heâs pretty sure he knows where this is going, but he listens without interrupting.
âEd didnât take too well to him at first. Probably âcause he was in and out so much, didnât get time to bond with him like I did. Paul was patient. Always so patient with both of us.â Wayne shakes his head and looks down at the counter before he looks up smiling again. âEd came out to Paul first, ya know? When he was 13. Heâd gone on a short haul with him over the summer and when they came back, they were thick as thieves. Paul told me that night that Ed had told him he liked boys and it changed their entire relationship. I was Uncle Wayne, but Paul was like a dad to him. Definitely more than his own dad ever was.â
Wayne looked over to check that Eddie was still in the bedroom, distracted by his writing.
âPaul started taking short hauls instead of long ones. Only gone three or four days at a time instead of 14-20. Thought it was so he could be close to Ed, since weâd kinda become our own little family.â
Steve realizes heâs holding his breath when Wayne sniffs.
âHeâd gotten sick and didnât tell us. Started out thinkinâ it was pneumonia, but it got worse. Doctor thought it was heart problems, but it was everywhere. Leukemia. Untreatable by the time they figured it out.â
Steveâs wrapping his arms around Wayne before he even realizes heâs doing it, letting the tears fall as he thinks about how much pain Wayne and Eddie mustâve gone through to lose someone so important to them.
âEd was barely 14 when he passed. I think he took it harder than me.â
Steve canât even imagine. Wayne lost someone he loved, but Eddie lost a father figure after losing his real father to things he should never have had to compete with. And now Eddieâs father was really dead.
All he really has is Wayne.
âKid shaved his head in solidarity when Paul lost what little hair he had left,â Wayne huffs a wet laugh as they pull away from each other. âCouldnât believe it when I got home from work and they were both bald as cue balls. Thought theyâd lost it.â
Steve and Wayne are both laughing, and itâs probably going to draw Eddieâs attention, but he kinda hopes it does. He could use Eddieâs closeness right now. He needs to see that heâs okay, that this didnât completely destroy him, that he went on anyway.
But all Eddie does is yell at them to keep it down, which just makes them laugh harder.
âAnd you never dated anyone else?â Steve asks as Wayne starts putting his fishin the egg mixture. âNot even for fun?â
âNah. Once Paul was gone, I had to work more to pay the bills. What little time I had was spent with Ed. He was my priority, always.â
Steve wipes the tears from his cheeks as he watches Wayne drop the fish into the hot oil.
âWhat about now?â Eddie was busy with his own life now, and theyâd received enough money from the government to cover their new trailer and have plenty leftover to cover bills. Wayne was retired and had plenty of time to start dating again.
âI got lucky with Paul. It ainât fair to compare any future relationship to what we had and I think thatâs all Iâd do. Iâm happy the way things are for now.â
Steve drops it for now, but he makes a note to ask Eddie about it soon. Heâs surprised Eddie never mentioned Paul, or even the fact that Wayne was gay, especially when he came out to Steve and Robin while he was still in the hospital.
Wayne goes on to explain how long he keeps the fish in the oil before flipping them to make sure the cooking is even, and how putting them onto paper towels to cool drains too much of the grease.
As Steve watches him prep the salmon with a glaze he made from garlic, honey, and lemon juice, Eddie finally comes out of the bedroom.
âSmells like fish,â he says with a grin.
âThatâd be the fish.â Wayne doesnât even bother looking over at him as he leans against the counter. âSalmon is already a tender fish, so you can bake it to whatever you prefer. It should only take about 10 minutes on 400 unless you like it extra crispy, then you may wanna do it for 13 minutes.â
âChef Wayne teaching you everything you need to know?â Eddie asks Steve, stepping close enough for Steve to feel the heat coming from his body.
âHeâs pretty talented. Might need to consider opening a restaurant,â Steve teases.
âWait âtil you have his steak. So tender you could cut it with a spoon.â
âDonât know what youâre after with your compliments, but Iâd rather ya just ask for it.â Wayne checked the clock as he closed the oven door.
âI was just beinâ nice!â Eddie exclaims, throwing his arms up in frustration. Steve never noticed how Eddieâs accent changes the more time he spends around Wayne, but he smiles to himself when it slips now. âSee if I give ya a compliment again, old man.â
Steve watches as they banter back and forth some more, both of them smiling and laughing the entire time.
Itâs nothing like what Steve was used to. His parents never bantered, only fought. Anything that was big enough for discussion, was big enough to yell about. As Steve got older, he learned that staying quiet and letting them get it out would usually turn out better for him. Luckily, once he reached middle school, they didnât bother coming home enough for him to worry about what to do when they were arguing.
He doesnât remember a time when there was fun and laughter between them, not even when he was a young child. He can remember his mom dancing with him while his dad was gone on business trips, but the moment he arrived home, the air became thick with tension and her attitude became somber. He remembers one time when his dad let him sit on his desk while he worked, making paper airplanes and having a competition to see how far they could fly, but the moment the phone rang, he was hissing a âget outâ with no explanation for the abrupt stop to the fun.
Steve couldnât imagine talking to either of his parents the way Eddie talks to Wayne, but he also couldnât imagine receiving the love from them that Wayne so easily gives to Eddie.
And now that he knows another piece of their story, he can see how theyâve come to be like this, comfortable with each other in ways many kids never are with their parents.
Steveâs mind continues to wander throughout dinner, but no one calls him out on it. Maybe Wayne somehow communicated with Eddie that theyâd had a serious conversation. Maybe it was just obvious that Steve was far away from the table. Eddie and Wayne chattered as they ate, and Steve let the constant echoes of their voices be the background noise to his thoughts.
âStevie?â Eddieâs hand touched his cheek, shaking him out of the path he was lost on. âWayneâs gonna take a walk. You wanna go?â
Steve smiles up at Eddie before looking down at his plate. He barely remembers eating, but he only has a few small pieces of salmon left.
âSounds good.â
Eddie looks concerned, but Steve brushes him off. He looks around, and when he doesnât see Wayne in the room with them, turns his face so he can kiss Eddieâs palm.
âShould we grab the bug spray?â Steve asks as he stands, pushing in his chair and grabbing his plate off the table to wash it.
âWayneâs got it outside. Think he put enough on for all of us,â Eddie follows close behind Steve. âYou sure youâre okay?â
âYeah. Just thinking.â
âAbout?â
âA lot.â Steve brushes it off so they can join Wayne. âReady?â
Eddie nods and leads the way out of the cabin.
They ate an early dinner, so the sun is still high in the sky as they make their way down a trail that follows the lakeâs edge. Eddie occasionally gets distracted by colorful rocks, holding them up excitedly for Steve and Wayne to acknowledge.
Steve knows the love he has for Eddie is written all over his face.
He doesnât care to hide it.
Wayneâs quiet as they walk, occasionally pointing out a fish splashing in the distance or a heron standing in the water. He swats a mosquito away from Steveâs face, only for the mosquito to turn around and bite his hand. Eddieâs far too busy climbing over fallen limbs and branches of trees to notice what theyâre doing.
âYou boys should go for a swim when we get back. Waterâs cool.â Wayne makes the suggestion without looking at Steve, who suddenly feels like heâs being studied under a microscope.
âNot sure if Eddie even brought a swimsuit.â Steve laughs it off, hopes they can go back to silence or change the subject.
âIâm sure you boys could figure something out.â
Thankfully, the topic gets dropped and Steve is left wondering if Wayne knows.
Sure, he joked about Steve being in love with Eddie earlier, but that wasnât a confirmation that he knew they were together. He thought theyâd been careful today, but maybe Wayne caught them when they kissed by the truck when Eddie was grabbing his wallet from the glovebox.
He doesnât have time to think about it more because Eddie lets out a yelp and they can only watch as he falls on his ass into a muddy spot between two large rocks.
âI hate the outdoors,â he grumbles as he stands.
Wayne is laughing, but Steve is rushing over to make sure heâs okay.
âAre you hurt?â Steveâs hands are hovering over him, trying to figure out if he sees any blood. âDid you hit your head?â
âIâm fine, sweetheart,â Eddie replies quietly, holding his arms out as if trying to show proof. âMy dignity may be a bit bruised.â
Theyâre interrupted by the hooting of an owl. Itâs loud enough that Wayne shushes them and starts looking around at the trees surrounding them, trying to locate the creature.
It hoots again before Wayne locates it, pointing to a tree only ten feet away and to their right.
âWow.â Steve says as he gets a close look at it, the white and tan feathers blending into beautiful patterns. âItâs so small. I thought owls were bigger.â
Eddieâs looking up at it, smiling.
To Steveâs shock, heâs the one who responds, not Wayne.
âItâs a northern saw-whet owl. Theyâre closer to the size of a robin than an owl you may be thinking of.â Eddie reaches for Steveâs hand and squeezes it once before letting it drop. âPaul taught me about all kinds of owls.â
Steveâs head snaps towards him. âYou heard us this morning, didnât you?â
âYou werenât quiet,â Eddie shrugged. âI used to be obsessed with nocturnal animals. He bought me a book about bats and owls for Christmas and went through it page by page with me.â
âI remember that book,â Wayne looks at the owl while he talks. âPaul said it made him nervous to go out at night.â
Eddie laughs. âHe was convinced weâd get attacked.â
Steve canât blame him. The longer he looks at the owlâs impossibly large eyes and spread wings, the more he believes heâs being hunted.
âReady to head back?â Wayne asks after another minute, drawing his attention away.
âWish I had a camera like Byers. Probably could get a good picture.â Eddie says as he starts to walk back the way they came.
Steve takes note to ask Jonathan about his so he can get him one for Christmas.
When they make it back to the cabin, Wayne excuses himself to take a shower and do a crossword before bed, which leaves Steve and Eddie to fill their time however they want. Steve thinks back to Wayneâs suggestion about going for a swim, but heâs not sure Eddie would want to now that the sunâs almost set.
Heâs not even sure he wants to get into the lake after dark.
But it does sound appealing, especially with the layer of damp sweat coating his skin from their walk. And there is a light on the dock that would make it easier to at least see each other.
âWanna go for a swim?â Steve asks Eddie as he sips on a soda.
âNow?â Eddie looks out the window in the kitchen, frowning at the darkness looming.
âNow.â
âItâs dark.â
âWe can turn on the light at the dock. Câmon. Just a quick dip,â Steve nudges his shoulder as he starts walking to the back door, fully dressed.
âYouâre not gonna change?â Eddie asks in disbelief.
âDonât plan on wearing my clothes in.â Steve winks as he leaves, knowing Eddie will follow him even if heâs hesitant to do so.
Within seconds, the back door is closing and Eddie is on his heels.
âAre we seriously skinny dipping in the lake while my uncle is here?â Eddie hisses out, hand covering Steveâs forearm.
âIâm skinny dipping. You can do whatever you want,â Steve responds. âBut I wouldnât complain if you joined me.â
Eddie huffs beside him, but still follows him the rest of the way to the waterâs edge. The light has a covered power switch to their right, but now that theyâre in an open area by the water, they realize the moon is pretty bright.
Steve starts stripping off his shirt, then his shoes and socks. Eddie watches, probably trying to decide if heâs gonna join him or go back inside and pretend Steve isnât naked in the water. When Steve pulls his pants off, Eddie sighs and starts untying his boots.
âCanât believe you have me getting into another lake. Wasnât the first time enough?â Eddieâs grumbling loud enough for Steve to hear, but quiet enough that Steve only catches every couple of words and has to use context clues for the rest. He canât hold back a smile when he shoves his underwear down and leaves them on top of his pile of clothes.
Eddie is still grumbling as he removes his own clothes, enough that heâs distracting himself from realizing Steveâs already naked and waiting for him.
When he looks up, his eyes widen and his jaw drops open.
âYouâre gonna catch flies like that,â Steve steps closer as he speaks, feeling more nervous than he expected to. âProbably should get in so the mosquitos donât get us.â
âRight.â Eddie shakes his head, closing his eyes so he can focus. âYes. Letâs get in.â
Steve grabs his hand and walks them both to the water. The water is chilly, but not uncomfortably cold. He knows in the next few weeks, the temperature will drop enough at night to cause the lake to be freezing cold. But right now, itâs perfect.
Being here with Eddie is perfect.
Eddie breathes out slowly as they keep walking further in, squeezing Steveâs hand.
âAll good?â Steve asks when theyâre waist deep.
âYep. All good. How uhâŠhow far do you wanna go?â Eddieâs looking out at what little they can see of the lake, even with the moonlight glistening off the tiny waves of the lake.
âJust a little more.â
Steve doesnât take Eddieâs trust for granted here, knows that heâs asking a lot of him.
When the water is just below his collarbone, he stops.
Eddie is tense next to him, but doesnât seem to be panicking.
âOkay?â Steve asks.
Eddie looks around and then settles back on Steve. âIâm okay.â
Something about the way he says it makes Steve pause, though.
âYou can let it out if you need to, baby,â he offers. Heâs not sure what it is specifically that makes him think Eddieâs on the edge of tears, but he wants to give him the chance to cry. âIâm right here.â
Eddie doesnât sob, or cry, or do anything for a minute. Theyâre both looking out at the dark lake and the moon above, listening to crickets and a gentle breeze in the leaves of the trees nearby. Eddieâs breathing just stops for a few seconds and thatâs all the warning Steve gets before heâs sniffling and talking.
âMy dad was a piece of shit,â he starts. Steve is gonna follow his lead, and listen, and let Eddie tell him whatever he wants to. Even if thatâs all he says. âHe hated me. Pretty sure he hated my mom towards the end of her life, too. Anything that put attention on someone other than him was no good. Thatâs why he got involved with the closest thing Hawkins had to a mafia.â
Steve rubs his thumb against the side of Eddieâs hand under the water, prompting him to continue.
âHe ranked pretty high with them so he got plenty of attention. Forgot that he had a wife and a kid. When my mom died, he temporarily got more attention from everyone. Made sure he looked like the mourning husband trying to be strong for the son he barely knew. Even at four and five years old I knew he was full of shit. But at least he was taking me with him sometimes, showing me cool shit. He got arrested when I was seven for petty theft and possession of drugs. Got lucky that the judge believed his sob story of being the only one who could take care of me.â Eddie scoffed. âPaid a fine with money he stole and had to do 80 hours of community service that his boss signed off on after a few weeks. Didnât care that the only meals I ate were at school and the neighborâs house when she saw me alone for dinner. Didnât care that I never had school supplies or clothes that fit. Didnât care that I missed school anytime I missed the bus, which was often because he never gave me an alarm clock to set to get up in time.â
Steve wants to cry, hearing how shitty Eddieâs childhood was, but he refuses to right now. He doesnât want Eddie to stop talking.
âWhen I was nine, he taught me how to steal a car. I could barely see over the steering wheel, but it was the first time I made him proud.â Eddie clears his throat. âHe got sent to prison when I was 11. I got put in the system because everything is a mess and Wayne wasnât even listed as my uncle anywhere. Wayne heard about it all a few weeks later and didnât stop pushing to have me in his care until they gave in. Iâm surprised they put up so much of a fight considering they donât usually care that much about poor kids with shit parents. Wayne fought for me and I didnât even know how much he did until I was older.â
Steve glances over to see tears falling down Eddieâs face. He let go of Eddieâs hand to wrap his arm around his waist instead, pulling him against his side.
âHe didnât have to do that. He just knew what a piece of shit my dad was and apparently checked on me a few times a year without me or him knowing. And he told you about Paul.â Steve nods. âPaul was in and out a lot at first, made me suspicious. Thought he was up to no good and just using Wayne as a place to sleep when he wasnât in the truck. But then he took me with him a few times over the summer and we got closer. I donât think Wayne even knows how much that man loved him. He was gonna start working more local jobs sooner until I came into the picture and Wayne was struggling to keep up with bills. Long haul makes more money, so he stayed out. Made sure I had clothes and school supplies, made sure I ate three meals a day and had whatever snacks I wanted. Sent payments to the electric company before Wayne even got the bill so I never had to worry about sleeping through alarms or not being able to take a hot shower.â
Steve didnât realize he was crying until Eddie reached his thumb up to wipe away a tear.
âHe was my father in the ways that mattered to me, just like Wayne has been. Losing him was more painful than anything I feel about my dad dying now. All I feel now is guilt that I feel anything at all.â
Steve uses the arm wrapped around Eddieâs waist and the weightlessness the water allows to lift him up and guide his legs around his waist. Heâs looking up at the man he loves, holding the back of his thighs, and wishing he could take every shitty feeling away with his words of comfort.
âYou can feel however you feel. Iâll love you through it all,â Steve reassures him. Eddieâs breath catches at his words, and Steve knows he chose the right thing to say at the right time. âNo one who cares about you is gonna judge you for having any emotion about your dad dying. If you wanted to stand in the middle of a table in the cafeteria at the school and cheer, Iâd sit at the table and cheer you on. If you want to show up at his grave and scream and cry, Iâll hold your hand the whole time. So will Wayne. And so would Paul.â
Eddie sobs as he wraps his arms around Steveâs neck and hides his face against Steveâs neck. Steve can feel the wetness of his tears, can feel his own still falling into the water below. He doesnât care how long they stay like that, doesnât even care if this is all they do all night.
But only a few minutes later, Eddie is pulling back and looking down at Steve, hands playing with the wet ends of his hair.
âI didnât expect any of this this weekend,â he admits. âI should learn to stop having expectations.â
Steveâs lips turn up in a half-smile as Eddie rests his forehead against his. âBetter or worse than what you expected?â
Eddie snorts. âBetter. Always better with you.â
Steveâs glad itâs dark enough to hide his blush, but heâs sure Eddie knows what he does to him by now. If he doesnât, he will soon enough.
Eddie traces a line along Steveâs neck, gently poking at his moles as he watches his own movements. Steve holds him, lets him do what he wants, feels every touch like lightning.
âI love you,â he finally says, barely more than a whisper, like heâs unsure itâs okay, even after Steveâs confession. âI think I have for a while.â
Steve wants to kiss him, but this moment still feels like a part of Eddieâs monologue. He wants Eddie to lead now, to show him how to love him. Whatever he needs, Steve will give it willingly and gladly.
âHow long until Wayne comes to make sure we didnât drown?â Eddie asks.
âProbably not unless weâre still gone by morning.â
âAs lovely as being in your arms all night sounds, I donât know if Iâd wanna stay in the water that long,â Eddie laughs as his legs tighten around Steveâs waist. Their mostly soft cocks brush against each other, making them both inhale loudly. âA little longer might not be so bad, though.â
Steveâs finding it harder not to kiss him, not to let his hands wander from Eddieâs thighs, up to his waist, back to his ass. He resists, but Eddie shifts his weight again and everything gets harder.
âYouâre killing me.â Steve groans, letting his head fall back so he can look up at the stars in the sky instead of the ones in Eddieâs eyes.
âLook at me.â Eddieâs toneâs shifted to something serious, still adorned with an affection Steve canât believe he gets to hear. Steve looks at him with his lips parted and unblinking eyes. âI wanna be yours. Will you let me?â
Steve nods. Thatâs all he can do.
Eddieâs lips are against his, gently coaxing them apart further so he can slip his tongue inside. Steveâs not even thinking about how he hasnât brushed his teeth or eaten a mint since supper, the warmth of Eddieâs hands circling behind his back and rubbing his shoulders enough of a distraction even without his tongue gliding against the roof of his mouth.
Eddieâs hands are slow, but on a very clear path downwards as his tongue traces Steveâs bottom lip. Steve lets his own hands slip to Eddieâs lower back, lets a finger trace up and back down his spine.
Eddie shivers in his arms.
âCold?â Steve whispers.
Eddie shakes his head. âFeels good.â
So Steve does it again, with more pressure, hoping Eddie gets the hint.
When Eddieâs hips grind forward, he knows he did.
Theyâre both nearly fully hard now, lips meeting again, hungrier and biting. Their moans vibrate between their chests, every movement rippling the water around them.
Eddieâs rocking his hips back and forth, friction against their cocks not quite enough to do more than get them more worked up.
The water doesnât feel cool anymore, Steveâs body already adjusted to the temperature the moment Eddieâs hands were on him.
âCan I touch you?â Eddie asks, bringing Steve out of his thoughts about doing this in his pool when they got home. His hand is flat against Steveâs stomach, fingertips dragging through his happy trail.
âWant you to feel good too, love,â Steve trails one of his hands to Eddieâs front, stopping for a moment on the angry scars covering his side. âTogether?â
Eddie slides impossibly closer, wrapping his hand around both of their cocks at once. Steveâs legs wouldâve buckled without the help of the lake holding him up.
âTogether is good,â Eddie smirks as his hand works them both over, squeezing at the tip the way Steve likes.
Steve had every intention of helping, but heâs doing all he can to keep his feet on the sandy ground and Eddieâs legs wrapped around his waist. He whimpers as Eddie leans in to kiss him slowly, a contradiction to his hand speeding up around them.
âEddie, IâmâŠclose.â Steve pants against his lips when he pulls back for air. His toes are curling in the sand below, and the small waves around them are splashing against their necks as Eddieâs hand moves faster. Steveâs bucking up into his touch, doesnât care how desperate he seems.
âMe too, Stevie.â Eddie reassures him, just as breathless as Steve is.
Despite the words spoken and the increasing heat coiling in his belly, Steve gasps in surprise when he comes. Heâs even more surprised when Eddie is right behind him, whispering Steveâs name repeatedly as his grip around them tightens then loosens.
Chests heaving, legs shaking, they stare at each other in the glow of the moonlight.
âI normally last a lot longer,â Steve breaks the silence.
Eddie breaks into loud laughter, head falling onto Steveâs shoulder before he realizes that the water is too high to do that without getting wet. He drops his legs and stands, keeping his arms wrapped around Steveâs waist for stability.
âNew record for me, too, baby.â
âNext time, weâll take our time.â Steve promises not only Eddie, but himself. He knows he has better self control than what Eddie just witnessed.
âYou wanna head inside and take our time there?â Eddieâs smirking at him, fingers playfully teasing his sides under the water.
âNot sure I can be quiet enough.â
âEven if you bite a pillow?â Eddie pouts.
âI can be pretty loud,â Steve laughs, poking his bottom lip back to normal. âPlus, Iâd like to be in one of our own beds when we ma- have sex.â
âOh my god. Were you gonna say make love?â Eddie is squeezing his arms around him, lifting Steve up so most of his chest is out of the water. Steveâs hands rest against his shoulders, fingertips pruned from being in the water for a while.
âMaybe I was.â Steve knows heâs a sap. He doesnât care if Eddie thinks itâs silly or stupid, but he does wanna avoid blowing this before it even has a chance to begin.
Eddie must see something in his eyes to keep him from pushing it more. He lets him back down slowly, soft smile on his face.
âI love that you care that much.â Eddie kisses the corner of Steveâs mouth. âI promise weâll hold off on making love until weâre back home.â
Steve smiles shyly back at him.
âBut I wouldnât be opposed to getting my mouth on you after we shower.â
Steve smacks Eddieâs arm and rolls his eyes.
âYouâre ridiculous. I love you.â
âYou really do, donât you?â Eddie sounds awestruck, like itâs suddenly hit him that this is happening, that Steve feels this much for him.
âI really do.â
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Waking up in Steveâs arms for the second morning in a row felt too good to be true.
Most of this trip had felt too good to be true. Last night definitely felt like a dream.
He lets his eyes track over Steveâs bare chest, his neck, his lips pouting out as he sleeps. His eyelids are fluttering, but heâs still asleep, probably coming out of a dream.
Eddieâs fingers trace whatâs left of the scar around his neck, touch light enough that Steve wouldnât feel it in his sleep. He thinks about Steveâs bravery, how he dived head first into everything, be it protecting people from monsters or falling in love. Eddie knows Steve went without medical care after most run-ins in the Upside Down, and had only gotten some last time when Wayne insisted he do so while Eddie was in surgery.
The neck scars faded after they were patched up by a nurse, but many of his other wounds were deeper and infected, leaving a permanent reminder on his back and sides much like Eddieâs.
He traced along the outer lines of one of the scars shaped like a heart on his chest. Steve insisted it was just a weird oval, but Eddie insisted that it was a heart over his heart.
His chest hair has grown back in around it, nearly covering it up if you didnât look close enough.
Eddie is close enough now.
Itâs definitely a heart.
âNot sure how I feel about you staring at my chest that close,â Steveâs raspy voice fills his ear and he looks up to see Steveâs sleepy eyes looking at him. âMax at least had the decency to look from a distance.â
âHa.â Eddie fake laughs. âI was just admiring your bountiful chest hair and the heart you wear on your sleeve.â
âItâs not a heart,â Steve groans as he covers Eddieâs head with his arms, pulling him on top of him. âYouâre just blinded by love.â
âWho knew Iâd be the optimist in this relationship?â Eddie breathes against Steveâs lips.
âProbably everyone whoâs ever seen me in a relationship.â Steve kisses him quick, just a peck. âLet me up.â
âYouâre the one who put me here.â Eddie doesnât move. âTake me with you if you need to go so badly.â
âEds, câmon. I gotta brush my teeth.â
âSo do I.â
Steve sighs. Eddie smiles.
âFine.â
As Steve stands from the bed, Eddie wraps his legs around his waist, a mirror image to their time in the lake. Eddieâs not actually expecting Steve to carry him more than a few steps, but he blushes when he makes it all the way to the bedroom door.
âStill wanna come with me?â Steve raises his eyebrows like he knows Eddie didnât expect him to take it this far.
âCan you seriously carry me down the hall?â
Steve stares blankly back at him. âI carried you for almost a mile when we got out of the Upside Down.â
âTouchĂ©.â
Steve manages to open the door with one hand before it goes back to Eddieâs leg, hoisting him up further so he has a better grip. Eddie just stares down at Steveâs face in amazement.
âHey Wayne,â Steve says as they pass Wayneâs room. âSleep okay?â
âUh huh. There a reason youâre carrying the prince?â Wayne asks, causing Eddie to turn his head and scowl. âWake up grumpy?â
âWoke up lazy.â Steve responded as he continued on the journey to the bathroom.
Once there, Steve set Eddie down on the floor and handed him his toothbrush. They brush their teeth together, smiling when they catch each other's eye in the mirror.
âWill you kiss me for real now?â Eddie asks after theyâve finished.
âAre you gonna walk to the kitchen by yourself or will I have to carry you?â Steve retorts.
âYour kiss will give me the power to make it.â
Steve snorts a laugh and leans in, his palm resting against Eddieâs jaw to pull him the last inch or so. The kiss is nothing like their back and forth. Steve consumes him, and Eddie lets him.
He doesnât know how long they stand there, but he thinks it must be longer than they should.
Wayne clears his throat from the doorway. âDidnât realize this was a part of brushinâ teeth these days.â
Eddie leaps away from Steve, panicked at the thought of Wayne knowing suddenly. Heâs been out to Wayne for so long, he forgets that others probably arenât comfortable being so open. Steve especially, whoâs mentioned before that he wasnât sure if he wanted to come out to everyone until he was sure theyâd be okay with it.
âRelax, Ed. I clocked Steve months ago.â Wayne pushes past them to grab his toothbrush and toothpaste. âMove your relations outta here.â
âRelations?â Eddie gags. âWay to ruin the moment.â
âSorry to ruin your delicate sensibilities. Get out.â
Steve pushes Eddie out of the small bathroom before he can respond. Eddie decides to focus on Steveâs hands on him instead of arguing further.
âShould we make breakfast?â Steve asks as they walk back to the bedroom to get dressed.
âI shouldnât ever touch an oven, but Iâll watch you lovingly while you make breakfast, darling,â Eddie bats his eyelashes at Steve, who throws his shirt at him. âThatâs not very nice. Did I not, and I quote, suck the soul-â
Steveâs hand covers his mouth while he sputters to cover Eddieâs voice from traveling out of the room.
âJesus, the mouth on you.â
âThatâs what you said last night.â Eddieâs words are muffled under Steveâs hand, but they both laugh. âI can make toast.â
âIâll make the rest.â
Eddie spends the morning touching Steve as much as possible.
He spends the afternoon sneaking kisses and holding him in the hammock set up on the porch thanks to Wayneâs creativity.
He spends the evening watching Wayne and Steve fish while he drinks a beer and hands them whatever they need.
This is a peace that may only last until they leave tomorrow, but something tells him that this is only the beginning of a future Eddie never couldâve pictured for himself.
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five years later
Wayne slams the truck door a bit harder than he means to. The rain just started coming down harder and he wanted to get his bag in the cabin before it got worse.
When he enters the front door, the scent of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air and he smiles.
âMade it, boys!â He yells, though heâs pretty sure speaking at a normal volume wouldâve been enough. The cabin hasnât changed much, but Steve insisted on opening up the front portion so it felt more welcoming.
âWayne!â Steve exclaims as he pops up from behind the counter of the kitchen. âYou just missed Eddie. He went out to the trail.â
Wayne gives Steve a tight hug. At Steveâs frown, he laughs. âSorry âbout the wet clothes. Started raining the last couple miles in and got heavier just as I was leavinâ the truck.â
âOh no.â Steve groaned.
Just as he spoke, the back door slammed open and Eddie dropped his camera bag on the floor.
Wayne and Steve both took in the sight of him, drenched from head to toe, dripping onto the tile floor, and laughed.
âI hate the outdoors.â
âYouâre a nature photographer. You hate the rain.â Steve walks over to him, still laughing under his breath. He picks up the bag before leaning in to kiss his cheek.
Wayne watches the exchange, fighting tears back at the reason he was invited to their cabin this weekend.
Eddie was proposing to Steve and wanted Wayne to be there to capture it with his camera. He didnât care that Wayne was an old man who could barely operate a camera, he just wanted someone to do it.
He knew Eddie was also a little nervous and having Wayne there would help keep him calm.
Why he was nervous, Wayne didnât know.
They couldnât legally get married, but they might as well be anyway.
âWayne!â Eddie bounces over to him and throws his arms around him, forgetting for a moment that heâs soaked. âYouâre here!â
âIâm here. Iâd like to be less wet, though.â
Eddie backs up and Wayne pats his shoulder.
âBoth of you should go get changed. Dinnerâs ready in ten minutes.â Steve interrupts on his way to put Eddieâs camera bag in their room.
âYes, dear,â Eddie replies. Steve turns and glares for a moment before continuing on his way. Once heâs out of sight, Eddie sighs. âGod, I love that man.â
âThatâs why Iâm here, ainât it?â Wayne playfully shoves at Eddieâs arm. âWe better listen to him. Iâm starvinâ and I think heâd make us fend for ourselves if we show up at the table dripping wet.â
As Wayne changes, he can hear Steve laughing in their room, Eddie talking about something he saw outside in the usual dramatic way he spoke. He thinks back to the first time he brought his boys here together, how hushed they tried to be, how hesitant.
He looked over at a photo Eddie framed for this room so Wayne had something when he came to stay.
Paul was smiling at the camera, arm wrapped around Eddieâs shoulders, Wayne looking at both of them with a smile. He remembers laughing right after the picture was taken, and giving in and buying them both cotton candy. They insisted it wouldnât make them sick, then proceeded to both rush to the nearest garbage can after they got off the Gravitron at the fair.
âWayne! Steveâs bullying me!â Eddie yells.
âYou probably deserve it!â He yells back.
âUnbelievable!â Eddie screams.
âHa!â Steve yells.
Wayne shakes his head as he makes his way out to the chaos he chose to be a part of this weekend.
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"HIS GIRL" E. geto suguru
prt 2. series masterlist
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After his friends find out he managed to fuck one of the hardest girls to lay, they pester him about the details
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E. running from the d, oral sex (f!), mirror sex, telling his friends about it, being caught after the act, music in the background, blue lights, affirmations, multiple orgasms, multiple rounds
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ââââ The pungent and chaotic mix of smells ranged from the sharp tangy smell of alcohol to the different fizzy suspended gas particles in the air from the canned drinks not to forget the butter and cheese from the snacks.
Not even the artificial scents from the candles and air freshers could bring Geto back to reality. If not even the sound of general men's gossip or talk of sports could bring Geto's mind back to the present, how much more scents?
"But she'd be at least top 10 not even making it to top three, but ya' know who'd make it to top three?" The boy with eyes that reflect that of the LED strip of the controller postulates. "[Name]! I just know she'd be a freak"
With the mention of one girl, everybody including Suguru's attention was seized.
"Didn't she reject you the whole night at the last party we threw?" Toji laughed, still trying to focus on the game, but his ear was in the conversation his friends were having.
"Wait- I'm even confused wasn't that the girl Geto fucked?" Choso questioned and every head swiveled towards him. Some eyes filled with confusion and disbelief but one particular pair carried heavy censure to the boy.
This is why he didnât like to come to these types of hangouts, there was always confusion and something bound to erupt. How was he supposed to know the very obvious truth was a secret? These boys act as if they haven't seen them flirt in the hallway.
"I'm... going upstairs. " He scratched his head and walked upstairs, muttering his words. Nanami followed suit because he knew he wouldn't be able to stand the bullshit these boys would start spewing as if a living person belonged to anybody.
Eyes averted from Choso's leaving figure to Getouâs cringing face. He had just come back from his daydream of her warmth, just to be confronted. He had wished to keep their moment special, not necessarily a secret but a special moment between the both of them.
"How is that even possible? I thought she was impossible to lay?" Toji voiced the same thought running through everyone's mind.
He stayed silent not wanting to respond, it didn't even seem like he needed to with how quickly Gojo butted in. Suguru was worried that this would cause some turmoil in their friendship as he knew Satoru had a lust for her and a superiority complex.
But his was much larger, it was way more than just lust. He felt affection towards her, genuine attraction. He expected Satoru to patronise him for it.
"Fuck the fact you got her first- I wanna know, how was it?" He said which shocked most in the room but also intrigued them.
"That guy from her old school who said he fucked her said she's like a starfish." chortled the pink-haired spawn of Satan, Sukuna. Erupting a loud laugh from Toji the room filled with their cackles
Gojo rolled his eyes almost offended that they believed that such a prize like you would actually fuck that nerd using your name for clout. "Be realistic, that dipshit didn't fuck her." He stood up for you.
"Or you mad that he fucked her but you still haven't." retorted Sukuna again earning a guffaw of laughter from Toji. But Toji saw the unamusement in Gojo's eyes and decided to end the matter before it escalated into a fight.
"It's just jokes, jokes. Calm down." He says holding back the chuckles. "But let Geto talk, how ya' had her?"
Geto wanting there to be a fight or distraction so he didn't have to share sighed. He figured one of them would get a remark out of her if he didn't give his own. And he'd rather not have Sukuna and Toji harassing her for his sex life.
"Fuck- I ain't even gonna lie, it was amazing." He started
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His length tirelessly digging inside you the pleasure was immense. You wanted to tell him to stop so bad but at the same time, you wanted him to keep going.
You grabbed his hand that squeezed your ass. "getou- I can't take it." You whined. He began to go slow giving you the breath you need but still making sure the existence of pleasure was there.
He leaned down, pulling your head up with his palm. You felt his hot breath on your ear sending electric shivers through your nerves "you want me to stop, babe?" He husks. You immediately shake your head an aggressive 'no'. Like hell, you wanted all this pleasure to stop.
"please- don't stop." You managed to voice out after unintentionally saying it in your head thrice. "faster, nghh please." you begged.
He laid a gentle kiss on your forehead. A warning of what was to come. He picked up the pace more than before he went deeper, his cock slamming inside grazing your g-stop on the way to the highest point and out. His balls slapping against your clit, his hands moving your ass front and back in to match his rhythm, it made you cry out.
You could barely hear skin slapping over your moans, instinctively you leaned forward reaching to the bed. His hands catching yours and locking them in back you still found a way to lean down onto the bed.
From there you made your trek to the edge of the bed.
Your first try he caught you. "Come here." A simple command any five-year-old could understand. He pulled you back towards him, slamming himself into you.
But you persisted. You tried again this time trying to wiggle your hand out of the lock he had on you. You managed to get hands free but he pulled you back by your waist. "Where you going?"
"Here." He placed his arm in front of you and you knew just what to do with it. You focused your mind and power on biting into his hand to distract you. His other hand dug deep into the roots of your hair and raised your head also raising his arm to ensure you look forward.
"See how good you're taking me... you see fuck- you're so beautiful..." He says those words but he's smashing into you like he hates you.
The dirty talk more like praise and arm biting worked a bit just enough for you two to release. He allowed you to catch your breath and come down from your high. He flipped you over and landed soft kisses all over your chest and torso.
He couldn't stay so vanilla for long as his mouth latched onto one of your nipple and began to play with it in his mouth, from sucking to swirling the hard in his mouth with his tongue.
He wasn't negligent to your other tit too. His hand satisfied it just enough eventually he got greedy and needed a taste for both of them.
Squishing and massaging both breasts together and sucking them at the same time. He loved how it made your back arch but he needed more, something to pry more sounds and taste from you.
His eyes drift the to puffy lips below. He inspected it placing a finger in between the slit and it made you moan and flinch.
You both looked at each other like you he just found your tickle spot. The look you gave him told him 'don't you dare.' but his look said 'I'm gonna'
"What's wrong still a bit sensitive?" His hand raises above your slit, his thumb landing on your clit rubbing circles making you cry out. "But you'd let me get a taste right? Let daddy get a taste..."
He dragged you on the edge and spat on it as lube even tho there was already enough of your cum on your lips, he stuck two fingers in to test how tight you were.
Being as tight as you always were you clenched down on his digits and arched your back closing your legs which he immediately pried open
"Come on, you'd let me taste won't you?" As he said that his head was already so close to your opening.
He thumb on your clit but quickly replaced them with his tongue. He did everything to leak juices out of you from playing with his tongue to sucking it worked.
Your hands basically shampooing his hair with the way you're running your hands through them. Removing all the knots in his hair.
Don't you love when I come around?
Your playlist. You tried to focus on the music playing, it was slower than the original but it was enough to keep up.
His tongue slicked up your folds causing the final lining of restraint to tear down
You immediately released all over you couldn't even have stopped it if you wanted to.
By such a simple act? No, it wasn't just an act. A lot went into that single actionso much clit abuse went into that single sensation
Enough for him to taste you. His greedy mouth eating it all up like he hadn't eaten in days. His thumb rubbed circles on your clit trying to get everything out of you by your arches and heaves.
After he had cleaned you dry that moment of eye contact... nothing more needed to be said your lips connected.
It was a rhythm, a dance. First, your lower lip in between his lips. They would connect feeling each other sucking on them. A pull-a-part then switch of positions, your lips sandwiching his lower lip his head a new angle every time.
A pull away then tongue grazing over the lips intertwined tips and pull away then repeat.
It was like an intermission a moment of rest for your hole to be penetrative again and his dick reloaded with sperm. You both felt when you were ready again and gave a knowing look.
"How about this time, you keep looking at yourself... maybe if you see what is see you know why I want to be with you."
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You were long asleep but Geto still wanted to stay with you a little longer. 'Just a little' he promised himself.' You just felt so warm on his bare skin, and your sleeping figure so vulnerable, who would protect you?
In everything I feel my brain's like na
It's not real, it's not real
But it feels real
Your playlist still played, your phone at his side still repeating faintly the soft sound of the last video played. He still can't believe that after he had moved up and down carrying you from the shower and getting water for you because he believed your legs would hurt.
You had enough energy to grab your phone that was downstairs charging so discretely but when he asked you to simply hand him the empty glass beside you; "Aw, 'guru... my legs hurt."
A simple smile crept on his face. That's why he wants you. And nobody else.
He finally gained the self-control to leave but only after falling asleep, waking up, preparing breakfast for you and leaving a note.
He slid on his clothes and climbed out the window, his mind too busy overthinking if you were okay he didn't even look where he landed
"Shit- the fuck?" A voice vexed barely dodging the man suddenly falling out of the sky
As soon as the man on the floor's eyes adjusted, he couldn't believe them.
"Geto?" He turned hearing his name, he recognised the man on the street.
"Choso? What the hell you doing here?" He questioned him. He abruptly got up dusting himself off.
"Walking my dog! I live around here! What are you doing jumping off roofs." He bit back. Geto didn't respond, Choso's mind wandered what would he doing in this area nobody from school stays here except-
He looked at the house stopped in front of and looked back at Geto, who was already looking at him. The look in both their eyes held a whole conversation.
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composer: rezitio ©, artist: Geto suguru, producer: tumblr âą
I got more than 15 stories in my drafts, (not tumblr) two on Kenji sato, more than 10 on jjk men and 2 on characters from Baki
*can't finish what I started sigh*
It was originally based on the song Lemme jump in but then it released and I realised it was different than the full song I only heard the "Come here." And knoew I had to write smth on it bcuz đ€ the voicee
The next thing I post will most likely be kenji sato twitter link
bye loves x
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Lyin' Eyes (Eagles)
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#im proud of this one#the first song is quite trans#the second one is a recent one i found and liked#the third one is hilarious lol is regional mexican music and one ppl don't usually associate with me bc im picky with their lyrics#fourth one is because that song and episode make me insane. changed my brain chemistry fr fr and i met finn thanks to it#not the song. the show. but i haven't taken the 'Dream' out of his contact name#5th one is one of my fav ones from that band and im 'the annoying one' who puts their songs after certain hour at parties lol#and a neighbor had the song playing loudly at 11am on a sunday so yeah it's fresh on my memory lol#6th one starts playing. me *proceeds to lay down and cry*#okay but rael introduced me to that specific song and it's also a special one for me#7th because of course i could not NOT add a coldplay song. do you know who am i without them??#and violet hill is just one of those that are SO good i need that on my veins and experience it live#the 8th one is one alen shared on a witcher playlist and the music is EXACTLY what i love of a specific genre and its just y e s#9th goes so fucking hard and the video is insane i love kard so much im still sad i haven't seen them live#even when the've come SO MUCH to my country lmao but oh well. their music is just so - lemme dance#10th is just bc i really like bts and they helped me bond with so many ppl and THAT song is SO fun. i almost learned the whole choreo#LISTEN DAY6 WAS AHEAD OF EVERYONE WITH 11TH - they got this 80's/90's song back mid 2019 before the 'retro wave' in kpop#or the one that we got kind of recently. day6 was OUT THERE with that banger. ah. it always lifts my mood :')#12th is just because it's a MASTERPIECE of a song. im obsessed with it. it's my most played song on the last ff rythm game#the fucking winds. the oboe. the chorus. complete musical ascension experience#and i already forgot the lyrics to 13th lmao but it reminds me of late middleschool and early highschool parties where FOR SOME REASON#we were listening to it and just repeating the name and dancing to it lmao no idea what happened there but yeah. nostalgia#take this as both an unsolicited lore dump AND me wanting to see what u all listen to or pick#gaal talks#tag game#i had a tag for these things but it's been so long i forgot it ngl#me#personal#??? kind of#in the tags
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Here's my piece for the @mcspirkevents Big Bang! I was paired with the excellent @twinkboimler and their fic Jim Kirk's Guide to Delivering the Goods, which you can find here (E, AOS McSpirk, 60k)
Summer just started, and Jim is bored out of his mind. The courses he needs to take arenât being offered until the second half of the summer, so he has an entire month to bother his roommate Bones. At Bonesâ suggestion to get a job, Jim fixes up a motorbike and starts making deliveries to people in town, including a cute Vulcan professor named Spock. But when Jim is beaten up while making a delivery, itâs Spock who delivers Jim back to the apartment he shares with Bones. After the meet-cute from hell, Spock and Bones start dating⊠and so do Jim and Spock. With neither roommate aware theyâre both dating the same man, thereâs only so long that things can go well for them before the other shoe finally drops.
Also as part of my Big Bang offerings, I made a fic playlist (below) â partly a love letter to McSpirk, partly a love letter to myself and Fletcher's overlapping music taste.
Thank you again to Fletcher @twinkboimler for working on this project with me, it's been an absolute joy!
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Until the Birds Return on Spotify
Tracks and choice lyrics below the cut (contains vague spoilers):
Astronaut | Future Crib
I wanna be an astronaut Fly into space I wanna see Mars from Venus I wanna go to that place And if you come with me They'll be room in my ship I'll take you up there with me It can be just you and me
Afraid of Heights | boygenius
I never rode a motorcycle I never smoked a cigarette I wanna live a vibrant life But I wanna die a boring death
Day by Day | Old Sea Brigade
Time and time again, I think I'm falling through space And I wake up in my bed just sweating in sheets
... Then I think of you growing old and it breaks my heart
Factories | Autoheart
When you found my body by the lake You wasn't sure if I was still alive
You and Your Friend | Snake River Conspiracy
Must we go run through our lives with our eyes closed To the loving happiness that we can share I think I'm in love with you and your friend
My Gal, My Guy | Darlingside
My (guy) he's the bluest ocean, (he) Waits under the bluest sky for me I belong to (him) When I'm in the water
Santa Fe | Autoheart
Heaven sent You were like a present I should not have kept A sticker on your forehead saying 'breakable And I broke you bad
Coat on a Hook | The National
Two days, we're still not talking You're the opposite of an open book Come back for me
Top to Toe | Fenne Lily
So I'm changing all my days To make your nights It's just not right
Pigeon Song | Patrick Wolf
Now the pigeons gather 'round my feeding hand And we talk 'til the evening fades I have learnt how it goes What you wait for never shows And what you least wanted, holds you down like a stone
Hornets | The National
But I don't wanna leave And I don't wanna hide I just don't wanna run Into you tonight
Tea, Milk & Honey | Oh Pep!
If you stick with me, I'll make sure your time is all right If you don't understand where I am now, it's better if we leave it
The Spiritual | Jukebox the Ghost
We might have kissed a bit too soon I could feel what was coming and I didn't mean to hurry you I just knew that time would find our fingers linked, through and through Forgive me, I'm human too
Bike Dream | Rostam
Two boys, one to kiss your neck And one to bring you breakfast Get you out of bed
Don't Go | Yazoo
Can't stop now Don't you know I ain't never gonna let you go
Jenny | The Mountain Goats
I hopped on back of the bike, wrapped my arms around you I sank my face into your hair And then I inhaled as deeply as I possibly could You were sweet and delicious as the warm desert air And you pointed your headlamp toward the horizon We were the one thing in the galaxy God didn't have his eyes on 900 cc's of raw whining power, no outstanding warrants for my arrest
Old Old Fashioned | Josh Ritter (Frightened Rabbit cover)
Oh let's get old fashioned Back to how things used to be If I get old, old fashioned Would you get old, old fashioned with me?
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BURNOUT
musician!Se-mi x fem!reader
TW: smoking
The ballpoint pen went flying against the wall, Se-mi groaned in annoyance before letting her back fall against the chairâŠsheâd been trying to write music lyrics for practically the entire day, yet it seems the muses had started a riot against her because everytime her eyes glanced at the blank piece of paper her brain turned into red jelly.
Perhaps she wasnât cut out for this
But if not this then what else? Music was her life- well you were her life too but that was different, the bin by her desk was practically overflowing with torn pages by now, god why wasnât anything coming to her?!
Today- when she decided to dedicate the day to her lyricism, of course everything had to go to shit. Se-mi got up from the chair, her movements lazy, like her muscles were glued together creating a sticky uncomfortable feeling. Looking out the window in the kitchen she sighed once again, before reaching for a half empty box of Marlboro cigarettes, opting to relax a tiny bit with the tobacco instead of having another tantrum that included abusing her poor pen.
She watched the smoke moving as elegantly as a dancer, from her mouth to outside the windowâŠmingling with the purple-y setting skyline.
Just then the sound of the front door being opened echoed through the flat, the very familiar harmony of your silly key chains ringing through her ears, Se-mi put out the cigarette before heading to seek you out, your bodies meeting right in the kitchen doorway, she smiled as she saw you- finally one good thing about her day.
âHey, sweetheartâ the brunette purred against your lips, you chuckled at the affection, your lips finally meeting in a sweet home-welcoming kiss.
âHey, I missed youâ you replied, before placing your bag down on the kitchen table. âLong dayâŠgod Iâm so tiredâ to further showcase your fatigue you playfully fanned yourself with your handâŠSe-mi chuckled, a very quite sound, before she sat down on the other chair. You could see something was bothering her, Se-mi your oh so energetic girlfriend that loved to joke around was suddenly like a snail hidden inside itâs shell.
âSe-mi?â You leaned in closer, your eyes going to her face, clear worry evident in your tone âIs everything alright?â
She glanced at you, before moving her gaze onto her hands, it was no use to lie, maybe a little confession about her feelings would help her feel more at ease.
âItâs just- these goddamn lyricsâŠâ Se-mi started âIâve been trying to write all day, but everytime I try and think of at least ONE line then itâs like I forgot how to write!â
And so she kept on going, by the time she finished sharing her failed attempts she felt more lighter, physically and emotionally. Maybe a minute of silence stretched out before the two of you, like some indicator getting rid of all the negative energy Se-mi had just thrown out of herself. âSe-miâŠyou know itâs fine to have days like this? I mean, I know how frustrating it is, but some burnout isnât bad for you, you write amazing, beautiful, fucking soul haunting lyricsâŠI think you just have to let your mind rest a littleâ you assured your girlfriend, who was now looking you straight in the eyes, âI guess youâre rightâŠthanks babeâ Se-mi smiled lethargically.
âHow about we cuddle? Let me just change out of these clothes, I must reek of office grimeâ you grinned, âYeahâŠIâll be waiting for yaâ she agreed before moving into the living room.
âItâs beautiful isnât it?â The brunette looked up at you as you began to speak, she was contentedly laying atop you, your arms wrapped around her waist, ah yes- you were talking about the sunsetâŠit was beautiful, she loved all the gradient hues but as of now she wasnât interested in looking out the window, her gaze stuck on you, âYouâre more beautifulâ the girl murmured against your neck, you giggled âThatâs so cheesyâŠdonât stopâ, a light kiss was pressed onto your skin, then another one, and another and another and anotherâŠthe intensity growing with each one, âI wonât stop, I donât even want to do donât worry about that!â she smiled and you ruffled her hair
âI love you, you dummy.â
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dating 90s/00s eminem âŠ
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kim and hailie donât exist in this universe
start and development of relationship
i definitely imagine him to take notice of you at one of the underground rap battles roughly 1992/1993
your friend who was interested in going dragged you along one night cause they were really into rap and hip hop
and there you saw him! the one and only marshall marthers destroying every opponent that stood before him
after the battles came to an end you were already attracted to him and tried to get to him to talk to him
hereâs how i think it would go:
âhey, i just wanted to tell you that you absolutely killed it on stage. itâs my first time here so i lack certain knowledge but i know enough to know that you have an incredible talentâ
âthank you. your first time? whatâs your name?â
ây/nâ
âeminem. marshall mathersâ
i imagine you to awkwardly shake hands. like i know youâre in the detroit underground scene but neither of you knew how to proceed
âi hope this wonât be a shot in the dark but can i give you my number?â your mind literally racing
âsure, iâll give you a call if iâm interestedâ
THIS MAN TURNS AROUND AND DIALS YOUR NUMBER AND LETS YOU ANSWER!! turning around with a smirk and just straight up low key flirting with you
he was embarrassed to bring you to his home but you eventually just showed up one day cause he wasnât returning callsâyou reassured him that you didnât care and let slip that you loved him no matter what
marshall was definitely a bit overwhelmed at first and took him like a minute to snap out of his trance because it was most likely the first time he truly felt loved, appreciated and cared for
you supported him and his music until he was eventually signed
everyone was confused why you stayed with a man who wrote violent lyrics especially about his wife so you had to explain over and over again that the wife was fictional
and everyone that truly knew marshall knew that he would never lay a hand on you. he would rather d!e than hurt you
three years after you meet you become pregnant and were scared he was going to leave (news flash he didnât)
he reassured you that if you wanted to keep the baby that you two would figure it out and that he would and could never ever leave your side
you married quick and definitely rushed it but it proved to be the best decision you made including keeping the baby
this lead to the birth of your beautiful daughterâfor some reason the name romy jane wonât leave my mind so iâll just leave it at that
anyway you blink and stardom surrounds marshall
a few hiccups occurred during the relationship but nothing major and you always managed to talk things trough
what the relationship would include
his hand would alway be on your waist! no matter if youâre on his lap, standing next to him or whatever, his hand will be at its rightful place
i believe he prefers cheek and jaw kisses. he loves a good forehead kiss and hand kiss when heâs emotional and talking to you about certain struggles
speaking of struggles; he would always and i mean always put on his strong persona for you but sometimes his walls would crumble and would cry into your shoulder holding you so tight like youâre about to slip from his grasp
you would make appearances in a few music videos
he would also prefer to be in the studio alone but brings you along when all demos are done to get your opinion because he values it a lot (low key more than dres)
of course you would be his main inspiration for a lot of songs, also you daughter, because he admires both of you so much
marshall is 100% a very jealous and possessive man. not overbearing but maybe a little more intense than the average man? he trusts you fully but not others. he doesnât forbid you of anything but will always say and do stuff to let others know that youâre off limits
i imagine after you got married he got a tattoo of your face or name on his chest like right over his heart
likes holding hands in public and an occasional kiss but nothing more. he prefers his affection to be reserved for only you and not the world
ONLY refers to you as âmy girlâ. when heâs with friends heâd say stuff like âyo, where is my girl?â. and others would also refer to you as âhis girlâ. at one point you just got the nickname âslimâs girlâ or âshadyâs girlâ depending on which you prefer
tries to keep you away from hollywood and only goes for recordings, shows etc. when heâs done you both leave for detroit to lead a somewhat quiet life
definitely will buy you a lot of gifts. sometimes expensive or cheap; something that reminds him of you or something he knows you want. he just feels like showering you with gifts. his love language is giving gifts or acts of service. he will watch your favourite show just because you like it
em will always thank you in his speeches!! something along the lines of âfirst of all thank you to dr. dre and my two beautiful girls who i love with my entire heart. you two are my world, i love you!â
but like you donât understand he will always thank you. he could win a life time supply of soap and he would say your name with prideâŠheâs just so grateful to have you and to be able to call you family
would hold your bag/bags for you. marshall gives you princess treatment without realising bc he genuinely wants to do it. he will snatch those bags out of your hands before you can protest
when other artists or people take your name or your daughterâs name into their mouths with negative connotations you best believe em will rip them apart, so most people will never attack you or romy bc itâs a death sentence
people can call him lame, bad rapper, ugly, whatever they feel like but as soon as anyone mentions a hair on you or romyâs bodiesâŠitâs over. careers are shreddedâŠyou love it though
if you are a girl who likes to get her nails done this is for you; at first you started asking him to choose a design and colour and at first he was confused but he learned to love it especially when you scratched his head or your hands around his yknow whatâŠhe even once tried to design some and you got it done
the sex is a mix of mildy rough and vanilla. sometimes you both need something a little more âagressiveâ but he also needs a calm session. i see it kind as a light switch: itâs either rough or vanilla, occasionally you mix it but it turns out one way or another
also the man is a sucker (pun) for head. like he loves your mouth on him. i genuinely believes itâs in his top 2 favourite sexual activities (donât deny it iâm right)
extra: if you love marshall right and you two work, it will be both of yours best love, but if things donât work they can quickly turn into a relationship from hell
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