#have a shitty open starter

[arsoneds]

♡ open to: anyone 21+, inspo here.

" come in my office ... let me wash the blood off. "

[someotherdog]

character: sonny open: m/f/nb plot: sonny is a surly bartender in a small, dusty town in the arizona desert. like any other night, he's working at the bar when your muse comes in. your muse can be any connection (strangers, friends, enemies, etc) as long as it's nothing t*boo or familial.

it was too early in the evening for sonny to be so apathetic with his customers, but the regulars had become used to his terrible customer service. perhaps it was the twang of loretta lynn’s tinny voice from the jukebox in the corner or the worn-in seats up against the bar and the tables already filled up with its usual suspects, but the dour attitude of sonny only increased tenfold over the past few hours since he woke up for work. dropping the dishrag loudly against the bar, he looked to the customer that just sat down, “what’ll it be?” he regarded them suspiciously and spoke before they could answer, “and i’m not getting out the blender, so pick something on tap.”

[exquisitexagony]

@gollldrush sent “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night

Sami glanced up from where he was sitting, startling slightly at Leo's sudden approach since he hadn't heard her coming initially. A soft smile, trying to hide the fact that she'd spooked him. He didn't want her to feel bad. He was just feeling a little jumpy, a little sensitive.

"Huh? Uh...Oh, yeah..." he hummed quietly before turning away again to look up at the stars. He chews idly at his lip, wishing he had a joint right about now--or, even better, a drop or two of acid. Anything to clear his head.

"I think so." Another gentle smile flashed in her direction. "You?"

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: NSFW, noncon, yandere, stalking

♡ gn reader

There’s something very off about your roommate… something eerie that makes you keep your distance.

You can’t describe exactly what it was about the boy except that you felt it from the second you shook his hand. The way he introduced himself… you don’t know… you had this unshakable feeling as though he already knew you from somewhere.

It’s a weird thought to have of someone you’d only just met. You knew you were probably just being paranoid. It was your first time sharing your space with someone other than family, so it might very well just have been you being apprehensive.

Not that you’d ever let it show, though. You didn’t want things between the two of you to be awkward when you’d be living together for the next three years of getting your degree.

You just needed to get used to him, is what you told yourself. 

So you laughed at his jokes and listened to his brags with a polite smile as though nothing was wrong, even when he continued being strange. 

For starters, he had almost nothing to unpack – as though he only planned to stay about a month or two. Everything seemed newly bought as well – unused and sterile, like a movie set.

You don’t know… maybe he was a minimalist even though he didn’t seem the type.

It shouldn't really have made your skin crawl the way it did. But whether it made sense or not, you couldn’t shake the discomfort – walking around in a constant wariness of him. 

Everything about him seemed like a half-assed theatre act.

You’d see him in the lecture hall, walking from here to there, buying strawberry milk from the vending machines. His textbooks remained piled on his desk in your shared dorm room – but you’d never seen any one of them open. And when curiosity and suspicion made you flip up one of his notebooks, you found it was all blank except for a few shitty doodles on the first page. You never see him cram for exams or writing any papers. You don’t think you’ve ever even seen him pull a laptop out of his bag.

It’s like he isn't a student at all…

And something about the rest of his performance just rubs you the wrong way.

It’s as though he’s practiced all his facial expressions in the mirror – as though he’s studied social cues and body language in a human behavior manual instead of having learned them naturally. It makes you uneasy – how his smile is always a bit too wide and a bit too stiff to be genuine and how all his words are like dialogue off a script.

Somehow, it feels as though he’s wearing a second skin – hiding something… something that’s not quite right on the inside.

It grosses you out when he tries flirting with you. But you do your best to hide it. Brushing him off by changing the topic, inviting other friends when he asks to eat lunch together, laughing off his attempts as though he’s making jokes – always excusing yourself when you end up alone with him for too long. 

You try to avoid him as much as you can. Pretending to study when you’re in the dorm together – and otherwise going to bed early.

He tells you he’ll see you at the party later when you leave to pregame with some friends. You can only muster a smile and a curt “Sure.” before leaving. 

As for seeing each other later – you hope you don’t.

But of course you do. You can’t seem to escape him. Everywhere you go, he follows.

It doesn’t help that all your friends think he’s so hot, immediately calling him over, gushing over him as though he’s some type of celebrity. They don’t understand your reservation – if they were you, they’d have fucked him the first night of moving in together.

It’s not like you don’t find him attractive as well. You admit he is ridiculously handsome, and if the circumstances were different, you’d say you lucked out being assigned the same dorm room as him. 

But as it were – he gives you the same feeling as spotting a spider.

He’s got his arm slung around your shoulder as the two of you walk back together. 

He had a little bit too much to drink… And despite your thoughts about him, even you didn’t have the heart to say no when he was practically hanging off of you – cheeks dusted pink with his mothlike lashes droopy, drunkenly mumbling while blinking up at you with those awfully bright eyes, asking you to take him home and tuck him in.

“Ugh...” You sigh.

It’s a struggle carrying the nearly two-meter-tall boy, almost having to drag him down the hallway before stopping short at your door. He’s drooling on your shoulder with murmurs of sleep as you search for the key – not exactly sober yourself.

When inside, his bigger body presses you against the closed door – his face buried in the grove of your neck with slurred words.

“Dude.” You state with a grimace – as if saying his name was too much of a burden – sighing as you haul him off with the same exasperation of a parent putting an unruly child to bed. 

Ducking beneath his arm, you leave him kissing the door – thinking to yourself how you really should put him to bed before he can embarrass himself any further.

You open your mouth to tell him when his temper finally makes him grab your arm a little harder than intended. 

“This isn't how this is supposed to go.” 

You flinch instinctively, and his grip tightens in return. “Hey?”

You can’t see his face with the way he’s got his head bowed. But you don’t like the snuff growl that passes under his breath as he utters the next words.

“Why are you so difficult?”

You do more than flinch this time, yanking yourself out of his harsh grip before he can apologize for it – taking on a deliberate offensive stance. 

With your feet squared and your hands up to keep him at a distance, you look ready to try fending him off.

Something about it seems premeditated – something in the wary way you eye him. You don’t even look all that surprised – as if you had suspected this side of him existed all along and had only been waiting for it to surface.

Oddly, t feels like something you’ve kept secret from him – as though you’ve acted comfortable all this time when, in reality, you’ve been clutching your mental pearls.

He realizes then why you haven’t returned his affection – why all you’ve ever given him is cold-hearted rejection…

Of course. It’s obvious now – so obvious it’s funny. Even though he’s been the one parading around like someone else, it feels as though you’ve been doing the exact same thing around him – hiding your discomfort behind a sweet smile – hiding it so well that not even his keen eyes have picked up on it…

But it’s clear now….

You’ve both been playing a game of pretend – just a pair of perfect strangers – who've now shared their hand. Leaving you both feeling naked – raw out in the cold – just waiting for the next move.

“I guess the gig is up, huh?” He rasps, fingers twitching at his sides – looking ready to pounce.

You couldn’t defend why you'd kept the pepper spray in the drawer of your nightstand – but you were glad you had. Rushing for it, hands shaking as you pulled the handle and grabbed the bottle – twisting around and spraying it right in the face of your roommate.

He cries out from the attack, clutching his face with both hands – staggering back with a series of gruff curse words.

Still, he guards the door – preventing your escape.

The groaning turns to croaks instead, and you think he might be crying. It’s tough to see through the hands covering his eyes – but when he looks back up again, despite the red burns left by your pepper spray on his puffy teary cheeks, he’s got a smile on his face. 

He’s not crying – he’s laughing – as the hand covering his face slowly drags down the crazed expression – over crazed eyes, bloodshot and wet, staring at you through the gaps between his fingers.

The look alone is enough to give you goosebumps.

But when you try to make a run for it, he grabs you again – and this time, you’re not able to shake him off. It feels as though the tight grip splinters your skin as he pulls you back – shoving you down against your bed.

“Can’t say it hasn’t been fun, roomie. But I’m not completely satisfied yet.”

He’s on top of you before you get a kick in – pinning your wrists above your head as he leans over you – bright eyes gleaming with that sickness you’d almost convinced yourself you’d been imagining. You opt to shout, but he’s soon got his other hand clasped tight over the bottom half of your face before you get a sound out.

“You were supposed to fall in love with me, you know?” His voice is airy as though he’s confessing – but also on the brink of laughter as though he’s telling a joke in class. “That’s how it goes in the movies.”

You swallow beneath his hand – eyes peeled, heart beating so hard it hurts.

His eyes wander – roaming your neck and chest. It’s awfully quiet before he speaks again. “But I suppose we can act out a different plot line...” 

You whimper at his suggestive tone – already feeling the weight of his intentions bearing down on you, crushing you free of air. 

“I like romcoms, but horror stories have their charm, too...”

You shudder beneath the warmth of his breath, screaming into his palm once his warm lips mouth your throat, sucking on the tender skin with tongue and teeth in between words.

“An unfortunate college student finds themself moving into the same dorm as their unhinged stalker…”

There’s a thrill in his tone – something crazed and terrifying as he goes on.

“The two play a psychological game of endurance, trying to balance college and privacy while sharing the same space...”

Something hard and gross steadily ruts against your thigh. His voice gets thicker – breath hotter on your neck. The kisses turn sloppy. Tears burn your cheeks.

“Everything seems to lead up to a party held before Spring break, a fateful night on which their endurance finally runs out.”

He groans, and you sob.

“A rejected kiss, a can of pepper spray, a shared bed. What happens next?”

♡ BNHA – Denki, Kirishima, Hawks ♡ JJK – Mahito, Gojo, Yuuta ♡ HQ – Miya twins ♡ CSM – Yoshida ♡ BLLK – Nagi

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Full fic with smut available here:

[27spoons]

Something to Try | Natalie Scatorccio

summary: A college party and some drinks with your best friend! What could possibly go wrong or irrevocably change your relationship?

pairing: natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

based on: pretty girls - reneé rapp

warnings: smut (afab!reader), internalized homophobia (nat), period typical homophobia (if you squint), alcohol consumption, ambiguously queer!reader, angst in my pants

a/n: i have not written smut in YEARS so this is... like... me getting back into it. i apologize in advance 😭🙏

wc: 5020

part two / ao3

Somewhere between Philadelphia and New York City sits a white two-story house in the middle of a nice suburban neighbourhood. Shitty speakers blast terrible dance music through the walls, and you're already wondering why the neighbours haven't called in noise complaints to the county. 

"Well, at least it isn't a frat house this time." You mutter with a scowl, crossing your arms and looking at the scene from the sidewalk.

The girl standing next to you scoffs and shoves her hands in the pocket of her leather jacket, "Y'know, if you're gonna bitch the whole time, you could go back to your dorm…"

"I am not—" You huff and roll your eyes, "I am not going back to the dorms. Let me bitch every now and then."

"You bitch constantly." She returns your eye roll, "There is never a moment in time you are not bitching about something."

You uncross your arms and shove at her shoulder, "You're a prick. Now I'm gonna bitch about you, Natalie. Is that what you wanted?"

"Yes. Because that means you're talking about me, and that feeds my ego." Nat says with a firm nod of her head, unable to hide the dumb grin on her face as she walks with you up to the front door of the house. "So, to clarify, you can only bitch if you're bitching about me."

"One day, I worry your head will explode with how big it's getting." You open the door to the house, and the stench of cheap booze and stale cigarette smoke immediately assaults your senses. "Oh, I lied. This is basically a frat house."

Nat laughs as she steps in behind you, "Nah, this place looks like it has working toilets in all bathrooms. Can't be a frat house." She glances around, eyes searching through the clusters of people scattered around the house. Her face lights up when she apparently finds someone she wants to see, and she turns to face you. "Hey, I'm gonna chat with Kev for a little while, but I'll catch up to you later, yeah?"

You sigh and wave her off, "Yeah, yeah. Just try not to forget I'm here this time."

She gives you an overdramatic gasp, a hand flying over her heart, "How dare you. I would never forget you're here." She's already taking steps back to talk to Kevyn, "You're always my top priority; you should know that by now." She shoots an easy wink at you, then vanishes into the groups of people in the living room.

Well. You really don't know what you were expecting. Nat has a tendency to vanish off to smoke weed or do drugs with a few of her friends, and you don't know why you thought tonight would be any different.

Oh, well. Might as well go see how your friends are doing.

About an hour and three Zimas later, a familiar presence makes herself known by pressing right up against your side. "Told you I wouldn't forget about you." Nat grins to herself, "C'mon. Let's get a drink."

"I'm not done mine—" She's already got your arm in a firm grip and tugging you away from your group of friends. 

"Fine. Then I can get one, and we can go smoke after. Either way, you're coming with me."

"I was in the middle of a conversation…" A whine leaves your throat, but you do nothing to stop her from pulling you to the destination she has in mind. 

"We can start a new conversation with some alcohol. Away from all the people." For all the parties that Natalie attended, you always found it funny how she preferred to stick to the edge, watching from the sidelines. If it wasn't for the fact she was a starter on the soccer team, she'd probably be considered a wallflower. 

Natalie drags you into the kitchen, where the air smells faintly of spilled beer and lime. She lets go of your arm long enough to rummage through the countertop clutter, successfully locating a half-empty bottle of vodka. “Classy,” she mutters, grabbing a plastic cup and pouring herself a generous splash before topping it with soda.

Her eyes flick to you as she takes a sip, leaning casually against the counter. “You’re way too sober to be at a party like this.”

"Mm, trust me, I'm working on it." You raise up the half-empty can you've been nursing for the past fifteen minutes. "You, on the other hand, seem far too eager to get drunk." A sip of your drink, "Like, more eager than usual. And you're already pretty eager to get shitfaced." 

Nat scoffs and rolls her eyes, gesturing with her head for you to follow her. "Yeah, well, we played a good game today. Won by two goals. Maybe I'm celebrating." She quips as her shoulder pushes the backdoor open. 

But… something in her tone feels off. You can't quite place it, but the words sound slightly strained. Maybe it's because you've known her so long, or maybe she's just getting more obvious, but you swear you see a small crack in the mask she so often wears in public.

"Nah, you're being weird tonight." You murmur, eyes narrowing as you appraise her behaviour. "Why are you being weird tonight?"

"I'm not being weird tonight." She scoffs and grabs a crumpled pack of cigarettes from her pocket, "Maybe you're hallucinating. Take any pills tonight?"

You frown, "Natalie."

She sighs and looks away like a child being chastised. "You're so pushy sometimes." She passes you a cigarette, "Jus' thinkin' about things."

"What things?" You lean against the wall beside her and take the smoke with a slight nod of thanks, letting her light the end for you once it's placed between your lips. "Anything I can help with?"

Nat hesitates momentarily as she lights her cigarette, clearly debating if she should actually speak about what's on her mind.

It takes her half of whatever she dumped into her cup, a handful of drags from her cigarette, and more than a few huffs of frustration on her part.

"You're… I mean… you're into chicks, right?"

You pause on the inhale of the smoke, then proceed to cough it out in surprise at the line of questioning. "Jesus—" A few more coughs, you waving the smoke away from your face. "That's what you wanted to ask me?" You shake your head and blink a few times, "Yeah, uh, I thought I told you that I was into chicks, like, ages ago."

"No, uh, you did." She waves her free hand dismissively, "I… sorry. I didn't—" She groans in frustration, "I think it's cool."

"Cool?" You parrot.

"Yeah." She says immediately, "I just… I think it's cool that you're open with yourself about that stuff." Nat brings her thumb to rub at one of her eyebrows, "Just… we don't talk about stuff like that." She shrugs, "Guess I just wanna check in now and then."

Confusion finds its way onto your face, and you shake your head as you try and put the pieces together of why is she asking this stuff right now? "You… you sure that's it?" 

Her facade seems to crumble further as she takes another drag from her cigarette, "Nah, I just…" She glances up at you, "I dunno. If I was gonna, I think you'd be the one I tried."

Your eyes fly open at that comment, because… what???

Your brain short-circuits for a second, trying to process her words. “Wait… what—” You blink and shake your head a few times, trying to pull yourself back together. 

"Don't worry about it." Nat interrupts quickly, "I didn't say anything." She snubs the cigarette out on the wall behind her, no longer meeting your gaze.

"No… no… don't do that." You shake your head and push off the wall, heart pounding so hard you can feel it, "You did say something. You can't just… throw that out there then pretend that you didn't say it."

She finishes the rest of her drink and drops the butt of the cigarette into the empty cup, "God, you're annoying sometimes. Just… forget I said anything, okay?"

"No… I'm not gonna forget you said that. 'cus I know you. You wouldn't just… say something like that." You take a step closer, "So if you're gonna say something, say it."

The blonde seems frustrated at the development in the conversation, and for a moment, you worry she's gonna completely shut things down and pull away, but instead, her expression softens. "I don't know." Looking down at her boots, she murmurs, "I don't know what I'm saying. I just… think about it sometimes. About you."

"Like… me? Specifically?" You shake your head, still in shock at this revelation.

A bitter laugh escapes Nat's mouth, "Don't make me spell it out." Her gaze finally meets yours again, and you swear your breath hitches at the sudden tension between the two of you.

"Natalie…" You start, but before you can say anything else, she's cutting you off and closing the difference between you.

"Shut up." She mutters, and then her lips are on yours—urgent, messy, and laced with the taste of vodka and cigarette smoke.

You freeze at the contact, eyes widening even further. This is not how you expected tonight to play out, and yet… you can't find it in you to pull away.

Despite yourself, you kiss her back, quickly matching her intensity. Her hands find their way to your hair as yours find their way to her waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens.

When she finally pulls back, her breathing is uneven, and her eyes are wide, like she can't believe what she just did. "Shit…" she whispers, running her fingers through your hair.

"What… what the hell was that?" You ask in disbelief, still trying to catch your breath.

"I told you," her trembling voice betraying the smirk tugging at her lips. "If I was gonna… you'd be the one I tried."

You swallow down the sudden lump that's appeared in your throat, "I don't… this…"  You don't even know what you're trying to say, but you're trying to form coherent phrases. "What?"

A beat of silence as her eyes flick from your eyes to your mouth again, "Do you wanna be the one I try?" She asks quietly, continuing to run her fingers through her hair, making you far weaker than you should be. 

"Natalie…" You manage, voice barely above a whisper. She's close now. Too close, really. Close enough that this could complicate everything and—

Her lips are back on yours.

That's enough to shut your thoughts up.

At some point during this exploratory makeout session, some obnoxious douchebag wolf whistles at the two of you making out, to which Nat promptly flips him off and starts pulling you inside the house.

"Come on." Natalie laughs as she tugs you into a spare bedroom, "I need you alone. Without assholes with a God complex interrupting us." She closes and locks the door to the bedroom. When she turns and looks at you, her lower lip is caught between her teeth, and her green eyes have a dangerous glint. 

The second the door is locked, the reality of the situation sets in. Are you really about to do this? Are you really about to… God, what are you even gonna do here? Natalie is looking at you like you're a tall glass of water and she's dying of thirst. Meanwhile, you're looking at her like a damn deer in the headlights. 

"For the record," She adds, "I'm not… this isn't…" She gestures between the two of you, "This is just some fun. Like… you know I'm not gay, right?" 

She doesn't give you a chance to answer that before her lips are on yours, and she's walking you back to the edge of the bed, pushing you down and straddling your waist. "Just to blow off some steam." She murmurs as her lips move to your neck, pressing wet kisses against the soft skin.

If you had half a mind right now, you'd probably say something like, "Straight chicks don't willingly do stuff like this with other chicks," or "I see multiple issues with that logic," but it's hard to form replies when her tongue is tracing along your pulse point, and her lips are oh so warm against your skin.

You vaguely think about all the times you've thought about this happening—but that's just it. They were just supposed to be thoughts. You never actually expected to end up in bed with Natalie—let alone her being the one to initiate it—but here you are, all the same.

"Nat—" You finally manage once you remember you need to breathe, "You—"

She pulls back briefly to tug her shirt over her head, and all rational thought vanishes out the window (along with the last shreds of the restraint you had—if you even had any, to begin with), and she moves her hands to tug off your shirt, which you eagerly help her remove.

"I'm so happy you came to the party." She whispers in awe as her hands trail up and down your torso in appreciation, "God…" Her hand stops to cup your breast, and you find yourself arching into her chest subconsciously. 

She looks down at you like you're an experiment—which you are, really—or something to decipher and explore. But, honestly? You're sorta willing to be her experiment right now, even if a part of you knows this will hurt the both of you come morning.

"I wasn't gonna come, you know?" You murmur back, letting her map out your body under her surprisingly careful fingers, "I just… didn't see the point."

"That's your issue, yeah?" Nat replies back just as quietly, "You always think too much rather than just doing. Life is so much more fun when you stop overthinking everything." She brushes her thumb over your clothed nipple, which causes you to let out a small gasp, "And sometimes you talk too much when you should be doing other things. Like this." Her hand leaves your chest and joins her other one behind her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall down her shoulders.

"Oh, fuck." It's your turn to be awestruck now. "God, you're so…" Your hands trail up her body, running up her sides, her head falling back and a sigh spilling from her lips. "Fucking beautiful. So fucking beautiful." You stop to cup the underside of her breasts, earning a sound of approval from the girl on top of you as she begins to roll her hips against yours slowly.

"Yeah…" Nat breathes out, "Little higher…" She grabs your wrists and moves your hands on your behalf, placing them directly overtop her breasts, "Don't be afraid to touch me, not fragile…"

"Wasn't afraid," You reply as you squeeze gently, "was just trying to take my time. Not rush the good stuff."

She scoffs out a laugh, "Maybe I want you to rush to the good stuff; think of that?"

"Nah, that's no fun. Foreplay is half the excitement. Gotta build tension."

"Tension's been building all night." She rasps with a roll of her hips, "So don't give me that bullshit."

"Fine. Maybe I just want to take my time. Think of that?" You roll a nipple between your thumb and pointer, grinning to yourself at the way she gasps and her hips stutter at the sensation. "I like to play with my food before I eat it."

A low chuckle spills from deep in Nat's chest at your last comment, "Jesus, you're terrible. Has your dirty talk always been this bad?"

"Yep." You respond immediately, "Just another thing I'm skilled at, really."

"Really?" She looks down at you, an assumed smirk on her face. "What other things could you possibly be skilled at?"

You grin right back at her. That was exactly the reply you wanted. And she says your dirty talk is terrible. You're just always five steps ahead, really. 

"If you'd let me show you, I've been told my fingers and tongue are pretty talented." You grin wider when she blushes despite herself, "And, honestly? I kinda wanna show you."

Nat scoffs to hide how flustered she is at your teasing, "W-what? Is this the part where you tell me that I've been "missing out," too?"

"Oh, I wasn't gonna say anything. You were the one that did that."

A beat. 

You laugh.

"Oh my God. Shut up." And her lips are back on yours before you can protest—not that you would want to, anyways—and you're kissing her back in a heartbeat, her hands leaving your wrists to rest on your collarbones, thumbs tracing the lines of your bra strap.

Your hands find their way to Nat's hips, squeezing the soft flesh there and encouraging their movement as her tongue slides its way into your mouth.

Things move fast after that. You aren't quite sure when she manages to take your bra off, and she isn't quite sure when you managed to get her pants off, but before either of you can think about how fast things are moving, you're both making out in nothing but your underwear.

For one of the first times in your life, you're realising that you're the more experienced one when it comes to this sort of thing. Nat's never been with a girl before, giving you the upper hand. 

Something you fully plan on exploiting. 

You end up shifted so that she's laying flat on the bed under you while you're propped up on an elbow next to her, using your free arm to run your hand down her body as the two of you continue this heated makeout session you've been in for the past… however long you've been in this room.

When your fingers begin to tease the edge of her panties, Nat gasps and deepens the kiss further, with one of her hands curling around the nape of your neck as the other comes to rest on your shoulder. Which, well, seems like consent if you've ever been given any.

You let your fingers trail under the waistband and lower still, grinning into the kiss when you feel her push herself into your hand despite the fact you haven't even touched her yet. 

"Don't be a tease." Nat whines into the kiss, earning a low laugh from you.

"Not teasing. Just taking my time, is all." You properly brush your fingers against her, delving into the warmth but never quite going where she wants you to.

"No, you're being a fucking tease!" She whines again, more petulantly, her nails digging into your shoulder.

You click your tongue at that, "And you're a lot needier than I thought you'd be, Scatorccio. Can't spend five minutes doing some foreplay?"

"What I want to do is spend my time—" You cut her off when your fingers brush against her clit, a feral grin spreading across your features. 

"You were saying something, Nat?"

"Oh my God. Shut up." She repeats for the second time tonight, pulling you in for another kiss, using the hand on the nape of your neck to aid in her agenda. 

After you decide you've teased her clit for a suitable amount of time, you slide your middle and ring finger down the length of her wetness, then proceed to tease her entrance in slow circles. Nat bites on your lower lip in retaliation for what she still deems as "teasing," but is quick enough to soothe the bite with her tongue.

"You know," You murmur as you break the kiss, pulling back to watch her face, "I think you're gonna enjoy this."

She scoffs, "Yeah, that's sorta the point, dipshit."

"Mm, not what I meant." You sink those two fingers inside of her, enjoying the way her breath catches, and she arches into your touch. "I think you're gonna really enjoy this."

"You've got a big head." She starts rocking her hips against your hand, the motion causing the heel of your palm to rub against her, "You gonna… gonna… back that up?"

"I think I already am, honestly." You murmur back as you begin to move your fingers, "Did you even notice you were humping my hand?" Based on how her hips stutter for the slightest moment, the answer was probably no.

"Is all you do tease?"

You laugh at that, slowly figuring out what she likes based on her reactions to what you do, "Mhm. It's my favourite part of this." You pull your fingers back just as she seems to be really getting into it, which earns you a confused whine, but you don't give her long to worry about it.

You start at her lips, then slowly work your mouth down her body. Admittedly, you spend a little longer than needed lingering in the valley between her breasts, but who can really blame you? They're nice, and you've spent far too long wondering what it would be like to be between them.

You continue moving south once Natalie lets out a frustrated huff and pushes at your shoulders slightly, your lips pausing just under her belly button, glancing up at her for one last okay before you go this far.

She gives you her approval in the form of a slight nod, and you immediately hook your fingers in the waistband of her panties and tug them down once you have it.

You trail your mouth up her leg, starting from her ankle and moving upwards, only slowing down once you reach her thighs.

"Such a fucking tease…" Nat mumbles to herself when you slow down, so you nip her thigh in some form of retaliation at her impatience. 

"Good things come to those who wait." And you tease her longer, purposefully avoiding her aching center just to prove your point.

When she starts tugging at your hair in frustration, you finally relent, flattening your tongue and dragging it through her folds once, then twice, then pull back for a moment to look at her. 

"Goddamn." You murmur, "We're gonna have fun." You press a chaste kiss to her clit, then immediately dive in, nuzzling your nose against it as your tongue presses in. 

Truthfully, you've always liked it a little messy. You don't think Nat minds in the slightest. In fact, one might even say that she prefers it when it's sloppy.

Pornographic slurping sounds fill the small bedroom, coupled with the sharp inhales Nat takes every time you do something she really likes, and you decide you really like those sounds, making it your sole mission to have her make as many of them as possible.

When you move your mouth up to attach to her clit, you replace your tongue with two fingers, delving them back into the warm heat of her pussy. You hum in appreciation at the gasp she makes as you work your fingers in tandem with your mouth.

Nat, you've noticed, isn't very vocal. That's fine; she doesn't need to be. Not when her hips keep rocking against your face. Not when her eyes are shut, and her face is contorted in an expression of pleasure. Not when one of her hands is trembling atop her mouth in a poor attempt to stifle those small sounds. 

You pick up on what she likes really quickly, trying to keep your eyes trained on her face as long as possible. Knowing that you're the one making her look like that. You really didn't need the ego boost, but you'll take it anyway.

She lets you know she's about to come with her hand moving from your hair to smack your shoulder a few times, a shaky "F-fuck—" spilling from her lips and her back arching off the mattress. You double down on your actions to get her there, and when her thighs clamp down on either side of your head, you let yourself grin.

Natalie isn't one to give herself time to wind down, however.

Once she finishes riding out her climax, she's immediately tugging you up to mash her lips against yours, rolling you over so you're lying on your back instead of her.

"Mm, wait—" You push her shoulder back when one of her hands goes to trail down your body, "You don't have to… I don't need you to "repay the favour"—"

"I want to." Nat cuts you off, pressing her lips against your neck and working her way down your body. "And, for the record?" She pauses and looks up at you when she reaches your collarbone, "I'm a fast learner." She grins and continues moving her mouth lower, fingers hooking in the waistband of your underwear.

"Fast learner." You huff out as you lift your hips for her, allowing her to tug your panties down your legs and discard them somewhere off to the side. 

"Yeah," She agrees as she sits back on her knees, "Real fast learner, actually. And I doubt it's that much different than going down on a guy." A beat, "Who knows? Maybe I'll learn something that could be useful in my… future endeavours." 

You bristle slightly at the comment, an uneasy feeling gripping the back of your neck for a reason you can't quite place. "Nat—" And, much like you were doing to her, she cuts you off by attaching her lips straight to your clit, causing you to gasp in shock at the sudden sensation. "F-fuck!" You hiss out. While it's not a bad sensation—far from it— it is unexpected and bypassing any and all forms of teasing. 

Nat seems to delight in the sounds you're making and continues her exploration of your pussy. She pays eager attention to your clit at the beginning before realising that she should probably attend to other areas as well, and promptly doing just that.

And, hey, she was right. She is a fast learner. And an eager one, at that.

Her fingers dig into the meat of your thighs with bruising strength, forcing them open and refusing to let you budge from her hold even slightly. And, in true Natalie fashion, she's just as messy about it as you were, never one to be outdone. 

However, unlike you, she doesn't seem content to spend the whole time going down on you. She pulls back and pushes her hair out of her face, "God, I wanna try something—" She moves to straddle one of your thighs and presses her own up against your center, hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

"Shit," You murmur as your hands find purchase on her hips, "You sure you haven't been with a chick before? You sure seem to know what you're doing…"

"What can I say? I've done some research here and there." She lets out a low laugh that turns into a breathless sort of moan as her hips roll against your thigh, pushing her thigh further against you in turn. 

"Holy fuck, you're so fucking wet," Nat says in astonishment, her head falling forward as you begin rocking against her thigh. "Goddamn…"

"Yeah, you're not any better." You reply breathlessly, "Gonna fuckin' make a mess on my thigh…"

She rakes her nails down your chest and lets out a noise you're pretty sure is supposed to be a growl, "That's the idea. Already made a mess of your face, might as well ruin another part of you." And her lips are back on yours before you can come up with some sort of retort.

You two move against each other with urgency, breaking the kiss to rest your foreheads together as you breathe heavily. 

Natalie digs her nails into your waist, lips attaching to your neck again as she continues to rock her hips against your thigh. 

It's a mess of animalistic grunts and X-rated gasps that fill your ears. The noises, combined with her lips on your neck and the way she's oh so desperately moving against your thigh? You can't help yourself. It might be one of the hottest things you've ever witnessed. 

The woman on top of you comes first with a sharp gasp followed by a low groan. Then, upon realising you still haven't, her fingers replace her thigh, moving with intention.

"Fuck—" You arch up into her hand, "Shit, you don't have to—"

"Shut up." She whispers against your skin, "Let me make you feel good."

And, well, who are you to say no to the girl with her hand between your thighs?

By the end of the evening, you're more relaxed than you've been in a long time. Nat is lying loosely on the bed beside you, her hand playing with your fingers. 

"Weren't lying." She murmurs after a long silence between you two, seemingly lost in thought.

"Not lying about what?" You prop yourself up on an elbow, looking down at her as she sighs quietly.

"Really enjoying this." Her voice comes out soft, and it almost appears that even she seems surprised at the words. "I just… I don't know. It was fun."

You smile to yourself at that and squeeze her hand, "Yeah." Despite the haze of lust and alcohol that clouds your mind, at least, that is something you can agree to.

Morning.

The first thing you notice? You have a killer headache.

The second thing? This isn't your bed.

The third thing? You're alone in this bed.

Last night crashes over you in waves. Images of Natalies flushed face underneath you. The way she seemed almost eager to be with you in that way.

The sheets still smell faintly of her—a mix of smoke and something warm, something hers. You reach out instinctively, fingers brushing the cool, empty space beside you. She’s gone. Of course, she’s gone. You should’ve known better.

Last night replays in your mind: the way her hands gripped your shoulders, her voice a low whisper against your skin. You could’ve sworn, for just a moment, she wanted you. Needed you. But maybe that was just the vodka.

Maybe it was just the vodka.

a/n: this is so much longer than I thought it would be and yet not long enough

tragic

[eddiesvixen]

Twice A Day

MDNI 18+

summary: hawkins is boring. you’d give for any thrill outside of the drive in movies and swims at the lake. lucky for you, a certain metalhead has the perfect cure to boredom.

pairing: tattoo!aritist!eddie x alt!black!reader

word count: 5k

cw: needles, reader has multiple piercings (ears, brow, nose, belly), sexual themes, reader is into metal/alt music and subcultures, reader is black but anyone can read, reader is afab, a bit of soft eddie, based somewhere between ‘08 and ‘12, smut, unprotected piv, oral (f and m rec), mentions of birth control, eddie and reader are in their 20s, cute ending..

dividers by @cyberangel-graphics & @enchanthings

7pm. Remmy’s Tattoo Parlor.

Eddie’s days are pretty much the same. Wake up, shower, feed ozzy, dress up, drive to work, have lunch, finish work, go home, cuddle with ozzy, sleep.

Of course, work was bartending for a few drunk truckers and construction workers before the Hideout officially closed down and Mayor Kline replaced it with a rec center for the youth. Gave some speech about caring about the minds of the children in Hawkins, thinking ahead, blah blah blah..

After losing his job, Eddie was lucky to meet one of these drunks in the strip mall while helping Steve move new rental shipments into Family Video.

“You’re that Munson kid from Bev’s bar ain’t ya?”

“Yeah. Uh.. Remmy, right?.”

“That’s right. Shame what they did to the place. Always came there after closing down shop.”

He pointed to the parlor next to the arcade. Eddie’s curiosity got the best of him and he asked Remmy if he had any openings. Luckily, Eddie’s few months of experience with a shitty starter kit got him a job at the parlor.

He loves his station. Decorated the walls with a few stickers and small posters he printed at Melvald’s, he gets to control the music for the shop and best part? No jocks or preps come into the shop, so he’s comfortable in his clothes, in himself.

He cleans his chair. Another day of some tats and a few piercings. He got some pretty good tips, thinking maybe takeout wouldn’t hurt for dinner tonight.

DING

He looks at the clock. 7:14pm. No one usually comes in after 7. He calls out from the back.

“I’ll be right there.”

You nod. “Okay.”

A woman? Soft voice and the sound of bracelets jangling together.

You look around the shop, humming to the Dio bleeding from the speakers. Holding in a laugh as you hear a muffled “shit!”, the sounds of some things falling over from a supply closet. All laughter goes out the window when you see the tall metalhead coming from the back of the shop.

Dark round eyes, nice shoulders, dark wash denim being held up by a belt that’s definitely had maybe six previous owners. His dark chestnut curls drape over the very fitting motörhead shirt hugging his body.

“Uh.. Hello. Welcome to Remmy’s.” He offers a grin, fighting to keep his eyes above the neck. It’s hard to when you’re standing in front of him in that cropped shirt that shows off your collarbones and waist, your belly ring glimmers in the light, begging for attention.

His knees get weak when you smile at him. “Hi. I didn’t schedule an appointment or anything. I heard you guys take walk ins?”

He nods, tapping the counter. “That is true.” Pull it together. “Uh.. pricings on this wall.”

You look at the wall and nod. He swallows when he sees you pull your card from your back pocket. The way those Miss Me jeans hug your ass makes his head spin. He shakes himself out of it when it hand him the cash.

“Oh. You gave me an extra ten.” He holds out the bill but you grin and shake your head.

“That’s a tip.”

He smiles. “Very generous.. thanks.” He pockets the cash. “Follow me, miss.”

He leads you further into the shop and flourishes a small bow to the chair. You smile and sit down and he takes time to pull his curls into a low bun.

“It’s more quiet than expected.”

He smirks. “This is kinda our after hours. Everyone usually comes early so most nights are spent cleaning and organizing appointments for the next day.”

You nod and watch as he cleans the needles. He nods in the corner. “There’s vending machines and a mini fridge if you’re hungry or something. Just need to clean these needles. Wasn’t really expecting any company.”

He winces at his consistent rambling.

“That’s okay. I ate a while ago. Some place called Benny’s?”

He smiles and looks at you. “Fucking love Benny’s. He makes the best burgers in town.”

“I wouldn’t know. I got tenders and fries.”

He gasps and shakes his head in mock disgust as he pulls on a fresh pair of black gloves. “Blasphemy.”

You smile and laugh a bit, a sound he could get used to. “Well next time I’ll try the burger, courtesy of…”

“Eddie.” He grins, letting the needles soak as he grabs his marker and you tell him your name. “Okay, could you um.. bend over?”

“Of course.” You nod and move your hair, your back exposed to him. His eyes widen at the tattoo spilling from beneath your shirt. He focuses on your lower back to make the marks.

“Back dermals, huh?”

“Yeah.” You smile, skin chilling a bit at the feeling of his hands holding your hips in place. “Wanted them for some time but I was too scared.”

“What changed your mind?” He places the small dots on your back.

“New job, new apartment. I figured.. why not get a new piercing too.”

He smiles. “Good mindset.” He sets the marker aside. “So I have this.. little guy..”

He nods up at the wall. An old teddy bear with a red bandana around it’s neck. “His name is Buddy. If you wanna hold him while I pierce you, you can grab him.”

You smile and lean over, grabbing the fuzzy bear. “Woah.”

“Softer than you thought?” He grins.

“Yeah. I mean, no offense he just looks kinda-”

“Old.” He smiles when you laugh at that. “Yeah, I’ve had him for some time so, he’s aged. But I keep him clean and handsome for pretty customers.”

You smile, relieved he can’t see the pink tinge over your face as your back faces him. “That’s flattering.”

“Anytime.” He clears his throat and nods. “Okay, you ready?”

You smile. “Yeah.”

You squeeze Buddy, bracing yourself as the needle goes through your skin. He’s so focused and gentle, making the experience a bit easier.

“You okay?”

You nod. “I’m good.”

He grins. You can really hold your own. Then again, you’re already pierced and tatted so he’s less surprised and more impressed. You wince slightly when he inserts the jewelry.

“Okay. Next one then we’re done.”

You hardly notice the piercing of the second dermal, your focus being on his voice. Bit raspy, slight southern accent and the way he’s talking you through the piercing is making you daze out, thinking all kinds of things.

“All done.”

You zone back in and sit up. You walk to the mirror and grin as you see the back dermals.

“So, how’d I do?” He removes his gloves, tossing them in the bin.

You smile and walk back over to him. “Customer is satisfied. I feel like I should leave a bigger tip.”

He shakes his head. “You’ve done plenty. Now,” he lifts up the bottle of saline, “I’m assuming you already know how to use this.” He smirks.

You nod and smile. “Of course. I’d hate to ruin these babies.”

“Impossible.” He hands you the bottle, your fingers brushing each other’s. “I haven’t had many requests for dermals here but healing process takes about three months but if you dab the saline on twice a day it’ll be fine within one.”

“Thank you, Eddie. You’re great at your job.”

“I aim to please, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? Noted. You smile and look over his face. He’s really cute. You wonder what he’s thinking when he looks at you, hardly blinking. So struck by the way the light bounces off of your brown oiled skin. Maybe that was vanilla he smelled-

buzz buzz

Your phone vibrates and a slipknot song starts to play. You grab it from the seat and he’s in awe. Is that her ringtone?

He decides to finish cleaning the area as you take your call. A pretty girl with nice skin, ink and piercings, pretty nails, nice ass.. there’s no way he isn’t dreaming.

“Hey. Sorry about that, was my manager.”

He raises a brow. “This late?”

“Yeah. She never stops working. Wants me to come in tomorrow.”

He nods, fingers tapping at his jeans. “Where do you work?”

“Nothing dramatic. Retail at Starcourt. I’m assistant manager at victoria’s secret.”

Nothing dramatic? What a fucking brag.

“Wait a second. You just moved here and you’re already manager?”

You smile. “Assistant manager. And I had the position back home in Arizona.”

“Arizona to Hawkins? No offense sweetheart but I don’t get it.” He continues to tidy up so you sit back in the chair.

“It’s cheaper here.. quiet. I need a break from the city and I heard the mall had great pay rates so..” You shrug, biting your lip a bit. He wonders how that pretty gloss on your lips has held this long.

“I get it. I just hope you like it here, everyone’s not exactly lining up to hang out with freaks like us.”

You raise a brow. “Freaks?”

He smirks and sits back down in front of you. “It’s what they call anyone with a ringtone like yours.”

You smile. “Oh so slipknot’s a crime?”

“Yes. In fact, all metal is.”

“So that’s why the woman at the market gave me a look. I thought she was just racist.”

He frowns a bit at the mention of the ignorant woman. “There are.. some hicks. I mean this is Indiana but Hawkins is small and the cops are lazy. Just stay in your zone, keep your head up and you’ll be fine.”

You smile. “Great advice. You should try spoken word.”

He cringes. “How you insult me.” He cluthes his chest.

Before you can answer back there’s a blaring ringing sound over the entire store. You cover your ears and he grits his teeth, shooting up to his feet.

“Shit.” He runs into a back room and pulls a switch up and down, making the power go out then back in. He sighs and walks back out. “Sorry. That’s our.. shitty security system.”

You giggle. “What the hell is it for?”

He smirks. “Time to close shop. Gotta close this place up.” He scratches the back of his neck.

“Right. 8pm.” You stand and grab your phone. “Um.. I guess I’ll see you around?”

He nods. “Sure thing. I’m always here so, you know where to find me.”

You grin. “Bye Eddie.”

He nods in return, offering a smile so wide both dimples show. “Goodbye.”

You start to leave shop and he sighs, looking around. He freezes when he hears footsteps get closer to him and you come back, holding your phone out.

“Wanna put your number in?”

He smiles. “You sure you want the freak’s number?”

“Thought I was a freak too.” You quip back and he laughs, what a sweet sound. It’s loud and chaotic. He nods and puts his number in your phone. You quickly text him so he knows it’s you and he adds your number to his phone.

“I guess I’ll talk to you soon.” You grin and give a mutual nod.

“Later, princess.”

“Later, Eddie.”

You walk out of the shop and he lets out the biggest sigh. He looks at his phone. He can’t remember the last time a girl asked for his number but he wont complain, not when the girl is pretty and listens to metal.

He closed down shop and drove back to the trailer. Takeout and a pretty girl, he can’t complain.

It’s been an eventful month for you. Work is a hassle sometimes sure, making sure shipments come in and talking with the rest of your coworkers about the summer sale that’s approaching. Your days become easier when you clock out, go home and open your phone to texts from a particular metalhead.

You send photos and chat over text and sometimes on facetime. You hung out a few times, a movie once and another visit to the parlor for a tattoo. It’s nice, getting to see his face and have glances into each other’s lives. Your facetime calls get pretty humorous at times, like now.

“Pause. You’re putting needles in your hair?” His eyes widen from over the screen.

You laugh, phone sat up on the bathroom counter as you take a break from the mirror to look at him.

“The needle isn’t in my hair, I just use it to keep the hair still.” You wink and he shakes his head.

“I’m confused.” He says defeated.

“Okay. So you know how you sew patches into your battle vest?”

He grins. “Yeah?”

“Well it’s the same thing. I sew the hair into my hair, which is braided underneath. That’s why it’s called a sew in.”

He smiles. “Oh. No shit, huh? Well it looks amazing. I mean I thought that was your real hair.”

You giggle. “I usually don’t straighten my real hair until winter. It’ll sweat out in this heat.”

He sighs, shifting around in his bed. “Tell me about it. I mean i’m bound to melt in here.”

“Thought your trailer had air conditioning?”

“It’s busted. Ozzy broke it, again. Nibbling on the cord and the landlord can’t get the new order in until first week of June.”

You cringe. “Sorry.”

He shakes his head and smirks anyways. “Perks of the trailer park. Free sauna.”

You smile. “Well you could use some really great AC for free.”

He raises a brow. “Where?”

“You could come over, if you want.”

His eyes widen. An invite?

“You mean that?”

You grin. “Could use the company. And maybe some help with building my new dresser?”

He laughs, head tossed back and he points a finger at the camera. “I knew you were using me for my muscles. For shame, sweetheart.”

You smirk and get closer to the camera, he can’t deny the look in your eyes. “I didn’t hear a no.”

He smiles. “I’ll be right over.”

“Hey. Bring ozzy with you, I’d like to meet Munson Jr.”

“My pleasure. We’ll see you soon.”

You smile and end the call. You look around your apartment. Everything’s clean and in place and yet, you find yourself wanting to tidy up. You turned on some Fall Out Boy and got to fixing up whatever you could.

You changed into some cute but comfortable, your favorite black sweatsuit. The thin material clings to your skin, low waisted to show off that sweet piercing Eddie had given you a month ago. Fully healed but you still clean them as intended.

As you pucker the lip gloss on your lips you hear a few knocks at your door. You check yourself in the mirror before opening the door and smiling.

“Hey.”

He smiles and holds up a box. “Got us an extra large pie, hope you like pepperoni.”

You step aside to let him in. “Smells so good.”

You smile and gasp when you hear a small meow from in his arms. He lifts the tiny black kitten from his other arm.

“The cat, the myth, the legend, Ozzy Munson.”

You smile as he hands him to you and the kitten nuzzles into your hold, purring away.

“He’s so cute. Where’d you find him again?”

“I told you about Henderson, right?” He looks around as he removes his boots.

You smile. “You left your hellfire club to him.”

He’s so proud you remembered. “Yeah well, his cat got another cat pregnant and they had a bunch of furballs. Couldn’t help myself but to take one of off his hands.”

You smile. “Sounds very sappy, Munson.”

He grins. “Whatever.” He looks around, walking further into your apartment with you. “It’s a nice place.”

“And the AC?” You tease.

“Otherworldly.” He smiles and runs his fingers through sweat damp hair.

You nod. “Come on, i’ll give you a small tour.”

There’s only one bedroom so you show him your space. Restroom, kitchen, living room. He loves how feminine your place is, very you with a touch of your interests, posters on your walls and cds underneath your stereo.

You both wound up sitting on your sofa and talking for quite some time. You left ozzy occupied with a bowl of milk which was quickly demolished by the now sleeping kitten. You laugh as Eddie tells you stories from high school.

“I don’t buy it.”

He laughs. “I’m telling the truth! I face planted right off the stage. Still got the bruise to remember.”

You grin. “Let me see.”

He shakes his head and waves his hands. “Absolutely not. It looks weird.”

“Come on. I showed you the bruise on my knee from my biking incident.”

“That’s different, you were like eight and your bike was faulty. I was 18 and clumsy.” He seems almost flustered, embarrassed.

You smile and shake your head. “I won’t laugh. I swear.”

He hesitates, looking over your face. Those soft features, those pretty dark eyes. He sighs. “Fine.”

He pulls down his jeans at the hip and turns a bit so you can see the scar on his hip. You cringe a bit.

“Ouch..”

“Yeah. Couldn’t afford stitches, no insurance so I had to improvise.” He looks at you as you lean closer to his hip.

“You said you fell on glass?” You gently trace his scar, his breath hitching.

He swallows. “Mhm. I hit the table first and glass cup broke my fall, cutting my hip but i still managed to face plant onto the floor. It was a mess.”

There’s moments silence before you burst out laughing. His eyes widen and he smiles. “You swore you wouldn’t laugh!”

You straighten up. “Sorry. Sorry, I’ll stop.” You grin, hiding more laughter.

He grins, looking over your face as you let a small giggle slip. “You’re so lucky you’re pretty or else i’d be really upset.”

You smile and go still a bit, heart pounding from laughing and the way he looks at you. Like he does most nights on the phone, yearning and adoring you.

“You’re pretty too, Eddie.”

He grins when you lean in so he does as well. “Yeah?”

You nod and your voice softens under his gaze. “Yeah.”

The tension is so thick, your bodies like magnets begging to be touched. One more glance to his lips and you’re sold. You lean in and kiss him, lips gently pressing against his.

His brain goes into overdrive. What flavor of lip gloss is this? Is she really kissing me? Does my breath smell? Focus. She’s pulling you in.

He rests a gentle hand on your face, cupping your jaw gently. You smile into the kiss and giggle. He smiles against your lips before pulling back, only enough to see your face.

“What?”

“How long have you been wanting to call me pretty?”

He looks over your face, vulnerable. “Since you walked into the shop a month ago.”

You smile. “I knew it. You totally checked out my ass when I bent over.”

HIs eyes widen and she smiles. “Shut up.”

“What a sneaky little perv-”

He cuts you off with another kiss. You hum into his mouth and his hand drift down your body. He moans when you slip your tongue into his mouth, gaining confidence from your fowardness. His hands cup your ass through the thin material of your sweatpants.

Your fingers lace into his hair and he carefully pulls you into his lap. You smile against his lips, tongues lapping at each other as you grind down onto his lap. He whimpers into your mouth and pulls back out of the kiss.

“Mm.. hang on, sweetheart.” He grips your hips. “You do that again and this wont last as long as you want it to.”

You smile and kiss his neck, gently tugging his curls back to give you more room to place your lips. “We can go to the bedroom.”

He nods, lifting you in his arms. He grins and pats your butt. “Keep doin’ that.. fuck..”

He moans as you suck at his neck. He grins and slaps your butt again before sitting you down. You smile and pull his shirt off, kissing lower and lower before you sit on the bed. You pull him by his belt loop and pull his jeans down, his boxers already have a stain on them.

He blushes behind his messy curls. “Been a while.”

You grin. “How long?”

“About a year..”

“Well,” you pull his boxers down and smile at the sight in front of you. He’s trimmed, small pubes in the same dark shade of the curls on his head. He’s hard, really fucking hard. His cock twitches and he gasps as your fingers wrap around his cock. “Let me know if I need to stop.”

He smiles when you wink up at him, but his fingers tangle in your hair when you lick around his tip.

“Holy shit-“

He moans, lacing his fingers in your hair as you take his cock further into your mouth. He tilts his head back in pleasure but not too much, he’d hate to miss the sight of your nose almost touching his stomach. The light gags and moans spilling from your lips, pretty and glossed, tan against his more pale skin.

He gently tugs your hair. He knows you just did it over the phone and would hate to mess it up. He tries to speak but nothing but curses spill from his lips as you cup his balls. He moans and strains out another whimper.

“Princess.. baby stop, stop..”

He pulls you off gently and pant softly, wrapping his fist around his cock. You grin.

“Everything okay?”

He blushes again. “Fuck. You’re just so good at that and I almost blew my load.”

You smile. “Kinda the point here.”

He laughs and pulls back a bit. “Not like this, okay? I wanna get a taste of that pretty pussy first.”

“Maybe after? I really wanna take a ride.. if that’s okay.”

His mouth waters when you rejoice your shirt, pretty brown tits spilling from your top that’s now discarded on the floor, his hands immediately cup them.

“Shit. You’re so beautiful.” He presses a kiss to each breast, then a lick to each nipples that leaves you moaning.

You smile and pull his head away. “Focus. Clothes off.”

He smirks. “Yes Ma’am.”

You both waste no time to remove your clothes, they lie on the floor and Eddie’s in awe at how pretty your pussy is. Wet and glistening for him between pretty bronze folds. He presses a gentle kiss to it.

“Fuck, you smell so good.” He kisses you again and you smile. “Pussy’s so pretty.”

You gasp and moan as he parts your folds with his fingers, licking from your leaky hole up to your clit. He found it with no problem.

“Mm.. fuck Eddie, feels so good.”


He smiles against your pussy when you lace your fingers in his hair, pulling him deeper into your cunt. He inhales your scent deeply and starts ravish your pussy. His face getting soaked from your slick and he slips a finger into your tight pussy.

“Fuckin’ hell you’re so tight,” he murmurs. What he’d give to stay down here all day. He flicks his tongue at your clit rapidly and you whimper, legs shaking as you grind against his face. He moans against you and adds another finger.

“Eddie,” you whine. “I’m.. ohh fuck…”

You choke out a symphony of the prettiest moans he’s ever heard. The prettiest fountain spurts from between your thighs as you squirt over his face, your orgasm making you both moan in pleasure.

He keeps licking until you push him away. He comes up and smirks, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He smiles.

“She’s quite the performer.” He gives your pussy a gentle slap and you shut your legs, slapping his hand and smiling as you pant softly.

“Shut the fuck up.” You smile and kick his chest with your foot which he catches. He kisses your ankle.

“Was that a first for you?”

You feel the beat across your cheeks and he enjoys the sight of your normal brown shade turning a bit red. “What, getting head?” You ask confused.

He smiles and rolls his eyes. “No. I mean, squirting like that.”

“With a partner? Yes.”

He smirks, chest broadening as he flexes. You laugh again. “Oh fuck off, my wand could’ve done that for me.”

“But it didn’t. I did, and you know what?” He crawls up over your body and kisses you gently, carefully. “I enjoyed every part of it, didn’t you?”

You smile and move his messy curls from your faces. “Yeah, I did. I am.”

The way you caress his body has his cock stirring awake again. You smile and he blinks a few times. “Ahh.. shit. I didn’t bring a condom. Didn’t think i’d be getting this lucky.”

“I’m on the pill.”

His eyes widen. “You are? It’s not that I don’t trust you or anything. I mean I believe you, I just-“

You cut him off with another kiss, leaning over from under him to grab the tin from your bedside drawer. You lift the pills. “I never miss a day.”

He nods. “I’m clean.”

You smile and kiss him one last time. “So fuck me dirty.”

His cock twitches again. “You little vixen.”

He smirks and kisses your chest and neck again before positioning his cock at your entrace. He looks over your face and once he sees how badly you really want him, he slides his tip into you.

“Shit.” You moan and grasp his shoulders.

He grits his teeth and moans, his muscles tensing. “You’re so tight.”

You part your legs more. Luckily, the previous orgasm he gave you allowed his cock to slip right in, his cock nestled in you warmly. He moans and holds onto you.

“All good, baby?” He manages to say.

You nod and moan at the stretch. “Feels so fucking good.”

He smiles. “Still want me to fuck you dirty?”

His hips move in and out quickly three times before stopping with a slower thrust. You moan in unison and smile. “Mhm, want you to fuck me so hard so your cock knows exactly who it belongs to.”

He twitches inside of you and moans as he starts to slowly fuck you. The feeling of his skin on yours is softer than you imagined. His hips snap into yours, messy curls tickling your collarbone. He pistons his hips into you and moans into your neck.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good. Pussy’s so good.”

You moan and clench around his cock, lifting your legs a bit higher so he hits that spot. When he does your moans turn into higher pitched whimpers. Babbling and whining for him to fuck you harder.

He feels your pussy clench around him so tightly he sees stars. The sounds of your pretty moans, the way you moan his name, the way your pussy flutters around his cock, the way your pretty acrylics dig into the back of his neck. It’s all enough to send him over, but not without his girl.

He kisses you before circling your clit with his free hand. “Come for me, princess. I want you to make a mess of me.”

You whimper and arch your back, his cock hitting deeper. “Eddie..”

He moans and grunts, desperately holding onto his impending release. “Fuck.. come on baby. Need it so bad.”

He circles your clit faster and with a few more hard thrusts, you cover his cock with your release. Moaning with him as he fills you up with thick warm ropes of cum. He looks so pretty like this, lips parted and chest heaving red, pale fingers gripping your hips like a lifeline.

He flops down onto you but holds himself up weakly on one arm, careful not to crush you. His head rests on your chest and you both pant softly, coming down from your high.

You’re the first to break the silence.

“Eddie.” You say it so softly he thinks he’s already asleep.

“Hm?” He lifts his head, messy curls draped in a messy mane and sticking to his neck from sweat.

You smile and speak softly. “I have to pee.”

“Oh.” He snorts a bit embarrassed at how comfortable he got. He pulls out of you slowly and you both moan at the loss of warmth.

He can’t believe the sight in front of him. Your skin beautiful and the mixture of your release with his leaking down your thighs as you limp to the restroom.

When you go into the restroom, you use the toilet then look at yourself in the mirror. Hair tousled, makeup smudged, lipgloss completely faded and slight marks over your skin. You smile to yourself and open the door, surprisingly met with the naked metalhead.

“Everything okay?” You grin.

“Kinda have to piss too.” He grins, hands cupping his manhood.

“No yeah. Go ahead.”

You wash your hands and he empties his tank. It’s oddly domestic. He speaks softly.

“Hey. Weird question..”

You nod. “Shoot.”

He flushes and moves to wash his hands, cornering you into the sink as his chest is pressed against your back.

“This isn’t a one time thing is it?” He said it so simply but his facial expression gives him away. He steps away to dry his hands on the towel hanging on the rack.

“Do you want it to be?” You look over his face.

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Fuck no. I mean that was the best sex I ever had. But it’s not just that. I just, I know we’ve only been talking for a month but-“

“I feel the same Eddie.”

He smiles. “You do?”

You press a gentle hand to his chest. “You get me so well and you’re always on my mind.”

He smirks and wiggles his brows. “Even when you use your wand?”

You laugh. “Shut up! You’re ruining the moment.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” He places his hand over yours on his chest. “Sweetheart, let me take care of you. Be your boyfriend, give you free piercings huh? And more steamy sessions like we just had, what do you think?”

You smile and cup his face. “Give me what we just had twice a day and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

He laughs. “Insatiable woman.”

“That wasn’t a no.”

He smirks and holds your body to his. “Twice a day huh? Got yourself a deal.”

thank you for reading! i am no writer but i had the scenario in my head and im currently on bed rest so, here’s a gem hopefully. my inbox is open for moodboard requests <3

taglist: @eddiemunsonsbabygirl @4everdweeb @heav3nly-cupid

[pinknipszz]

POUND TOWN!

modern au, 18+, mdni pls

“sukuna,” you click your tongue, arms crossed over your chest as you stare at the tall, pink-haired man standing at your doorstep. he doesn’t look that different since you last saw him, wearing the same loose wife-beater tank top and grey sweatpants. your nose scrunches up when you catch a whiff of him, as if he can’t decide between cheap cologne, weed, or gym sweat. “what are you doing here?”

“got bored,” he deadpans, tilting his head slightly to catch a glimpse of your apartment through the gap, half-expecting a thing or two to look different. you only sigh and shake your head. sukuna has a strange habit of popping up out of nowhere, knocking on your door, stealing some food, and fooling around for a bit before disappearing for months. when you think sukuna is gone for good, he comes back. like a stray cat. 

you probably shouldn’t be taking in a stray so easily, especially one with claws, but how were you supposed to know that a simple conversation starter like “you smell like blue razz ice” would plant the seed of a beautiful friendship with the hottest plug in the city? it's a little unconventional but neither of you care. what irks you, though, is his shitty timing. “you can’t be here right now,” you say. “i’m busy with something.”

but instead of apologizing for disturbing your peace like any normal person, sukuna plants a foot against the door and pushes open with full-force. you yelp and jump back quickly before it slams against your face, but the drywall isn’t so lucky. you think you hear a loud crack. “what the hell is your–!” before you could finish, the bastard shoves past you and waltzes in like he owns the place. what a fucking bitch!

you lock the door, grumbling. seems like he hasn’t changed much in personality either. when you follow his trail and catch him digging through your fridge, you can’t bite back the sarcasm. “are you that much of a lousy deadbeat to go through girls’ apartments for food?” sukuna turns to flip you off before resuming his venture.

“i know you have more than fucking vegetables in here,” he scoffs, “where is the— gotcha.”

he pulls out your familiar container for leftovers. you don’t even remember what you cooked. it could’ve been weeks old, but sukuna clearly doesn’t have half the mind to care as he rips off the lid and eats with his free hand. “eugh. you’re disgusting,” rolling your eyes, you leave the kitchen and make your way towards the couch to continue your show. you doubt you’ll even enjoy yourself with him around, but whatever.

you won’t let that guy get to your head. just pretend he isn’t there. it's not that serious. the knots in your shoulders loosen when you lean back against the couch and reach for the remote to adjust the volume until sukuna’s shuffling is reduced to nothing but background noise. and it works for the most part. you don’t know how much time passes, maybe an hour or two, until you almost forget he's even there.

a heavy weight precariously plops beside you. cheap cologne, weed, gym sweat. they overwhelm your senses entirely. “breaking bad? is this some kind of joke? thought you said you were busy,” sukuna throws an arm over your shoulder and pulls you close. he doesn’t budge when you try to shove him away, so you resort to pinching his side instead, earning a sharp yelp from the young man. “obviously i am. and don’t get so full of yourself. you don’t even cook.”

he mutters a few words under his breath, probably something vile and venomous, but you couldn’t care less and revert your attention back to the tv. you've waited this long for the show's season finale, and you'll be damned if you let this bastard distract you. but sukuna thinks more with his dick than his brain, evident in the way that the hand on your shoulder slides down and finds your waist, rubbing small circles and squeezes tight on the meat of your flesh.

the episode continues, but you don’t even know what’s happening anymore. when you decide that it's futile to watch without any knowledge of what happened prior, you sigh inwardly and glance to your side. sukuna isn't even looking at the tv.scrolling through his phone, he looks bored and uninterested, as if there's a million other things he could be doing right now. but he’s here with you, holding you close, which is entirely unbecoming for a man like him.

your heart twinges. no, you scold yourself, not for him. anyone but him. sukuna is a stray cat that takes and takes and takes. a storm that wreaks havoc, leaves chaos and destruction in his wake before disappearing like mist. there’s always an underlying motive with him, one that forces you to pick apart his words and play detective for a mystery not worth divulging. 

“relax,” he tuts. but you can’t. not when his hand travels lower down your side, poking and prodding, teasing the waistband of your shorts. and when his fingertips finally melt into unmarred flesh, heat pools deep in your stomach. “sukuna,” comes his only warning. the man of the hour merely flashes a shit-eating grin before he grabs your jaw and presses his mouth to yours.

you taste the earth on his tongue. it’s sweet and smokey and slightly bitter. with a hint of fruit and leftovers from your fridge. strong arms wrap around you properly, holding you close, so close that his heart beats against your own. you kiss him back eagerly. sukuna’s hands move with intent, relearning parts of your body that were forgotten throughout your time apart. when he bites your lips raw, you whimper.

“i know baby, i know,” he hushes in between wet kisses. he pushes until your back hits the cushions underneath. sukuna climbs over and grabs your thighs with two strong hands, cock twitching in his pants at how your flesh spills between his fingers. he positions them over his shoulders and leans down for another a searing kiss. you’re smothered like this, rendered useless under the weight of him and your knees against the sides of your head, pushed far beyond a mating press.

you moan in his mouth when he grinds against you. “i know how much you miss me, miss my cock,” sukuna snarls out, jaw clenching with impatience as he tears through your shorts. the cold air slams against your cunt like a sledgehammer. the ceiling spins overhead. “i’m here, i’ll take care of you.” it’s a salacious promise that he seals with a tender kiss against your temple. you’re writhing, slurring his name as you blink blearily through the blood rushing to your head. he makes a show of pulling himself out of his pants.

sukuna runs a thumb over your folds before smearing the lewd concoction of slick and precum with the tip of his cock. the sight of your sopping hole is obscene, no doubt about it, but that hardly matters now. “put it in already,” you whine with tears collecting in your lashes, the position too taxing for your body. and for once, sukuna listens. he leans forward, groaning as he feeds inch after inch of his hard length into your aching hole. there’s a ring of pink stretched taut around him when he pulls back just slightly. you dig your painted nails in his bicep, squealing.

no matter how many times he’s fucked you, with three fingers or more, cock or toys, it always feels like the first time. “s–slow down–” comes a mewl from underneath him when he pushes in too eagerly. sukuna's eyes flit down to take in the sight of you, flushed out and gorgeous, and decides to tease your pitiful sensitivity. a loud moan is ripped from your throat when he pinches your clit. you try to squirm away.

“oh come on. quit pretending you don’t like it when i do that,” sukuna snickers, readjusting his grip on your plush waist before plunging in. hard. you wail at the motion, eyes fluttering close as the lines of your body arch up to meet him. when you’re like this, soft and pliant, sukuna pounds into you easily, molding your walls into the shape of his cock until your wet heat is nothing but a furnace for him to melt into. 

and then you feel his lips against your jaw, dry and chapped and dragging harshly. the rhythm he sets is nothing short of violent. your moans and his, ladened with the sounds of skin-on-skin, blend together in a filthy cacophony that you can hardly register over the thick scent of sex that leaves your head spinning. in between mindless thrusts, a pink tongue darts out to sample the sheen of sweat on your skin. you drool deliriously at the sensation.

then sukuna pulls back to watch you, your legs remaining in their rightful place over his shoulders. a hand travels down to where you are connected and collects your slick between two fingers. he smears it all over, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb against your clit before spreading your folds apart. “look at her,” he coos, grinning wickedly as he watches your greedy cunt swallow each sizable inch with each poignant snap of his hips. “what a delicious looking thing.”

“sukuna,” your lips fall open at the praise so invitingly that it’d be a crime not to take the opportunity. it’s a clash of teeth when he finally kisses you. sloppy and hungry and urgent, like a man who’s been starved for years. he drinks your moans and savors them, brushing against your tongue and gliding over the roof of your mouth, hips never ceasing their violent rhythm. when you realize the strange intimacy in this position, you feel the familiar, guttural sensation just beneath our gut.

and sukuna feels it too, the way your walls tighten around him. growling with newfound fervor, he leaves a string of spit when he pulls away to angle your hips and hammer against your cervix, eager to finish with you. screams echo across your apartment. he pants quietly, eyes ablaze and lips swollen from your incessant teeth. your body shivers and twitches from carnal ecstasy, addicted to the thick intrusion that nudges the deep bundle of nerves within you. a spot that only sukuna can reach.

the thought does something to you, because your body decides then to tense up against him, clamping hard around his perimeter and soaking his cock in squirt. although his hips stutter, sukuna doesn't relent and fucks through your tight walls. you cry out and hold him close, digging deep scores down the broad expanse of his back before sukuna finally empties himself with one last thrust. a full-body shudder racks through your body. the sensation tears a second orgasm from your twitching cunt.

through the ringing in your ears, you heave a sigh of content. your companion chuckles and collapses on top of you without bothering to pull out. “i’m coming back next week. got kicked out of my old place,” he suddenly mumbles in the crook of your neck, barely audible. you register his words through post-coital bliss. when you don't respond, he turns his head, but you're already looking at him. studying the expression on his face.

"fine," you concede. "but you better get a real job."

(masterlist) | (a/n: tell ur man to wash his pp before sex. idk if this gets a p.2)

[angstfactory]

LOCATION: The Moonlit Drive-In Open starter @cardinalstart

A shitty truck with rusting green paint swerved into the dirt lot early enough that most folks hadn't even arrived yet, so theoretically had its pick of any decent spot. But what Jesse wanted was the decent spot, the one that was smack dab in the middle aisle with a straight-on view of the screen and one of the better speaker poles left. However, this coveted spot was currently in use. If they had been in the vehicle, Jesse would have pulled up and demanded they beat it, he wasn't above causing a ruckus.

Fine, whatever. Doing the next best thing, he whipped into the spot directly in front of them, driving forward with the bed of his truck facing the screen. He pulled up obnoxiously close to their front bumper, almost certainly blocking their view as he angled the vehicle just-so on the slight hump to give himself the greatest view. There was a certain smug tilt to the corner of his lips as he cut the engine and lights, and hopped out with zero care that he'd be ruining another guest's experience. They should have known better than hogging up the prime spot.

Jesse rounded to the back of his truck and smacked down the tailgate, so he could start getting prepared to enjoy the next four-ish hours of tonight's double feature. He jumped up, going for the 55-gallon drum that did an ear-splitting grate across the metal as he dragged it along. Yep, he planned to light his own trash fire and roast some wieners over it, too. Think he was paying those expensive popcorn and nacho prices at the concessions stand? Hell no. Some franks and a six-pack did just fine.

The drum hit dirt just as he thought he heard approaching steps. "Yeah, what?" He looked that direction, almost itching for a problem. Jesse was keyed up tonight, for no good reason. Well, there were reasons, but nothing anybody else deserved to catch strays for.

[qiqi-media]

Don't know if it's because of the new movie release but I've been seeing a lot more of descendants the og movies resurfacing on different social medias and the Audrey comments have started back up again. One in particular that I've never liked

"Why is she doing all of that over a high school break up?"

For starters Descendants was about teenagers, all of their relationships were high school relationships. The "true love" couple had their true love's kiss while they were both still in high school. So to refer to Audrey and Ben as a "high school" relationship that's purposely downplaying her feelings and their relationship. I get being confused because Descendants goes back and forth with the canon. At the end of D1 she was fine and in Wicked World her life didn't drastically change because of their breakup. But in D3 that is what happened, her life drastically changed and she was treated like shit.

She lost all of her friends "There's nothing to lose when you're lonely and friendless" & "Why is she here." There was no reason why that had to have happen, Audrey was never shown to be so terrible to the point where if she wasn't dating Ben that everyone had to abandon her. Especially in D1 her actions were no worse than Jane's and Jane still kept her friends and were friends with the VKs. Jane in my personal opinion was worse than Audrey, at least to the Vks in D1. Her worst crime was laughing at Jane's hair and I'm not understanding why that's unforgivable in comparison to Mal trying to manipulate her with said hair. Chad was even more social in Auradon but Audrey is completely shunned and for what? Because she's not dating Ben? People were straight up ignoring her when she spoke and in canon Audrey up until that point hadn't done anything so cruel to where that would make sense. She wasn't any snarkier than Chad or Jane on occasions and definitely not worse than things the Vks did. The only explanation we can come to is that when she wasn't Ben's girlfriend she didn't matter to people anymore.

That's not even addressing her shitty ass family, they treated her like dirt because she wasn't in line for the throne anymore. (those were never Audrey's intentions btw) Her cousin, her mother, her Grandma all acted like she was a failure because she wasn't with Ben and more specifically because she "lost" Ben to their Family's enemy. Like she had any choice in the matter, Ben didn't even have the choice of when and how they broke up. So if she couldn't turn to her friends or her family who did she have?? Nobody she was isolated and alone. Other adults? Look at Belle she talked shit about her too. She had Chad but because Audrey knew she couldn't return his feelings she stopped relying on him after a certain point.

All of this because she and Ben broke up, because she wasn't next in line to become Queen of Auradon. (That's another thing, her acknowledging that if she and Ben stayed together forever would end up with her being Queen isn't her being thirsty for the crown. It's her preparing for her future that, yes she was looking forward to but she wasn't thirsty to marry him because if she was, her family seemed more than open to an arranged marriage. But there was never one, they were simply boyfriend and girlfriend.)

She lost her life long best friend too: Ben. Even if they truly made up post D3 we know their relationship would never be the same.

So trying to act like Audrey had an entire breakdown over the simple fact of their high school relationship ending is false.

"How was she not supposed to tie her self worth in dating Ben when people started treating her like a waste of space when she wasn't with him?"

[imaginespazzi]

Alright so I slept on it, distracted myself and I have now cooled down considerably. Since I am no longer looking at the game through completely rage-filled glasses, I can vent coherent thoughts now.

LAYUPS

FUCKING LAYUPS

Listen losing games is always hard, but the sheer stupidity that lost us this game is hard to discern in words and really starts with layups. We make literally 3 more, and we would have won. The most simplest there is in basketball and we decided that we wanted to suck at it. And look you don't make every shot, of course you don't but HOW MANY FUCKING OPEN LAYUPS CAN A TEAM MISS?

Brief positive interlude, before I start yelling: KK ARNOLD I LOVE YOU. I am so proud of this girl. A true competitor from start to finish. Never fucking scared of the moment, always ready to do everything she can.

Aubrey Griffin is starting to look like herself again. She was so good last night and everything we're used to seeing. Just keep healing bbg, we're gonna need you real bad.

Sarah Strong, consistent queen as per always but she made that freshman mistake at the end and while it would be hypocritical not to acknowledge it, I really can't hold it against her because homegirl was the only starter locked in from start to finish and for some fucking reason we didn't go to her nearly enough in the second.

And now let's get to the venting

Jana El Alfy I cannot keep defending this. YOU ARE 6 FUCKING 5. Look I have had so much to say about her not getting the time she deserves but oh my fucking god, I don't know if I can defend this anymore. Missing easy ass layups, somehow letting people a feet shorter shoot over you like??? I cannot

Kaitlyn Chen girl what the fuck are you here for? Cardio. She pleasantly surprised for me exactly two games but nope, I was right the first time. There is absolutely no reason, other than a likely promise Geno made while recruiting her, for her to be starting over KK.

Ashlynn Shade, you are so lucky girlie that you play with Paige and Azzi and they also both had shitty as fuck nights that I will address in a second because girl, that's the only thing saving you from not being lashed out into oblivion on other social media sites right now. I have absolutely no idea she was ever in the game let alone how she was getting minutes over KK. Defense? Atrocious. Offense? MISSING WIDE OPEN LAYUPS AND THREES. No one pissed me off more this game than Ash because shit should've been easy for her and instead she missed every single chance she had.

Paige saw all those tweets manifesting her freshman year Tennessee performance by a bunch of people who don't know anything else about that game except for the magical shot at the end and voila, she performed exactly like that. Maybe worse. And don't worry friends, I'll be yelling at her coach in a second but the one thing I can't complain about today is that he didn't put the ball in her hands because he did and we saw it in the assists but she didn't play up to the mark at all. And for as much as her performance was a classic case of shots not falling, her shot selection was uncharacteristically bad last night.

Y'all know that look Paige talks about when it comes to Azzi? The soft one? I saw that look on her face immediately as soon as her first shot didn't go in. And I knew it especially when KC was wide open under the basket and Azzi somehow missed her, that she was most definitely in her head. But the worst thing is, that I actually think she almost got back in rhythm, almost got rid of that look, almost got out of her head, by the end of the 2nd with the sequence of FTs > deflection > 3 and then all of that went to shit because she picked up those two quick fouls. And then she never got back into it again, partially because of her own self, partially because this team still isn't doing enough to screen for her/run plays for her and partially because her coach was doing the most ridiculous subbing routine with her. Making her play the third with 3 fouls, then she finally hits a 3 at the end AND THAT'S WHEN HE BENCHES HER? Keeps her out of the game in first 5 minutes of the 4th, lets her lose any semblance of rhythm and then subs her in? I don't even know what to say.

Geno Auriemma WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU

This man had the audacity to sit in the press conference and blame every fucking thing on Paige when he, our hall of fucking fame coach, made the most costly mistake of this whole game with that dumb as fuck timeout. STUPID STUPID STUPID

And then of course the lineups and substitutions, ridiculous shit.

SIGH

The worst thing is, I don't think Tennessee beat us last night. We broke the press. We held them to 7-28 from 3. The boxscore has us beating them in so many places but at the end, we beat ourselves.

And it all comes down to the fact that maybe we just don't have the mentality.

Last night really drained a lot of optimism from me but these are my girls and the potential is infinite. I'm always gonna be rooting for them and little itty bitty hopeful part of me will always think we can win it all but I think, we're gonna need a lot of things to just miraculously go right.

[patscorner]

So Much More

Summary: After a bad day, you seek comfort in your girlfriend.

wc: 2,032

Contains: slightly suggestive...?

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To say it'd be a bad day would be an understatement. For starters, you woke up alone, instead of intertwined with your girlfriend, like you usually would. Waking up next to KK was easily one of your favorite things to do, basking in the quiet mornings you have together.

But today, she had an early morning practice to go to, so you woke up relishing in the ghostlike scent that she'd left behind. Not only that, but you woke up with a headache right over your eyebrows, making it hard to do easy tasks such as keeping your eyes open. But you had three hours till you had to go to work, and you didn't want to hear your boss bitch about how you'd called in too late. You really didn't feel like being written up, so you dragged yourself out of bed and trudged to the kitchen.

You put a bagel in the toaster and decide to make some coffee. That's mistake number one because as you go to lift the mug, your knee gives out, and in an attempt to steady yourself, the hot coffee spills all over your KK’s shirt. Quickly, it starts to burn, so you swiftly put the mug down and take the wet shirt off. You curse as you pull the shirt off and use it to clean up some of the coffee that's spilled on the floor.

Wait…what's burning?

Your eyes widen as your head snaps to the toaster, watching as gray smoke wafts through the air. “Shit, shit, shit!” You pop the toaster and pull the bagels out, wincing as the charcoal bread stings your fingers. “Motherfucker!” You exclaim, frustratedly giving up. Guess no breakfast for you.

Definitely another mistake, but at that moment, you didn't care.

You stomp into your bedroom and begin searching for the outfit of the day. Normally, you enjoy this process, but when you notice that KK had forgotten to do the laundry before she left, your hope dwindled. Finally, though, you made your way out of the house and to your car. You sigh heavily as you notice a white ticket in your window. This isn't the first time you'd gotten an unnecessary ticket, but being a transfer, they hadn't put your name in the system yet, so you just had to deal with the growing stack of white papers in your glove compartment.

The day drags on as you feel yourself growing increasingly overwhelmed. As another disgruntled customer complains to your boss about how you refused to take their expired coupon, you grow even more eager for your lunch break. The routine was always the same, you'd take your break and call KK, who was usually doing homework or hanging out with Ice and Paige, and you'd rant about your shitty customers and boss. And KK would listen and add her own comments, never failing to lighten the mood. But a frown makes its way to your face as you call KK twice, and you get no answer. You notice she hasn't answered your messages since she sent the ‘good morning’ text.

You text her again before slamming your phone frustratedly down on the table. You ignore the stares you get as you fight the tears threatening to fall. You get up from your chair, the wood scraping on the tile floor of the café. Fuck it, you'll eat in your car.

Finally, finally, the day is over. Finally, you get your car and drive away from the job that doesn't pay you nearly enough for what you go through every day. Finally, you pull into the college dorm parking lot and sigh as you notice your neighbor parked in your spot again. Finally, you walk past that same neighbor’s door, having no energy to argue about it. Finally, you approach your door and groan as you hear Sexyy Red blasting on the other side. Finally, you open the door and you smile as you finally see your girlfriend.

Your smile falters as you look around the room and notice there are 4 more people in your home than what you want there to be. KK must've invited Paige, Ice, Azzi, and Aubrey over after practice. You feel frustration brewing inside of you as you see the mess they've made of your dorm. KK is on live, doing a talent show with Aubrey and Ice standing behind her, doing some dance. Paige and Azzi are sitting off-camera, Azzi's legs over Paige's, the blonde's hand rubbing Azzi’s leg lovingly.

Gross.

They don't notice you walk in, but they do notice when you put slam your bag down on the table.

“Oh, hey, baby.” KK says, barely sparing you a glance. It hurts, of course, and normally, you'd have said something. But with two thousand people watching, as well as four other unwanted guests, you hold your tongue. Instead of answering her, you walk over to her and wrap your arms around her waist, resting your head on her shoulder.

You and KK weren't a secret. You were just really private about how much of your relationship was on the internet. Knowing this, you didn't think it'd be that big of a deal if you were close, and even if it would send shockwaves through the internet, you were too tired to care. Apparently, KK hadn't noticed your gloomy mood, or if she did, it didn't stop her from shrugging you off and muttering something along the lines of ‘we're on live’. You back away immediately, unwrapping your arms from her completely.

“Are you fucking serious?” You say taking a couple steps away from her.

You watch her eyes widen as she glances between you and the live. You already know you're gonna regret doing this in front of everyone.

“You don't answer my texts all fucking day, and then when I come home, I find out that have you've been on your phone, you'd just rather fuck around with random people than spare your girlfriend a text.” At this point, Aubrey had ended the live, and she and Ice had migrated to the couch awkwardly.

“What the hell is your problem!? You can't curse on live!” She asked bitterly. You and KK rarely fight, and never in front of people, so this was so new for everyone around you. Usually, you'd talk this out later when you were both much calmer, but now, it's too much.

You scoff dryly. “Me cursing is seriously what you're worried about right now?!”

“Bab-”

“No, don't fucking ‘baby’ me. After the shit day I had, all I wanted to do was come to a clean and mostly empty house, and as much as I love to clean up after you and your friends, it wasn't necessarily on my agenda tonight.” Tears have started to fall at this point, all of your emotions from today finally boiling over.

You frustratedly wipe your tears away. “Fuck.” You whimper quietly. KK knows you, inside and out, and she knows when you're angry at her, or if your irritation is just misplaced. She quietly grabs your hand and leads you into your bedroom, hand on your waist, closing the door softly behind you.

“What's going on, baby? What happened?” She sat on the bed, against the headboard, and pulled you onto her so you were straddling her. Your cries haven't stopped, and your silent tears have turned into sobs as you lay your head on her chest. It's been a long day, and all you could do was cling to her shirt like your life depended on it. She wraps her arms around your back, gently rubbing circles under your shirt.

“Shh, I know, baby, I know, it's gonna be okay.” She whispered, kissing just above your ear, on the crown of your head. You cry for god knows how long, KK never stopping her words of comfort. She knows that in times like this, logic doesn't matter.

You sigh deeply into her chest, hiccuping as you feel yourself starting to relax. Your sobs turn into cries, which turn into soft sniffles. She feels your body relax into hers, almost as if you've melted. “Do you wanna talk about it?” She spoke softly into your ear.

You pull away, and her hands cup your face to wipe your tears. You smile at her gesture before nodding. “It's just been a long day. I didn't feel good when I woke up, and I got another ticket, and work was shitty, and you didn't answer when I called you on break, and that bitch parked in my spot again and-”

“Baby, baby, take a deep breath. You're gonna work yourself up again.” She's right, and you know it. You sigh as you plop your face back onto her chest.

She laughs lightly. “I'm sorry I didn't call you, baby, I completely lost track of time after practice. It won't happen again.” She kisses your head.

“It better not. Next time I'll just beat your ass.” you say playfully. She smiles, her hands dropping to your thighs. “I have no doubt- speaking of which, do you need me to beat up that lil’ girl downstairs? This is like the third time she's done that shit.” You laugh, placing your hands on her chest, leaning in to peck her lips.

“Mmm… I missed you.” She murmurs before leaning in to kiss you again. You grin as you ball her shirt up in your hands, pulling her closer, your lips just grazing hers. “I missed you, too.”

She groans as she smashes her lips against yours. The kiss turns heated quickly, and as much as you'd like to continue, you know there's people in your house. So reluctantly, you pull away, and ignore KK's protests as you stand up.

“C'monnn, man.” She whines, reaching for you as you grab a towel. “I'm gonna wash my day away. I'll be back.” You whisper, pecking her lips again, dodging her grabby hands. “You're so fucking lame.” She groans as you walk out of the room. You see the girls playing a game of uno, SZA playing low in the background. Paige lets out a sigh of relief when she sees you.

“Thank God. Time was almost up.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion before Ice looks up and groans. Paige laughs as she digs into her pocket and pulls out a twenty dollar bill.

“You couldn't have waited-” She checks her phone. “-Two more minutes?” Ice deadpans. You raise your eyebrows and Ice cowers a little bit. “What the fuck are you talking about?” You ask.

“I told Ice that you two weren’t fucking, she said that if fifteen minutes went by, you definitely were.” Paige shrugged. “You saved my wallet.”

You gape at Azzi, who's shaking her head. “Do not look at me. I told them you'd beat their ass.”

“You're a fucking idiot.” You say looking at Paige.

“That's what I said.” Azzi mutters.

“How?! Ice did the exact same thing, yell at her, too.”

“Why the fuck are either of you betting on our relationship?” You raise your voice, but you're not being serious, and they know that.

“That's what I said.” Azzi repeats.

“Yo, who's side are you on?” Paige turns to her. Azzi raises her eyebrows. “You're an idiot, and I will always stand by that.”

The room erupts into laughter as you shake your head. “Yo, yo, wait, how scared was KK?” Aubrey asks through her laughter.

“I wasn't scared!” KK calls from the room.

“That face you made before you went in begs to differ.” Paige calls back.

“Girl boo, can you shut the fuck up?” KK shouts back.

You shake your head as you head to the bathroom, the laughter quieting as you walk further away from it.

Even though your day was shit, and even if you broke down, you know that no matter what, KK would be there for you.

And as you showered, you thought about how she had already been through so much with you, and you know that, without a doubt, she's willing to go through so much more.

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[cherryredcheol]

gotta catch 'em all

tldr: svt as pokemon gym leaders a/n: everything i know about pokemon i learned from a shitty ex.

seungcheol: fire 

maybe it’s the leo in me recognizing the leo in him, but i just see him as so fiery. strong and unflappable he would most certainly be a fire-type gym leader. fire is a starter type, so just like him, it’s classic and stable, reliable above all else. 

companion: incineroar

jeonghan: flying

most of these pokemon are based on birds or bugs. similar to him, they may seem fragile or soft, but in reality, they are resilient and strong, especially in a team or paired with something else. 

companion: noibat

joshua: fairy

considered to be feminine and gentle, fairy types are usually beautiful. however, they can be very powerful. don’t underestimate them! like him, they may be considered decorations for aesthetics but can be handy allies. 

companion: sylveon

jun: psychic

very intelligent but a little weird, like him! these pokemon derive their power from mental ability and can be a little offputting at first. as you get to know them they endear themselves to you. jun takes a while to open up, but give him time and it’ll be worth it. 

companion: munna

soonyoung: electric

rare and special, these pokemon have few weaknesses. though many of these pokemon are small, they are mighty. they produce electricity and are incredibly fast. like him, they are dynamic and interesting. 

companion: ampharos

wonwoo: normal

they may look unassuming but don’t get it twisted, these pokemon can be powerhouses. they just need to decide they want to do that. often overlooked for flashier types, these pokemon are reliable, stable, and strong. don’t underestimate them. 

companion: eeve 

woozi: ghost

these elusive pokemon are rare, few pure ghost-type creatures exist. they live in dark places and often keep to themselves, like himself, but don’t let this fool you, they are playful and tricky. they may have a bad reputation based on assumption but don’t judge a book by its cover. 

companion: banette

seokmin: grass

so stable, like his vocals. many grass types are based on plants, not actual grass. he gives nature vibes so strongly. connected to the earth and grounded, he would absolutely be a grass type gym leader. can appear a little bit cowardly but is ultimately strong witha gentle disposition. 

companion: sunflora

mingyu: fighting

i know he’s a gentle giant and absolutely would not hurt a fly. but fighting-type pokemon are protective and strong, like gyu! their evolutions often show them getting bigger and stronger, much like we’ve seen him get bigger, stronger, and more confident as time has gone on. 

companion: hitmontop

minghao: dragon

ancestral and revered as dieties, these pokemon are hard to catch and exceedingly rare. they’re incredibly independent, like hao. he definitely gives deity vibes and desendes from royalty himself. he’s so regal and carries himself in such a way that this makes compete sense to me. 

companion: dragonair

seungkwan: poison

quick and a little toxic, these pokemon would be a great match for kwannie. this type is often forgotten or overlooked but they are resilient and strong. some posion type pokemon are depicted as ninjas, celebrating their strength and stealth. 

companion: swalot

vernon: bug

these pokemon are bright and fast, two things not necessarily associated with vernon, but these creatures like seclusion and isolation. they evolve quickly, never staying as one thing for too long. 

companion: spidops

chan: rock

these pokemon are strong, but also have the most weaknesses among any other type of pokemon. they often rely onother pokemon in battle, like channie relies on his hyungs. that’s not to say they can’t hold their own, they absolutely can, they just maybe prefer not to. 

companion: gigalith

[wist0ragic]

#☆ yandere glamrock freddy !¡ headcanons

(this is my first time writing something so bear with me 😭 it was kinda rushed near the end)

cw: possessive behaviour, overprotectiveness, slightly controlling, slight stockholm syndrome, slightly manipulative, typical yandere behaviour you would expect

- for starters as you would expect and just like everyone else would agree, glamrock freddy is a much more tame yandere

- he’s definitely not out for blood and would in no way physically harm you or others unless absolutely pushed to do so (and only then he would hurt others if absolutely necessary)

- but he will absolutely guilt trip you with those sweet eyes of his and insist that he’s the only one who could really protect you and keep you safe from the harsh reality of the world and all of its cruelties

- whether you’re an employee at the mega pizza plex or simply a customer who stops by when they can, you manage to catch the bots eye on day one

- for example let’s say we went with the idea that you were an employee that worked for the massive place, it would be your first day and of course the usual anxieties of starting something new start to overwhelm you a little

- especially since your main duties would be maintenance work on the big four

- and who else but freddy would immediately pick up on the fact that you were nervous on your first day and happily offer guidance and reassurance

- i mean he practically spends the whole day with you glued to your hip, or at least as much as he can, what with being the big man himself

- but as soon as any shows or birthday parties were finally over with freddy would immediately find his way to wherever you were and fret over how you were doing without him

- had you taken enough breaks? did you drink enough water? did you have something to eat on break? have customers and coworkers been nice to you? have his band mates been treating you well? did you miss him?

- all of these are questions that freddy would fire off rapidly due to worry

- eventually, after some time working at the pizza plex, you open up to freddy about how the monotony of work was getting to you

- and that having to deal with shitty coworkers and customers five days a week was utterly exhausting

- that’s when the idea clicked in the bots head

- freddy could tell you were tired and so who better than him to rescue you from all of that stress and nonsense?

- he just knew that he was the only who could keep you happy and content, even if that meant locking you away in his room

- “but superstar… you shouldn’t have to worry about such silly things like work. you’re too precious to be so stressed out and tired. so let me take care of you from now on. I promise I can make you happy in here with me. It’ll be just us…. forever and ever”

- and a part of that delusional offer does sound tempting you have to admit, to have the glamrock freddy care for you and look after you, but at the end of the day escape still lingered in the back of your mind

- the same could be said if you were a customer as well

- only difference is that freddy would have first met you after his performance, he recognized you from all the cheering you did, it was incredibly endearing

- after that freddy would eagerly wait for you, counting down the days until your next visit and celebrating each and every time you stopped by

- but he would still just as easily find a way to convince you to come with him in his room to spend time together

- “come on superstar! it’s been too long since we last got to hang out, let’s catch up in my room! i have plenty of time before my next show”

- and who wouldn’t trust the big ol’ sweetheart?

- that’s when you would find yourself with the door locking heavily behind you and freddy managing to slip you a nighttime candy or two

- “shhh now superstar, i’ve got you, you’re finally safe now with me” and that would be the last thing you hear before your whole world slowly fades to black

“we were meant for each other, no one else can love you the way i do, so let’s stay together forever…. alright?”

[stereopticons]

On This Day in Schitt's Creek: April 29

2019

gay sex starter kit [david/patrick, E, 4,757] by mihaly

Patrick may be emotionally and mentally ready to bottom for David, but he is in no way physically ready to take David's massive cock. David has an idea to get him there.

Hurts 2B Human [david/patrick, T, 2,523] by @wildxwiredmakes

David has never enjoyed his birthdays, mostly because he’s never had anyone to celebrate with. Sure, there were people, but they were just bodies, just faces beaming up at him with fake sincerity as he bought yet another round of drinks. His birthdays always reminded him how alone he was... — OR what I think would happen if David didn’t go to dinner with Patrick on his birthday.

Let Me Be Your Prince Charming [david/patrick, NR, 3,113] by deathbysandblk

David's POV of the night in "Damsel in Distress"

2021

[Podfic] birth is a curse (and existence a prison) | written by monsterbate [david/patrick, M, podfic] by Tipsy_Kitty

“You’ve seen Beauty and the Beast, David.” Alexis is trimming her nails again. They seem to be growing faster than usual, like David’s hair, which is a thing he is not going to dwell on. “The Emma Watson vehicle?” Stevie scoffs. “Are you claiming to have never seen the original Disney masterpiece?” “Okay, excuse me for not remembering an early 90s cartoon like some kind of manual for living or something—” “Anyways, this is that. You’re trapped in an enchantment of your own screw-ups. Congratulations.” Stevie throws her hands wide like some bastardization of jazz hands. “Wait—am I Dan Stevens in this situation? Because that’s not going to work. Like, at all.”

[Podfic] Save the Date [david/patrick, G, podfic] by Amanita_Fierce @hagface @schittyfic

“I could go with you,” David offers tentatively. “Pretend to be your date?” An almost fake dating fic. [Podfic of "Save the Date," written by schittposting]

All the doors I closed one time will open up again [david/patrick, G, 100] by @simplymarleycat

A drabble where David's dreams take him back, but his present quickly reminds him of the truth.

Basically His Only Friend [alexis & johnny, NR, 1,414] by jmda4

(Takes place during 5x13 The Hike) Minutes after realizing that she'd miss her family, Alexis feels her stomach drop when she checks her phone and sees a stream of missed texts from Stevie."Your Dad's in the hospital. They don't know what's wrong.""We're at Elmdale Hospital. He was having chest pain and couldn't breathe.""Alexis?"

Budd is a dud! Vote Sands. [stevie/twyla, T, 7,718] by @samwhambam

Her and Twyla are friends. Not great friends. But friends who get high together at parties and have known each other for a long time. And up until right now, she thought they were better friends than a shitty, mean campaign slogan. The enemies to lovers fic where Stevie and Twyla are both running for the same seat on town council.

David Rose vs the House Hippo [david/patrick, T, 1,100] by @mostlyinthemorning

David and Patrick’s new house comes with a surprise tenant and David’s not sure how he feels about it. Patrick, on the other hand, is very excited.

Do we soon forget the things we cannot see? [david/patrick, t, 5,516] by @kiwiana-writes

David grimaces. He doesn’t not believe in ghosts, and he’s watched enough horror films in his time to know that summoning them on purpose does not, in fact, seem like a great idea. “Is that really a high school slumber party thing, though?”

Fall Off a Bridge, Please [david/patrick, T, 7,661] by @hagface

“I told you,” he says, “You’ve got to answer a question.” “You never said I had to do anything,” David bites back, the pitch of his voice climbing ever higher. “If you’re that hung up on semantics I should clarify that it’s actually a riddle.” “A riddle!” David knows he’s yelling now because he can hear his voice echoing down the bank and through the trees. “What are you,” he asks, “some kind of troll?” “Actually—” the man smiles again, “—yes.” OR: Patrick is a troll who guards the Schitt's Creek bridge. David must answer his riddles in order to cross into Elmdale, where he works at The Blouse Barn.

I had a thought dear, however scary [david/patrick, G, 511] by petrichor_apothecary

Patrick does a bit of thinking a couple weeks before proposing to David.

so this is the miracle that i've been dreaming of [david/patrick, T, 10,335] by @hullomoon

After finally accepting the arranged marriage his parents made, David meets Patrick. Sparks fly and now David has to figure out whether he will follow through with the marriage or be with Patrick.

The Guestbook of David Rose and Patrick Brewer [gen, G, 900] by @landofsonlali

“A home isn't always the house we live in. It's also the people we choose to surround ourselves with.” — The House in the Cerulean Sea A look through the entries in David and Patrick's wedding guestbook

2022

You're As Cold as Ice [david/patrick, g, 1,026] by mindswindowsdoors

The door to the guest room squeaks open and David hears his husband's frustrated sigh. "David, what are you doing?" "Sleeping. What does it look like?" He doesn't care how petulant he sounds. "Baby, would you please come to bed?" "I am in bed. And we are not doing baby."

2023

Mother's Intuition [marcy & patrick, T, 1,027, CW: self-harm] by elifisher96

Marcy is worried about her son and one day realizes her intuition was right.

Oceans and Puddles [david/patrick, E, 12,804] by @wordthieve

A collection* of missing moments from You Can Fall *aspirational

The Happy Years [david/patrick, T, 71,914] by 1ethereal1

The Brewer-Rose Family and their crazy lives in Schitt's Creek. ------ Continuation of The Younger Years

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017, 2018, 2020, or 2024 2019: 3 fics/10,393 words 2021: 11 fanworks (9 fics, 2 podfics)/35,293 words 2022: 1 fic/1,026 words 2023: 3 fics/85,745 words Total: 18 fanworks (16 fics, 2 podfics)/132,457 words

[uncny-ba]

who / what: open starter by arkady rasputin for @armageddonfm when / where: the bearded lady (or wherever you want, девочка)

❝ She’s been dead for hundred years, and she wants me to take her place, ❞ Arkady heaved a heavy sigh, drawn out longer than comfortable. He has been drinking again, having spent his hours of free time drowning in alcohol. The storm might be gone, the wastelands once again open for jobs, which should be good for his personal finances, but some things never change. He let out a quick burp, louder than expected, before continuing his drunken tirade, oblivious to the identity of the unfortunate person next to him, ❝ Tell me, would you leave city for itty bitty shitty hovel in wastelands? ❞

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 16 Prompt: Angst Themed Sentence Starters

3. I don’t know what you want from me. and 5. I don’t want to fight with you. Not tonight.

Tags: Established Relationship, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mentions of Past Child Neglect, Protective Eddie Munson

wc: 1184 | Rating: T

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“I don’t know what you want from me!” Steve shouts, arms thrown in the air.

He’s glued to the floor in their living room watching as Eddie stalks up and down the length of the room in the dim glow of their Christmas tree. Steve’s hands are clutched around the cordless phone, double-checking that he properly hung it up.

The last thing he needs is for his mother to overhear the argument currently going on.

The same argument that happens every year, without fail.

An unofficial tradition that Steve fucking hates.

“I want you to stand up for yourself!” Eddie shouts back.

Their voices may be raised, but they’re not screaming at each other. At least, not in the ways they were raised too. Their voices may be loud, but they don’t hurl insults at each other. Nor do they shout directly at each other, shouting their concerns into the void of the room instead.

“I do stand up for myself!” Steve defends, crossing his arms.

“Not when it comes to them!” Eddie growls, flippantly waving his hand in the air. “I thought we decided after last year's disaster that we weren’t going to put up with it anymore. If your parents wanted to be in our lives, they’d be there for us every day and not just on the choice fucking holiday so you’re mom can take her family picture that conveniently always makes me look terrible.”

“I know. Okay? I know we said that!” Steve uncrosses his arms, one hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. The other hangs limply by his thighs, opening and closing into a fist, tethering him to the moment. “But they’re still my parents!”

Eddie scoffs, shaking his head. “Just because a piece of paper says they’re your parents doesn’t make it true.”

“I know, but—“

“No! No buts! They’re shitty people, Steve! I’m not going to apologize for saying that because it’s the truth! They only want you around when it's convenient for them and then they leave. You might not see it, but every time they walk out that door you turn into that lonely, abandoned teenager you’ve worked so hard to grow from! I’m not going to let them keep doing that to you!”

“Eddie,” Steve huffs. He’s not wrong, not in the slightest. But it still stings hearing it. Knowing that even though he tries to hide how he feels when his parents walk out the door every year, Eddie sees. That he hurts just as much as Steve does.

“What if it was my dad who called and said, “Clear you’re scheduled for the 20th, we’re having Christmas dinner since I’m going out on Christmas but still need to show face with my friends and see you?” What if he did it every fucking year for seven years, only to bitch and moan about every little thing? Questioning my life choices, talking shit about the man I’ve become because I didn’t live up to his expectations. Making snide comments about you when he thinks you’re not listening. Would you let him keep coming?”

“Of course not!”

“Then you understand where I’m coming from!” Eddie says, slowly making his way over to Steve. “I wish things were different. I wish your parents saw you for the amazing man you are. Saw us for all the work we’ve done to better ourselves. But they don’t. They never will. And I’m tired of pretending for a few hours every year to be okay with their bullshit. You deserve better than that.”

“I—“ Steve breaks, the first tear racing down his cheek before he can even register what’s happening.

He’s wrapped in Eddie’s arms in an instant, pushed and flushed with his warm chest. His shirt is soft, soothing the prickly feeling spreading across his own cheeks as he lets the tears fall. Eddie holds him, strong and firm. Rocks him slowly in his arms, and runs a hand soothingly up and down his back. Whispers encouragement into the wild tufts of hair on the top of his head.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie coos. “It’s okay. S’gonna be okay.”

“I don’t want to fight with you,” Steve hiccups, pulling away from Eddie’s embrace. “Not tonight. Not ever.”

“I don’t want to fight with you either.” With a gentle hand, Eddie swipes the tears from Steve’s eyes before cradling his face in his hands. “Especially not about your parents. Maybe about your questionable taste in movies—“

“Hey!” Steve laughs, swatting at Steve’s chest. “You’re the one with the questionable taste.”

Eddie hums, shaking his head. “Keep telling yourself that, big boy.”

They stay like that for a few moments, wrapped in each other's embrace. Letting the tension ease from their bodies and minds. The air in the room already feels lighter, the lights on the trees twinkling brighter.

But there’s still a weight pressing on Steve’s chest. One he knows isn’t going to go away until he figures this out. Once and for all.

“What should I tell them?” he mumbles, words nearly lost amongst the quiet hum of their space heater.

“You could tell them we’re going on vacation? Or that we already made plans.”

“I don’t want to lie to them,” Steve sighs, feeling the pressure building behind his eyes again. “If I tell her that she’ll want to see pictures or hear stories and then it's one lie after another.”

“You could tell them the truth?” Eddie suggests, arms wrapping around Steve again. “Tell them that they don’t deserve to spend Christmas with you because of the way they’ve treated you. That we don’t need their negative energy in our lives.”

Steve grimaces. He wishes he could have a conversation with his mom. Wishes they had the type of relationship that allowed him the grace, to be honest with her. To give her space to listen and hopefully learn. But they don’t. They never have. All that will get Steve is an earful of guilt and yelling, followed by a call from his father about he broke his mother.

Still, what other choice does he have?

If he doesn’t want to lie, the truth is the only other option.

“Will you stay by me while I make the call?”

“Of course, sweetheart. M’not going anywhere.”

“Okay,” Steve says, letting the plan take shape in his head. “Okay. I’m going to tell her the truth.”

“I’ll be the whole time,” Eddie says, squeezing Steve’s hand. “But if she starts yelling, I will grab that phone and hang up on her. You understand that, right?”

“I think you hanging up on my mom is the kindest thing you could do to her.”

“Damn right, it is!” Eddie laughs. “Now come on, let’s rip this bandaid off so we can start planning what we’re actually going to do now that we have the 20th free.”

“I’m sure you already have ideas.” Steve laughs, watching as Eddie’s eyes light up as they drink him from head to toe.

“Yeah,” he says, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip. “I’ve got a few ideas up my sleeve.”