#i'm going to have the conversation with him either this tuesday or next...

[slippery-minghus]

okay also... not that it's a bad thing about him as a person at all... but if i'm gonna be in a relationship with someone... fuck if i wanna be able to have an intelligent conversation with them. even if there's only a few topics we line up on in that manner. just please, anything other than usually-one-sided conversations about fandom.... 😮‍💨

[sturnioloszn]

ICE BOUND (1) - M.S

summary; you accompany your father to his coaching session when your eyes land on his star player and captain, matt sturniolo.

warnings; smut, oral (blowjob), throat-fucking, praising, begging, dirty talk, pet names (just pretty girl lmao), think that's it?

a/n; it was a veryy close poll, but ice hockey matt won by the slightest. also, my next post will be about a taglist, and if you want to be part of it, more info will be there!

P2, P3

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It was mid-december, and thick snow covered the ground. The icy winds still managed to bring me goosebumps even when I was wrapped in a large jacket, gloves, a beanie, and a scarf. The snow beneath my worn down shoes crunched with each step I took, and small snow flakes landed on the exposed areas of my face.

"Thanks for coming, y/n," my dad speaks from next to me, breaking me out of my thoughts. We were currently walking through the parking lot to reach the entrance of the local ice rink. I offered to watch one of my dad's practice sessions. Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday, he was down to this rink training his team of players, readying them for the tournament that was quickly arriving.

"Of course," I say, flashing a small smile. We finally enter the building, a surge of hot air hitting us. I instantly start taking my layers off, discarding them in one of the lockers. I was now much more comfortable in my baggy jumper and jeans.

I made my way to the rink, claiming my spot on one of the back row benches. Not many people came to the practice sessions, usually a parent or some friends, but that was it.

After a few moments, I saw a group of boys alongside my dad walk out of the locker room and onto the ice. My dad forced them to do three laps around the rink to warm up and then the practice actually began.

I watched them intensely, swinging their sticks and making the puck fly from one end of the rink to the other. I knew the basic rules due to the fact that my dad was literally an ice hockey coach, and I grew up around the sport.

After half an hour or so of this, I noticed one of the guys had a 'C' on his jumper. C? Captain? I never knew my dad allocated a captain already. Usually, he likes to mention random stuff like that, but I don't remember him ever talking about this.

Brown strands of hair peaked out through his helmet, and he proudly wore the number 4 and the surname 'Sturniolo' on his back. I don't even recall seeing him on the team at all. I guess the last game I came to see was about a year ago. Still though, kid managed to place captain in less than a year. He must be an ice hockey prodigy or some shit.

My focus remains on him the rest of the time. He glided smoothly on the ice, and his passes were clean. It was clear to see why he was captain. He must have felt me burning holes into the back of his head, and his eyes met mine. I instantly move to look at my shoes. Shit. That's embarrassing.

After almost two hours of practice, they begin to wrap up, and they all head towards the locker room. The last off the ice was the one and only prodigy himself. I walk down the benches as he skates off the ice and takes off his helmet, giving me a clearer view of his face. I go sit next to him on the bench as he's undoing his skates.

"That was a good game," I initiated the conversation, looking down at his red hands fiddling with the laces.

"Thanks, you watch often?" He asks, turning his head to look at me.

"Um, not really, but I know a thing or two," I say, giving a sly smile. He chuckles before looking back to his skates.

"Yeah? Who y'here for?" He asks again, probably referring to one of his teammates. He must think I'm either one of their girlfriends or one of their sisters. Well, I'm neither.

"Your coach," I reply. My answer makes his head snap to look at me; there's a look of shock played on his face. "I'm his daughter," I clarify, smiling once again.

"Oh. I was worried for a second," he breathes out. I tilt my head to look at him.

"Why would you be worried?" I question. He finally pulls his skates off his feet and replaces them with a beat-up pair of air force 1s. Sitting so close to him gives me the opportunity to really look at his face. He has a strong jawline, with defined cheekbones and a beautiful side profile. His hair was a similar shade to mine, and it was parted down the middle. But his most shocking feature was his icy blue eyes; from far away, they looked brown, but up close, they were a beautiful light, frost blue.

"Because a pretty girl like you can do much better than a man like him," he admits, turning to place his attention fully on me. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks, and I'm sure it doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"That's still my dad, watch your mouth," I say, swallowing down my butterflies. He raises his eyebrows and puts his hand up surrendering.

"You know I meant age, you can do better, age wise," he explains.

"Alright then, how old are you?" I ask boldly.

I can tell my question caught him off guard, but nevertheless, he answers, "I'm 19, you?". I tell him I'm the same age, and he just nods. I don't like his silence. It felt wrong. Hearing his voice felt... right? I quickly think of something else to ask to keep the conversation going.

"So... you haven't been here long, have you?". I'm pulling at straws, but it doesn't matter. He explains that he recently moved to Boston with his family and that he needed to find a new team to join so that he could keep up ice skating, so here he was.

I then asked him about being captain and how the hell he managed to claim that title so quickly. He said something about leadership and blah blah blah. To be completely honest, I wasn't listening; I was too busy drowning in his eyes to hear anything that was coming out of his pretty lips. His lips. They were the perfect shade of pink, and they looked so soft and plump. Fuck. He looked so kissable.

I took another look at his face, a dusty pink had settled onto his cheeks, and the beads of sweat that were previously on his forehead had dried down. Every now and again, he'd also rake his hand into his scruffy hair, trying to adjust it, and every time he did do that, I'd nearly melt. He looks edible.

"Are y'even listening?" He asks, narrowing his eyes. I'm slapped back into reality when I realised that I was, in fact, not listening.

"Um..totally...?" I reply. I didn't even convince myself, let alone him.

"What're you thinkin' about?" He asks. He doesn't even care that I wasn't listening. He cares more about what was occupying my mind instead of being pissed about what was coming out of his mouth.

That's a rare trait that many hockey players do not have. Self-awareness. That the world doesn't spin around them. But little did he know that it did spin around him because even though I wasn't paying attention to him speaking, I was only focused on him.

"..nothing," I answer, moving my eyes to the floor, unable to keep eye contact with him.

"Right... well, it was fun talking, but I gotta shower," he says, standing from the bench and looking down at me. No. I didn't want him to leave, but at the same time, the thought of hot water streaming down his soapy body was doing things to me. I feel my underwear dampen at the thought, I push my legs together, and his eyes skip down to my thighs.

He smirks before speaking again, "you know where to find me if you need," and with that, he made his way to the showers.

I went to find my dad, who was wrapping himself back up in his coat, to fight the weather. I tell him that I might actually go for a skate and that I'll make my way home soon. But in reality, I was going to go hunt down his best player.

I waved my dad goodbye and checked around the rest of the building for the rest of the team, but it seemed that they had already left. This is perfect.

I pushed the door to the showers open, and there's a running one. I slowly approach it until I'm standing behind the curtain. Holy shit. The only thing between me and his naked body was a sheet of fabric. What would happen if-

"Were you planning to just stand there quietly, or were you going to say something?" He speaks. My face instantly blushes, how the fuck did he know I'm standing here?

The water abruptly stops, and a few seconds later, the curtain is drawn back. To my disappointment, there was a white, fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. However, a pretty noticeable outline was pressed into the towel.

He spots me quite obviously staring at his groin. "Something you want?" He asks, grabbing another smaller towel and rubbing it onto his hair, drying it slightly.

At this point, my pussy is throbbing. Every word that comes out of his mouth adds another layer of wetness to my panties.

I nodded at his question before lowering myself to my knees. Now, this he didn't anticipate. I cringe at the feeling of the wet patches on my jean-covered knees.

A smirk grows on his lips, "you wouldn't be able to handle it,". Pfft, I'm yet to meet a man whose dick is bigger than their ego.

"Try me," I challenge. He gives me the nod of approval, and I tug the towel off his hips, letting it fall to the ground.

Well. I guess I've met the man whose dick is bigger than his ego now. Let's just say he has a very, very big ego.

I'm taken by surprise when his cock slings free and hits his stomach. I look up at him, and there's hints of desperation plotted on his face.

"How bad do you want me to suck it?" I speak sultry, placing my hands on his thighs, not giving him the relief he craves.

"So fucking bad," he admits, allowing his right hand to move to the back of my head, inching my face towards his tip. I then grab the base of his dick, pumping it painfully slow, watching beads of pre-cum build on his tip.

I stick my tongue out ever so slightly and go to lick up the salty beads that have accumulated. While I'm there, I place a few soft kisses on his swollen tip. By now, his head is thrown back, and his hand is tangled in my hair.

"Shit," he breathed out. I looked back up at him, and his eyes were shut and eyebrows furrowed. He looked so beautiful. I bring my mouth closer and barely take him in my mouth, sucking lightly.

I then ease more and more of himself into my mouth until my nose is almost pressed up against his pubic bone. I low groan escapes his lip. I then pull him out completely, and he shudders at the loss of contact.

"Please, just make me feel good," he pleads. God, could this man get any sexier?? I instantly comply and take him into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks. I move my head back and forth, engulfing his cock. He fills my mouth perfectly.

I then bring the hand that's not resting on his thigh to his balls. I slightly toy and message them, and the sound that left his lips was heavenly. I take him out of my mouth again and move lower to suck on his balls. He's lost all sense of composure at this stage.

"I n-need to cum... please, please, please," he moans while I move back to his cock. This time, I wrap my lips around him and take a hand to stroke him simultaneously. He bucks his hips forward, forcing me to take most of his length down my throat. It's not long until I feel his legs becoming weak and his moans grow in volume.

He places both his hands on either side of my head, "keep still and let me fuck your perfect throat," he grunts out, and I let him do just that. His tip hit the back of my throat over and over, making me gag on his cock, but this just encouraged him to keep going.

"F-fuck, you're doi-fuckkkk, doing so so g-good for me," he stutters. I can tell he's on the edge of euphoria and I moan around his cock to help him reach satisfaction. I feel his warm, bitter cum shoot down my throat. His hips are slowing down, and he lets go of the side of my head. I swallow his cum completely, sticking my tongue out to show him.

"You're amazing," he huffs out, helping me up from my knees.

"I know, I am pretty great," I grin. I then look down and notice the uncomfortable wet patches on my knees. He notices my discomfort and offers his spare pair of sweatpants, and I don't decline.

Once we're both dry and changed, he offers me a ride home, acknowledging the fact that everyone had already left a very long time ago. The ride home is enjoyable and not awkward at all, which was unexpected. I then realise that we did all of that but I don't even know his name, and I never told him mine.

"What's your name?" I ask, turning to look at him. He was focused on the road.

"Matt. What's your name, pretty girl?" He asks. I blush at the nickname, before responding.

"Y/n, but I prefer pretty girl," I smile. He turns his head to look at me with the same smile played on his lips.

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a/n; next post is gonna be regarding a taglist, so make sure to keep updated if you want to be added to that. anywayy, thank you for reading this oneshot, love you all 💙

[doctorho]

thinking about viktor with a chronically ill reader. you know? we see the vision, right?

it just works.

the thing with chronic pain, illnesses, disabilities, all of that - is that you can't always see them. sometimes you can, sure, you can see the mobility aids and the not-standing-up-for-too-long and the bruising from blood draws and sometimes you can see the compression garments, the pills and inhalers and the i'm fine, i just need a moment-

but most people just don't pay attention to that. or if they do, they don't put the pieces together fast enough to figure out what's really going on under the surface. viktor does, though; he's been there, and most of the time he's way beyond hiding it. or, well, he's way beyond hiding some of it.

walking with a cane was like carrying a neon sign that said yes there is something different here. yes i can't walk the way you can. no it's not going to get better. that last part wasn't directly evident just from him using a cane, sure, but with the way his cane looked, it should've been pretty clear. He had used one practically forever and it had evolved with him, he'd made it as comfortable to use as it could be, had even made it match his uniform.

so yeah. viktor knew what it was like. he'd been the disabled kid forever, even if some of the others were never going to say it out loud. that was just a thing about him, and he knew how hard it could be to navigate something like that in an academic environment. it was hard to admit you couldn't do something, that you had to sit down, that you needed a moment. that sometimes your body was just falling apart for no particular reason and it was just another tuesday.

sometimes it was easier to sit with the pain than take medication in the middle of a meeting, knowing that someone would make a bigger deal out of it than it had to be, even if it was just raising their eyebrows meaningfully. they'd think about you differently afterwards.

he could see you push through it, and he didn't blame you, really, he did that himself, too, but - he didn't want you to hurt yourself. you hadn't been in the lab as long as he had, so he could understand you being a little cautious with how you acted and what you told people, but he didn't want you to feel like you had to put on a show for him. he was, after all, walking around with the equivalent of a light-up sign of i'm disabled, too, and he liked to think of himself as someone who wouldn't come off as judgemental about stuff like that. other stuff, sure, stupid stuff, but not that.

so when he sees you dealing with the telltale signs of being in pain, he conveniently sends jayce and the others to pick up some parts that would take a while to collect and that they wouldn't actually need until the next day. but better prepared, right? what's the harm.

and then he comes to sit next to you and sighs deeply. leans back. relaxes to the best of his abilities. asks if you're alright, and sounds like he already knows the answer.

you sigh too, shift your position, and answer with it's fine. and viktor recognizes the strain in your voice, in your posture, and he knows there's a key difference between this and i'm fine, but he'll take it. it's not what he'd like, but he'll take it.

he leans over to dig around his belongings, and then offers you a bag of candied almonds.

"if you're going to take pain killers, it's better if you eat something first," he says, and you just stare at him. "i assume you haven't taken anything yet. nothing strong enough, at least," he continues, casually, and you take a deep breath and accept the almonds.

he smiles. continues like this is totally normal. "jayce made me start carrying around some food so i could do that. for myself, i mean. but it doesn't hurt to have some snacks around either way, i suppose."

he knows he's skirting around the real topic of the conversation, but he also knows that sometimes people get uncomfortable around his bluntness, and you hadn't exactly told him you were in pain, so he'd understand it if you were a little weirded out. after all, most people didn't notice this stuff. but you haven't run away from him, and you're eating, and then you're digging around your own bag to take your medication, so he'll count this as a win.

thanks, you exhale, handing back the almonds, and he takes a handful of them himself.

"i'm fine, really," you continue, not really looking at him, "it's just hard sometimes."

he nods. it was - even if he didn't know the specifics, he knew that it was true. especially since you had been hiding it from the others. and with something like that, something the others couldn't see, the invisible step to let them see it would grow bigger and bigger with time, when they expected you to be able to do everything they did without a second thought.

he also knows you didn't mean fine in the dictionary definition sense of the word, but more in the this is normal and you don't need to worry -sense. and that's fine. he was used to functioning on different parameters than most people, so this version of fine was good enough.

my body just isn't always very reliable, you explain with a sigh, and that he knows better than well.

he hmms in answer and nods. he knows.

you exhale a small laugh at that.

and he's glad you're relaxing, wants you to be as comfortable here as possible.

"these people are alright," he says casually, "as far as healthy people go."

viktor smiles a little.

another win for him.

and then he sits with you, talking and not talking and enjoying the quiet comfort if it all. and then he makes up some excuse so you don't have to keep working yet. he was well aware what it was like trying to work through the pain, waiting for the medication to kick in, and he wouldn't exactly recommend it. besides, as a rule, you were more likely to make mistakes if you were thinking through a layer of pain, and that was just plain bad planning. it made much more sense to just take a break and continue when you felt better. in fact, he was in dire need of a caramel latte and a pastry right now, do you want anything?

and after that it just... sort of falls into place. you're more relaxed around him. and the others, too, but he's the only one that really gets it. doesn’t make a whole thing out of it when you need to sit down for a moment or take a break while your pain killers kick in. he's just there.

he knows what it's like, and that feels like an invisble curtain lifted from between you and him, and it's just easy. you don't have to pretend you're doing better than you actually are and he doesn’t hide it when he's in pain, either.

most people don't see it, but there's a mutual understanding there; yeah, sometimes life sucks and sometimes you're in pain and no it's not fair that sometimes your body is falling apart and life just keeps going. you can't do all the things you want to do but you still have to show up for the other life-stuff and if you took a day off every time you felt bad you would never get anything done and it just never stops.

but sometimes there's someone who'll sit through it with you without judgement. offer a warm drink and a snack and some understanding.

[rainbow-nerdss]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Enjoy this hit from the bucktommy pit I've fallen into over the past few days! 💙💙

“Eddie gave me a shovel talk, you know?” Tommy says, next time they get together. They're at Buck's again, and Buck is cooking for them. He drops the spatula at Tommy's announcement, spinning to look at him. “He what? Jesus, I am so sorry, he shouldn't have—” “It's fine,” Tommy assures him. “It was cute. He cares about you.” Buck snorts. “Sure. He hasn't scared you off, at least?” "Nah, trust me, I've sparred with the guy enough times to know I can take him if I need to.” Buck raises an eyebrow. “I wouldn't underestimate him. That guy knows how to fight dirty. Trust me. He's scrappy.” “Scrappy, huh?” Buck turns back to the pot and stirs it again. “Hey, come taste this?” He holds out a spoon. Tommy joins him at the stove, standing far closer than necessary, almost flush against Buck's back as he takes the spoon in his mouth, chews, and swallows. “Delicious,” he announces. “Is that Bobby's Chili?”  Buck nods. "Yup!" “Man, he was always so secretive about that!” Tommy complains. “How'd you talk him into sharing?” “Pays to be the favorite, I guess!” Buck preens. “So, what? Eddie suddenly decided to go all white knight protecting my virtue now I'm dating a guy?” He asks, steering the conversion back around. Tommy leans against the countertop beside Buck. “Nah, nothing like that. He just said that… He reminded me, forcibly, that you're a good guy, and I should probably refrain from hurting you, if I can help it.” Privately, a part of Buck glows at the knowledge that Eddie did that for him, even while he plans to rip him a new one for interfering. “I should clarify, Evan. I'm not… I’ve mentioned Victor, right? My ex?” Buck nods, turning to face Tommy in order to give this his full attention. “He sort of… did a number on me. Meeting you, doing… this, it's great. I'm just not…” “You're not ready for something serious,” Buck realizes. Tommy nods. “But, what we've been doing so far…?” “Is great! The dates, the, uh… other stuff, all amazing, but—” “You just don't want anything more serious than that.” “Exactly. If that's a deal-breaker, I can—” “No!” Buck rushes, putting a hand on Tommy's chest. “I mean, this is good for me too. Takes some of the pressure off, actually.” Tommy visibly relaxes, and Buck takes a moment to turn down the heat on the stove, leaning further into his space. “You said you were a relationship guy,” Tommy says, clearly wanting to make a hundred percent sure. Buck does him the courtesy of taking a moment to consider his answer. “I used to think I was. I thought my options were either ‘serious relationship’ or ‘meaningless sex that left me feeling like crap’.” He steps closer, close enough that he can feel Tommy's breath ghost across his skin. “But lately I've been discovering the joys of things being… somewhere on a spectrum. Keeping things fluid.” “Yeah?” Tommy asks, moving even closer. They might as well be kissing now, but they aren't quite, just a hair between them. “Yeah,” Buck repeats. “Though,” he adds. “For the sake of clarity. When you say other stuff, is that referring to the flying lessons you still owe me, or—” Buck pulls away just a fraction, just enough to allow Tommy the opportunity to reach out and keep him there, pulling him back into a dizzying kiss.

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[asheloop]

Showers | Toji Fushiguro

A/N: english is NOT my first language. If there are any grammatical mistakes, please lmk.

Warnings: +18 content, NSFW, f!reader, public sex, spitting, squirt, overstimulation, chocking, praising.

Synopsis: Toji fucks you dumb in the gym showers.

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I look for him around the place but I don't find him.

That's weird.

He comes every Tuesday without fail.

I keep doing cardio on the treadmill.

Getting warmed up to start my routine.

With my peripheral view, I see the glass door opens, and a very familiar figure passes through it.

It's him.

I try not to make obvious the smile that appears on my face, but it's almost impossible.

Quickly, I take off my hoodie, staying only in the sports top I bought the other day thinking on using it a day like today cause is the only day that we train at the same hour.

He passed by my side, and our eyes connected for a second, went around the machines, and got prepared for warming up, leaving a treadmill between us.

I turn my head to look at him and greet him with a nice and soft "hi Mr Fushiguro~"

He's wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, I have to fight back the urge to look down where his bulge is. The black compression shirt that makes his biceps and pects look bigger doesn't help either.

He looks down at my breasts but just for a second before looking back at my eyes, and a little smirk forms on his lips. Yes, I noticed that.

He greets me back with a low "hey" and goes back to his business.

Once I'm done with cardio, I start with my routine. Today's legs day.

I start with hip thrusts, next work on my abductors, and then cable kicks.

I stand in front of the mirror for my fourth exercise, weight squats, and I can see Toji heading to the chest-press machine that is right behind me.

I look at him in the mirror. He scowls with each repetition. He's so handsome. I catch him looking at me a few times, and I decide it's time to make my move.

I do one last squat and pretend to run out of strength to get up.

Fortunately, he noticed and approached to me "here let me help ya" he says.

He stands behind me, squats, and grabs the bar as if it weighted nothing.

I stand up alongside him and pull my butt towards him, brushing it against his crotch, I feel his breath in the back of my neck.

"Thank you," I say with a seductive voice.

He put the bar on the squat rack and it did not go unnoticed when he rubs his cock against me this time.

We connect our gazes in the mirror, and I smile softly.

He takes a step back. "No problem," he says, turns around, and goes back to his training, not without checking me out first.

That was all the interaction we had, I was hoping he'd make a conversation, but he didn't.

Once I'm done with my routine, I head to the showers, a little disappointed.

The hot water hits my body, I close my eyes and let out a little whimper of pleasure when I feel my muscles relaxing.

From afar, I can hear a door open.

I don't mind it, could be another girl who also finished her training and wants to take a relaxing shower.

When I open my eyes, the door that separates my shower from the hallway opens, and I see him.

Toji's tall frame just stands there a few seconds, all sweaty due to the workout session, exploring my body with his eyes.

I react and grab him by the forearm to get him inside, making sure he doesn't get his clothes wet.

"What are you doing here? This is the girls' room." I say.

He closes the door behind him without taking his gaze away from mine.

A smile shows up on his face, and I almost fall to my knees.

"I know what you were doing out there" he says.

"And what was I doing?" I ask, playing innocent.

"Attempting to seduce me, rubbing that cute ass of yours direct on my crotch. Think I wouldn't tell?"

"Well, did it work?" I dare ask.

His gaze goes down at my bare chest.

"Fuck, you have no idea"

I can't take it anymore, grabbing him by his neck and pulling him down to my height, I give the first step by kissing him, he wraps his arms around my ribcage, pulling me even closer to him.

The water now falls on both of us.

The kiss is fast, desperate. His hands now are grabbing and squeezing my ass.

His tongue finds mine in my mouth, I suck it, and Toji moans in the middle of the kiss.

He pulls away with his breathing quickening, just like mine.

He takes off his shirt, which is soaking wet, and throws it away.

The wet sweatpants sticked to his big legs, and his cock bulged under them, rock hard.

God, he looks huge.

When he pulls them down, I confirm the almost monster of a dick he has. Long and thick, with a pretty pink tip that has a shiny pearl of precum on the slit. My mouth watered to that sight.

He lifts me from the back of my thighs, holding me tight so I don't slip.

I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, I can feel his dick throbbing against my pussy.

Toji slides a hand down to grab his cock, rubs the tip up and down my hole, getting it wet, giving little taps to my clit that makes me squirm in his arms.

He slips inside me slowly, I can feel every vein, every twitch, he keeps going til his tip hits my cervix, til he's all the way in, waiting for me to get used to his massive girth.

When I nod at him, letting him know that I'm prepared, he grabs me by the fat of my ass and starts moving his hips back and forth, first with calm moves only to speed up afterward.

I try to keep myself quiet in case someone comes into the room, but his pace is so fast and messy that it's not easy to keep it down.

I look for a way to contain my moans scratching his broad shoulders with my fingernails, approaching my mouth to his ear to bite and suck his earlobe.

He lets out a husky groan when my kisses go down his neck, biting softly not to hurt him and kissing again. His dick throbbed.

Abruptly he stops his movements.

"Don't do that," he starts whining.

Apparently, one of his weak spots, I smiled and ignored his warning and kept giving him sloppy kisses, leaving some marks here and there, going up his tense jawline to slide my tongue there.

"I'm s-sensitive there. Stop, I'm not telling you twice," he warns.

I decide is enough teasing and end with a last kiss on his jugular.

He grabs my ass with strength, and this time, he keeps his hips still and starts moving me up and down on his length at a speed that makes me hold even tighter on his shoulders for fear of falling. He uses me like a toy.

The sound of his balls hitting against me could be heard in every corner of the room.

I can't think straight anymore, feeling that familiar knot down my belly, my toes tense up and I can feel my pussy getting tighter, clamping around Toji's dick.

And, of course, he can feel it too.

"You're close, aren't ya?" he asks with a smirk. All I can do is nod my head, eyes barely open, biting my lips so I can shut my moans but failing greatly.

"Cum for me then, be a good fucking girl and c-cum all over this cock."

And as if his words triggered something in me, I cum.

"T-there you go," he says.

He puts me down, I rest my feet on the wet ground, with my legs trembling, holding onto his strong arms.

"Turn around, hands on the wall," he commanded.

And I do, I turn around, my hands on the wall and my legs spread, and I swing my hips teasing him.

I jump when a heavy hand hit with my soft ass in a spank.

I turn my head to see him in the eye with a big smile on my face.

"Quit being a tease."

He gets on his knees, with his rough hands splits apart my ass cheeks, pulls his face closer to my center and spits right on my clit. My pussy clenched around nothing.

"Shit pussy's so greedy" he says before standing up again.

He gives a few pumps to his dick, aligns it with my hole, and shoves only the tip in.

"Tell me how bad you want it."

"S-so bad, I want it so ah f-fucking bad please"

"Please, what?" he asks.

"P-please, sir."

"Good girl," he grunts.

One hand grabs my waist and the other guides his cock to shove it all the way in again.

I'm so ridiculously wet that slips in outright.

His movements are so fucking desperate.

Tip hitting my g-spot just right.

We both stayed silent when we heard a door closing, followed by steps and running water from another shower.

Toji stops his moves, and I let out a little whimper in protest.

Slowly, he begins to move his hips back and forth, his dick in and out. One of his hands goes to my neck and squeezes around it, Toji approaches my ear and, with a rusky voice, tells me, "Keep it down if you don't wanna get caught."

I squeeze tight around him.

"Fuck, you like that idea no?"

I bite my lip, "Mhm..."

"Although the idea turns me on like shit, it’s gonna be better if we don’t get caught," then his other hand goes to my mouth and puts his fingers inside my mouth to shut my moans. His slender, long fingers reach my throat and a gag around them.

When we hear the other person turning off the shower and closing the door behind her, Toji takes his fingers out of my mouth, covered in my saliva. He guides his fingers down my body. When they reach my bundle of nerves, he pinches it with his index and thumb. I squirm and let out a soft cry of pleasure.

He increases the pace of his thrusts suddenly and rubs my clit with speed. I can feel my second orgasm close and I let him know.

"Ohh f-fuck, right there~ I'm gonna... cum again... p-please keep... keep going." My eyes rolled back.

"I know, baby, I know... give it to me... FUCK your pussy feels too good."

I scream and cum so fucking hard that I start seeing blurry.

"Shit, I'm so close," he says without slowing down, which makes me feel overstimulated.

Tears fall down my face, mixing with the warm water still falling on us.

"S-slow down... it's too m-much."

"You can take it, baby," he grunts.

My cunt clamps around Toji's aching cock vigorously, all my muscles contract.

A loud and sharp moan emerged from my throat, and a hot liquid leaked down my thighs.

"Holy shit, d-did you just squirt?"

Toji tightened the grab on my hips, and his thrusts started to get erratic.

He pulls out his dick leaving a feeling of emptiness in me, grabs it with one hand, and pumps it fast.

"Oh fuck ooh my g-god gonna cum."

And he does. He shots his load on my ass, and all his seed fell down the curve of my butt and down the back of my thigh.

"Shit, you did it so good."

I turn around, and he kisses me, this time with gentleness. When he backs up, we look at each other in the eye and smile, and then he says;

"Wanna go to ma place?"

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[writtenjewels]

Voice Part 4

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Salim's first date since Maysa left him did not go very well. Leon still didn't laugh at any of his jokes, and the two ended up having nothing to talk about for the duration. When Salim tried calling the next guy, all he got was the voice mail. He left a message and waited two days before realizing the man wasn't going to call back. The incident was so embarrassing that by the time Salim plucked up the nerve to call the third guy, he found the man was already dating someone. He wasn't even sure it was worth calling the fourth guy.

That was when he got a text: 'Is this Salim? This is Ethan from the mixer.'

'Yes,' Salim typed back. 'I remember you.'

'I was wondering if you were busy this Friday,' Ethan sent back. 'My brother-in-law is having this art gallery show. Be nice to have some company.'

'I would love to go,' Salim responded. Even if this ended up going badly, he would at least get to enjoy some art. The two continued texting back and forth until they agreed on a time and place to meet. Salim was feeling optimistic when they closed the conversation.

On Friday, Salim met Ethan at a restaurant so they could eat before the show. Ethan wore a dark brown blazer and dress slacks, the ensemble simple but striking. His hair was a light brown, almost red in certain lighting, and he wore it almost to his chin. Salim noted earrings framing the man's entire left ear.

“You weren't wearing those at the mixer,” Salim noted.

“I don't wear them all the time.”

“Too bad,” Salim hummed. Ethan caught his eye and smiled. Salim returned the look. The night was going well.

He mostly stuck by Ethan's side during the show. Many of the art pieces were good, some he didn't fully understand but appreciated the skill of the artist, and some were so beyond him that he was lost on how it was considered art. Ethan was equally uninformed, but he made up plenty of art facts that at least kept things entertaining throughout the night. The two walked back to Salim's car together.

“Thanks for coming,” Ethan said. “I had a lot more fun with you here.”

“I had fun, too,” Salim agreed. He took a breath and asked: “Would you like to do something again?”

“Absolutely.” Ethan's face broke out in a grin. “I'd like that a lot. How about Tuesday?”

“Yes, okay, Tuesday,” Salim nodded.

Ethan leaned forward. Salim realized what was about to happen moments before it did. His hand was halfway to stopping Ethan when the kiss came. It was light and sweet, lasting only a few seconds before it broke. Ethan didn't seem to notice that Salim hadn't kissed back. They exchanged good-nights and Salim drove home.

He brewed a cup of tea to wind down when he got home. He was still trying to figure out how he felt about the kiss. It wasn't unpleasant, but he wasn't very excited about it, either. He reminded himself that this was just a first date, that he and Ethan were getting to know each other. But a part of him couldn't help thinking of the other three names already on the rejection pile.

Salim readied himself for bed, still feeling glum. His eyes drifted to the player. He hadn't listened to the tape since he started trying to date. He was convinced the voice was unhappy about him dating and didn't want to upset it any farther. He sighed; he could really use a friendly voice right now. Salim pressed play.

“Holy shit, there you are!” the voice burst out, startling him. “Are you okay? Were you hurt?”

“No, I...” Guilt gnawed at him. The voice sounded so worried, almost panicked. “I'm all right. I've just been busy.”

“Jesus Christ, don't scare me like that. I thought something happened to you!”

“I suppose you could say something did happen.” Salim sat on the edge of his bed, gripping it to brace himself. “I went on a date, and he kissed me.” There was silence for so long Salim got off his bed and checked to make sure the player was still running. “Hello?” Salim prompted.

“Yeah.” The voice was back to a more flat tone. “I hear ya.”

“I was wondering if that's normal, to kiss on a first date.” Salim thought he would feel embarrassed talking about his lack of experience, but he didn't. Maybe because it was just a voice, or maybe because it was this voice in particular.

“It happens, I guess. There ain't no hard and fast rule for it. If you both feel a spark, you should go for it.”

Did Ethan feel a spark? Salim hadn't sensed that. No wonder he didn't enjoy the kiss as much. “I see,” he said out loud. “Thank you. I promise I won't worry you like that again.”

“Good to hear.” There was a short silence. “So, you need a massage tonight?”

“No, thank you, my friend. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh. Huh.” The voice sounded surprised. “I'm here,” the voice told him. “You can talk to me whenever.”

“Thank you.” Salim got under the covers. “Good night,” he added.

“Night, Salim.”

In his dream he was back at the mixer. Faces floated in and out of focus. There was one guy at a table trying to catch his eye. When Salim drew closer, he saw the man was wearing a gray baseball cap. His face was pale, making the freckles on his cheeks easy to spot. He had pleasant, angular features. The more Salim stared at him, the more he felt he already knew this person. It was the logic of dreamland.

“Hello,” Salim greeted. He read the man's name-tag out loud: “Jason.” The man responded by tipping the brim of his hat. It was a charming gesture, reminding Salim of Westerns. “Oh, are you a cowboy?” Salim teased him.

Jason's dark brown eyes sparked in amusement. He made a few hand gestures that dreamland helped interpret: [I forgot my ten-gallon hat at home.]

“At least you went for the next best thing. Cowboys and baseball. You can't be more American if you tried.”

[You want to bet?] Jason pointed to his arm where there was a tattoo of an eagle. Salim laughed at that and Jason's smile grew bigger.

Their eyes met for a moment. Salim's heart skipped. He liked this man a lot already.

And when he woke up, Salim was sad to see the man go.

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next time after this @auroragehenna

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, manipulation, emotional whump, psychological whump, aftermath of drinking

Beck didn't remember much from his night of excessive drinking. After a certain point, the memories had simply cut off, and it was just static until he woke up. He remembered searching for the pizza place, he had faint memories of running away from Helle, of the bus ride home... and that was that. He crashed into bed and slept 12 hours only to be more tired than he had been, with a mean hangover to top it all off.

He was moaning and groaning in bed the whole day, occasionally going out to the kitchen for some soup, then coccooning further in his bedroom. He wasn't looking forward to getting dressed and going downstairs, but it was either that, or risking Helle getting into his home.

By the time he had to go stand in front of the building and wait for the vampire, he was reasonably put together, shifting his weight from one leg to the other constantly so he wouldn't freeze to the spot. He was more than sure that they would have some sort of comment about their encounter from the night before, but it was hard to predict what that would be when he didn't even properly remember the conversation they'd had.

"Feeling better?" Helle asked with an insufferably smug grin when they arrived. "Is the advanced strategy working out well for you?"

"Advanced..? What?"

"Oh." Their expression got even more smug somehow, and Beck was beginning to fear that he had done or said something extremely stupid last time. "Nothing, forget it."

"Wait– wait, what happened? What did I do? Did I say something yesterday?"

"Nothing of importance," they said lightly, clearly hiding something. They didn't even make a proper attempt at it.

"Don't be like that, please?" Beck tilted his head to the side, suddenly desperate to appease them. "You'll tell me after, right? Please? Please, I'm already nervous about it, I don't– I don't remember much–"

"Relax, dear. It was only one little kiss."

"Wha–" He was cut off by Helle biting into his neck, and he squeezed his eyes shut in pain. He hoped his blood wouldn't taste too gross, or at least not enough to disincentivise the vampire from telling him the whole story. There was no fucking way they kissed. There was no way.

There was no way his first ever kiss was with–

Helle pulled away with a satisfied sigh, then let out a content hum. "Barely any trace of it by now," they remarked casually, then stepped away and walked down the stairs. "Tomorrow night, then."

"Wait– wait, Helle, don't– don't just leave! Please, you have to tell me–"

They disappeared in a blur of movement, and soon Beck was only staring at an empty sidewalk. He looked around frantically, hoping this was only a joke, and they would come back... but they didn't. He felt the sting of unshed tears behind his eyes, and he bit the inside of his cheek to keep down a string of curses. They had to be lying. Right? They had just been messing with him, as always.

Right?

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[thatfreshi]

Radio Silent (Uni AU P. 10)

tw - mentions of abuse, themes of anxiety, general insecurity

The night fizzles out the way you expect it to, disappearing without a word to your friends in the diner, letting your new, yet reluctant friend, drive you home. You'd simply deal with Shadowheart when she got back to the dorm.

Just as Astarion said, he's gone the next morning, but the two of you text quite often. He finds it easier to talk to you through pixels on a screen, where he can pretend like you're not this very real person who knows far too much about him. On the plane ride to LA, he doesn't sleep, which isn't odd for him. Instead, he thinks about the past couple of days and how you've wriggled your way into his life, into his head. Instead of trying to put his feelings into tangible sentences, he makes a playlist while waiting the hours away and catches up on some much-needed reading.

Thursday comes around, and the group is pissed at him, as you expected them to be.

"Damnit, he's the reason we picked my lunch break to do this during anyways! You think he'd at least stick to plans like a reasonable individual."

"Gale, it's not like he chose to go on a spur-of-the-moment trip to California. It's a work thing, not in his control."

You almost sound a little angry when the words come out, knowing that he's probably going through some hell that all your friends don't know about. Gale picks up on this sentiment, and leaves the conversation at that, mumbling something about how they'll all just update him on the project details later. Indeed, you all talk in the group chat with him about plans for the upcoming assignment, which he sporadically responds to. Although, he always responds to your texts, even if he ignores the group chat. Astarion argues with himself about it in his head, trying to reason with himself, saying things like 'it's just because the group chat is overwhelming.' For how good of a liar he is, he's not good at lying to himself.

Friday morning, he goes radio silent, which you're not concerned by at first. He's busy, probably busier than you've ever been in your life. Yet, he had made time to text you since Monday night. It starts to worry you when Saturday and Sunday both pass with nothing new. You hold yourself back from asking if everything's alright, knowing if something is stressing him out it's probably better to just let him deal with it and get back to you. And yet, you don't talk to him until he's back, and you're not even the first one to hear that he's back on campus.

"Oh yeah, I saw him in the elevator earlier. Tried being nice like you said, I even waved! You should be proud. Doesn't seem like he appreciated it though."

Shadow rolls her eyes, almost covered by her bangs that she desperately needs to trim. You're not sure exactly why, but you rush to his dorm room, knocking frantically. It's Monday night, which is surprising. You could've sworn he said he'd be back Tuesday morning, but maybe you misremembered. The door creaks open.

"Oh, hello Tav."

Astarion's eyes are weary, which you chalk up to not being able to sleep on the plane.

"Hello? You haven't texted me since Thursday, what the hell? I thought you like died or something."

"Nope, not dead, very much alive. Got wrapped up in some work affairs over the weekend, fashion people can be quite dramatic. Either way, I apologize. I'm still quite new to the 'having a genuine friend' thing."

"Well, how's your arm?"

He scoffs.

"It's... it's fine. Weird to have someone ask."

At this point, he's opened the door and let you in. You're welcomed to a sight of half un-packed luggage and a stack of leather binded books on the coffee table.

"Holy shit Astarion, did you rob a bookstore while you were in California?"

"Nope, all from the library. Missing out on a week of school when you're a senior here comes with its disadvantages. For example, I have had no time to work on my thesis essay, and I've barely even unpacked from the trip itself. Although, I did snag this."

He takes out a garment bag that has been carefully finessed to fit in his suitcase without wrinkling whatever is hidden inside. His fingers nimbly move to unzip the bag, revealing a white faux fur coat.

"Now, do I wear too much white? Absolutely, but passing up on this? I could never."

You almost feel bad, not knowing anything about clothes or what makes them cool, but to your credit, you know it's a nice coat. He slips it on, happy with his latest thievery.

"Well, what do you think? Is it stunning, or is it stunning?"

In that moment, while you're about to make some quip like 'go look for yourself, you realize he has no mirrors in the dorm, not even in the bathroom that you've only ever caught a glance of.

"I would say look for yourself, but you don't have any mirrors. That's shocking."

"Well, I had the one in the bathroom removed. Guess I'm just not particularly a fan of reflections."

"How come?"

He stares at a detail on the sleeve of the coat.

"You get tired of seeing your face after a while."

"Well, I think it looks fabulous, and so do you."

"Wish I felt just as fabulous."

He lets out a small laugh, shrugging his way out of the blinding fabric. There's something left unsaid in the air, you can feel it as he goes to hang up his new treasure.

"What really happened this weekend?"

Astarion tenses, almost dropping the hanger he so delicately placed the jacket on.

"I... I'd rather not say. I know I told you a lot the other night, but there are truly some things best left as skeletons in the closet. Maybe in time, but not today. I can't today."

"That's okay. I was just worried, that's all."

"Funny, I'm so used to people prying all the time. It's pleasant, getting to have secrets when I talk to you."

He comes back out into the living room.

"Would you like to stay for a while? You don't have to help unpack or anything, just be here."

"Sure, as long as you don't mind. And I would gladly help you unpack. Besides, you have a master thesis to get back to."

"I suppose I do. Thanks, I won't forget this."

"What, like you need to trade some favor back or something? Because that's not necessary."

"You're too nice for your own good."

The pale man puts some soft R&B on, and the two of you go ahead and start putting all his things away. Although, he doesn't let you handle any of his nice clothes. You learn that the hard way when he bats your hand away from a pair of very expensive jeans.

"They're just jeans, I promise I won't taint them!"

"Yes, they are just jeans, but they're also 800-dollar jeans, and I am not risking it."

You continue to ask him about various articles of clothing, what shoots he took them from. He remembers every single one. Although, he does skip out on some details, brushing past parts of his tales without a second thought. You don't mind though, knowing it's probably just things he isn't ready to talk about. At some point you become distracted by the stack of books on the nearby table, and start looking at all the titles. They're all related to ethics, morality, or philosophy in some way, but particularly focused on the psychology of abusers and the abused.

"I thought you weren't a philosophy person?"

Astarion's voice almost makes you jump, taking you out of reading the back of one of the books.

"Is this what you're doing your thesis on?"

"I mean I'd like to, but I'm still not sure. Feel as though the head of the department will be surprised when I present it to him."

"How come?"

"Because I've always made my projects, lifeless, I guess. I've always written and studied by the book, never touched on emotional topics. Just don't want people asking questions."

"So, what specifically are you going to look into?"

"The philosophy of abusers, how power imbalances change our moral codes, that kind of thing."

You lightly place the book back in the stack.

"I think you should do it. If anyone asks, just say you were curious about it."

"That's true, I am known to be quite curious. Now, are you going to help me with the rest of this, or have you given up?"

The night passes by too fast for his liking, as the two of you talk while he prepares for the week ahead. It's past midnight when you finally check your phone, seeing that you've received a couple of cheeky messages about your absence from Shadow.

"Is it late already?"

Astarion checks him phone as well.

"Perhaps it's time for you to go get some sleep darling. After all, not everyone is as extreme of an insomniac as I am."

"Yeah, I guess I should probably get back. Happy you're back though, and that you're okay."

Without really thinking about it, you go for a side hug, and make your way to the door.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Sure. See you tomorrow Tav."

And his smile is warmer than normal, knowing there's something to look forward to after a torturous night of barely any sleep. Maybe opening up to a single soul isn't so bad after all.

[ikilledyvette]

Definitely not distracting myself from Election Day anxiety! Despite the first sentence of this fic, this is a standalone for now. I've got a whole multi-chap story in my head, but IDK when or if I'm gonna get to it. If you'd like to be tagged on the off-chance I do write more, just let me know!

Eddie is the first one to get stuck in a time loop and predictably takes the longest to accept that, no, he doesn’t have a brain tumor, and no, he isn’t going crazy, and yes, this is really happening to him. Once Eddie finally acknowledges this, he becomes convinced that fixing things with Christopher will break the cycle. It doesn’t. 

Eddie, well. He maybe has a very small emotional breakdown then because he’s long since lost track of how long he’s been trapped here, and finally, finally he managed to get his son back; finally, he was actually happy, and then—

It’s Tuesday again, and Chris is gone, and Eddie is all alone.

So yeah, maybe Eddie has a very minor breakdown where he just sorta ... lies down on the station floor and listlessly tells everyone there’s no point in getting up, no point in doing anything; he’s just going to stay here until it isn’t Tuesday anymore, which won’t actually happen because it’s always Tuesday; it’ll never stop being Tuesday, and is it possible he died, and this is literal Hell? This really feels like it might be literal Hell. At which point, Chimney and Hen lift him up on a gurney and drive him to the hospital, and Eddie is admitted overnight and then wakes up the next day in his own bed, alone again. It’s Tuesday.

Well. No point wasting more time feeling sorry for himself. That’s not how Eddie was raised, so he gets back to work on breaking the loop, this time (reluctantly) telling people in order to get their advice. He tells Buck first (because he always goes to Buck first), and Buck believes him because, well. He’s Buck. (Maybe YOU’RE in a coma dream this time, Buck inevitably says each and every time they have this conversation.) Eddie also goes to Chimney (because he must have some idea right, all those movies), and Chimney pretends not to believe Eddie but obviously does; at least, he does once Eddie predicts the next six things that happen. (Thus begins the 118 Time Loop Movie Nights. Eddie’s pretty sure he’s now seen every single time loop movie and television episode that was ever made. His favorite is Edge of Tomorrow.) And Eddie inevitably goes to Bobby, too (because Cap always gives good advice, even if Eddie can’t always follow it), and Bobby clearly doesn’t quite believe him, but humors Eddie anyway. (Also, if Eddie asks early enough, he can get Bobby to change the menu. Eddie is so sick of pancakes. Eddie will never eat a pancake again.)

He never bothers trying to convince Tommy or Hen about the time loop because Tommy only goes along with weird shit when Buck is involved (Eddie gave Tommy so much shit for dressing up for that mummy funeral), and it’s just too hard to imagine Hen “this time he only got stabbed” Wilson humoring anyone. Honestly, Eddie respects her for that.

He goes back to church. (It doesn’t help.) He screams at his parents. (It doesn’t help—not with the time loop, anyway, but on a spiritual level, it’s pretty great.) He shaves off his mustache, not because he thinks it’ll work, but because Buck, Chimney, and Bobby each independently suggest that it might. (It doesn’t, and Eddie scowls for the remainder of the day because everyone at the station keeps coming up to him and saying things like, “Finally came to your senses, huh, Diaz?” or “oh, thank God,” or “YES! Pay up, bitches, I WON!”)

Eddie stumbles into the actual solution entirely by accident. Three days after the Mustache Solution fails—and maybe, maybe in the middle of a second emotional breakdown—Eddie, refusing to get up out of bed, calls 911, and says, “Well, turns out I’m still stuck in this time loop. Any advice?”

Maddie takes the call, and while she clearly thinks Eddie is either having some kind of psychological meltdown (possibly true) or has a terrible head injury (not true, unfortunately), she’s also ... nice, offering good-natured commiseration about the time loop in between more professional questions like “are you bleeding” or “is there anyone else around, Eddie?” She sounds worried but also calm, like this isn’t even in her Top 10 Weirdest 911 Calls, and for some reason, he finds that oddly soothing.

Eddie ends up in the hospital again, but the next day when everything resets, he asks Maddie to lunch, saying yeah, it’s kind of out of the blue, but isn’t it weird how little time they’ve actually spent together over the past seven years? Maddie agrees, and lunch goes great. They have a surprising amount in common: Buck, obviously, but also complicated relationships with their parents, and struggles with depression, and a history of leaving newborn children behind and lying to themselves that it’s for the best. So. Not all positive stuff, exactly, but it’s kinda good to have someone else to talk to about it. And they chat about lighter stuff, too. Maddie says she’ll try one of his telenovelas if he tries one of her k-dramas. He formally accepts with a handshake, and she laughs and says, “Deal.”

Eddie goes to bed that Tuesday, thinking I needed this break, and hopes to hang out with Maddie again someday if he ever returns to his own timeline. And then he wakes up, and it’s—Wednesday? And Eddie doesn’t know what the hell to do with that. 

He’s not ... could he ... could he be secretly in love with Maddie? 

Eddie barely gets through the thought before making a face and immediately shaking his head. No, Maddie’s pretty, and she's nice, and he can see why both Buck and Chimney adore her—but he doesn’t love her, and she definitely doesn’t love him, and getting tacos together doesn’t exactly feel like the kind of Important Life Lesson that all of Chimney’s movies taught him to expect. Eddie considers having a third mini breakdown about it, but it’s Wednesday now, so unfortunately, there will be actual consequences for that.

Instead, Eddie goes back to work and just ... continues on with his life. He doesn’t tell anyone about the time loop, obviously, because no one but Buck would believe him, and even if they did believe him, they’d just tease Eddie that his Important Life Lesson was to make a friend. (Eddie has friends! Ones outside the 118, even! He has Tommy! And ... and other people! Okay, Eddie used to have a lot more friends, but lately, he’s just ... he’s been so busy with work. He’s picking up all the overtime he can because otherwise he’s home alone in an empty house, looking at old pictures and collapsing in his son’s bed and crying where no one can see him—but it’s fine. He’s fine.)

Okay, maybe he hasn’t been fine. But other than Eddie’s new aversion to pancakes and a neurotic need to check the date roughly twenty times a day, he’s actually doing pretty great now. For one thing, he and Maddie keep getting lunches and swapping TV shows. (Chimney and Buck squint at them, suspicious of this newfound alliance.) And most importantly, Eddie hasn’t forgotten what he learned about finally reconnecting with his son. (The short version: honest communication and lots and lots of therapy.) Three weeks after the time loop ends, Christopher finally comes home on two conditions: Eddie keeps going to therapy and also finally shaves the mustache.

Eddie does both.

[dollywheeler]

September 20th, 1996

[Outgoing call, Friday September 20th 1996, 11:05 pm]

*sound of phone taken off the receiver* Jonathan Byers. Hi Jon, is Nancy around? Oh, hey, Will! Uh, yeah - hang on. Everything alright? Oh yeah, we're good, but Mike is spiraling after impulsively inviting Mrs. Wheeler to dinner. *from the background* I'm not spiraling! *sound of phone getting pulled from Jonathan's hands* Did he really?? Hi Nance! Yes, he did. We ran into Holly and your mom at the movies. He tried to convince Holly to come to dinner again right in front of your mom and last minute decided to have manners after all.

*unintelligible mumbling in the background* Right. Hand him over. *sound of phone drawn away from Will's ear, soft arguing noises getting louder until the phone is snatched from Will's hands* I don't know what I was thinking. Mike, this is a good thing. I'm sure she's excited to come over. *from the background* she was! Shut up, Will! *fabric rustling* *sound of a pillow hitting the ground* *mumbled around a finger nail* She hasn't been over ever, Nance. She barely even - we barely even hold a conversation on the phone! What if she- I don't know. She won't like the house. She won't - She'll look at - It's going to be weird- I know for a fact the house is fine. And she accepted the invitation, which means she wants to come - Will says she's excited. Can't you come too? Just as a buffer or something? We just got here! I can't leave in the middle of a story. You know that. Besides, Holly will be there, right? Just focus on her - that's what you wanted, right? *sound of teeth biting on a nail* *sound of rustling fabric as someone sits down and an arm is wrapped around Mike's shoulders* What did dad say? He wasn't there. Your mom let us know it could just be her and Holly if we wanted it to be. So it's just going to be them for now. Good, right Mike? I guess. Would you want him here? I don't know. Just start with mom and Holly. Alright. Thanks, Nance. You know mom's been asking about you even more than usual ever since the move. I don't think Holly's been telling her anything about you either. She hates me. She doesn't. She doesn't. *sigh* I think she's just... sad. She seems to like me fine, so- -it's personal? Thanks, babe. *sounds of exasperated rustling of clothing* you know what I was going to say! It's not that - just that she must be lonely. She has plenty of friends! I don't understand how any of us got to be that well-liked but she always has a flock of people around her. Seriously, it's almost uncanny. I was plenty well-liked in school! *voice chiming up in the background* Finally! I've got to go. When is the dinner? Next Friday. October 4th. That's plenty of time! Just relax! We'll be unreachable from Tuesday until Saturday, but we'll call as soon as we're able. Alright, be safe. My Spanish sucks so I won't be calling the policía if you go missing. Oh, trust me, I know. We'll be fine. Good night! *from the background* Bye! Thanks, Nance. You too, Jon. Good night. Night!

[Call disconnects, Friday September 20th 1996, 11:39pm]

[stevesbipanic]

B!!!!! 5k omg!!!! <3 <3 can I ask for 2. or 40. with angst vibes?? (and also maybe w/ a happy ending?) LOVE U B!!! <3

Thank you Noelle <3

I'm gonna combine them. 2. "What do you want?"/"I want you to choose me!" and 40. Ghost

Steve had a lot of regrets in his life. He regretted his King Steve days, he regretted not saving Barb, he regretted not standing up to his dad sooner, but most of all he regrets his last conversation with Eddie.

He and Eddie had started dating a few months after Vecna, all it took was life-threatening injuries and a speedrun of a sexuality crisis. They were happier than either of them could ever remember and it wasn't long before they moved in together. Eddie still played at the Hideout every Tuesday but now also worked at the garage downtown. Steve was working multiple retail jobs trying to save up for paramedic classes. Nancy and Robin were away at college now, Robin had originally wanted Steve to come with them but understood his need to stay with the kids. Which was the reason Steve was regretting his life now.

Eddie had come home excited, Steve thought it was just the energy of performing following him home, until Eddie told him that an agency wanted to sign the band, wanted to move them to the city, away from Hawkins, away from Steve.

"I thought you'd be happy for me!"

"I am happy for you but don't you think it's kind of sudden, this random man wants your band?"

"That's how the industry works, Steve!"

"So you're just going to pack up and leave, leave me and the kids behind?"

"The kids are almost graduated, Steve, Vecna is gone, the Upside down is gone, why can't you see that, why can't you let yourself be happy!"

"I am happy! Here! With you! What do you want? What do you want from me!?"

"I want you to choose me!"

Steve goes quiet, "I wanted the same things, Eds, clearly, you've made up your mind though." Steve had retreated to their bedroom after that, he heard the front door slam shortly after. Eddie didn't return home and his van was found wrapped around a tree the next morning.

Everything blurred after that, Steve couldn't focus on the days until one night he awoke to a sound in the kitchen. He grabbed his bat and snuck down the hallway towards a weird glow, fearing the supernatural he swung, but his bat just passed straight through.

"Oi Stevie, what the fuck, are you trying to kill me again?"

Steve looked up in surprise and shock, there was Eddie just how he was the day he left, a faint blue glow around his edges and the vision of the fridge seen through him.

"You're a ghost?"

"That's the first thing you say?"

Steve breaks down after that, sobs wracking his body as the spectre tries to comfort him.

"I'm so sorry, Eds, we should've been celebrating that night and instead I chased you out of our home, and then, and then you died and I never got to say how sorry I was and how proud I am of you and how you were right the kids are grown now and we deserve to go be happy and go somewhere I can hold your hand and you can play your music."

The ghost wipes at Steve's tears to no avail, giving him a bittersweet smile, "Tell me that again when you see me, ok?"

Steve is confused before suddenly he's sitting up in his bed again, he hears a sound from the kitchen, and in an eery sense of deja vu, grabs his bat again and moves down the hallway. He doesn't swing this time, instead dropping his bat with a clatter at the vision before him. There's Eddie, very much alive looking equally upset as Steve feels, he jumps at the sound before Steve slams into him wrapping him tightly in a hug and sobbing into his chest.

"Woah, woah sweetheart, it's ok, it's ok, I'm sorry I left but I needed to clear my head but look I'm back, I'm sorry."

"Y-you were dead, you crashed your van," Steve sobs.

"Crashed my van? Stevie did you have a nightmare? Oh sweetheart, no I'm ok, see?"

The edges of sleep clear from his memory now as he realises it was all a dream.

"We should move to California."

Steve never wants to regret the things he says to Eddie ever again.

Prompt List

[fluffyprettykitty]

This isn’t a request(unless you feel inspired) but I was reading the prompt list you reblogged that has “I broke his heart cause he was nice” as one and the way my mind immediately went to sweetheart Steven Grant. I don’t why I’m torturing myself thinking of someone saying that!!!! Like, Steven is so broken and Marc/Jake are both desperate to find out what happened and you pop off with that line. The devastation!!!!!!!!! Argh.

I couldn’t stop the suffer spiral and I want to drag you with me! ❤️

pairing: Marc Spector x gender neutral reader (no other specifications!)

word count: ~900 words

warnings: unresolved angst.

summary: Marc needed to pick up Steven's broken pieces but first he needed to understand.

a/n: hi nonnie!!!! I love your mind and I loved this slash of wonderful torturous angst, I hope you like this short piece :D Steven doesn't make an appearance in the story but it's implied they had a romantic relationship that got resolved.

The phone hasn't stopped ringing. It's been five hours since you left Steven's apartment in London and now you were here next town over sitting on your couch. Your phone only stopped ringing enough for the landline to blast.

You knew who it was. But there was nothing else to be said, you wanted out, you got out. That's how it is, that's how it works where you are from and this is how it should also work for Marc. Insane how now he seems incapable of accepting an answer. Yet if he was the one pushing you or Steven away it would have been your fault because he's just so broken.

Unfortunately, he's going to have to learn that you can't have it both ways.

Your relationship started with Marc, in dark alleys, sharing a cigarette together before ending up sharing sweat and bodily fluids. It evolved to one with Steven, one morning you woke up and saw him there watching you in almost horror but incredible care. Marc let you in on his condition because after that Steven wouldn't stop talking about you.

And you agreed. Made you feel all innocent and pure, like the man your teenage self could have wanted.

At first, everything was nice and sweet but you weren't the type to stay somewhere for long, never the type to commit and it was your time to move on.

You had already warned Marc about this. Warned him so that he could also prepare him for the inevitable heartache. For two weeks now. He either ignored you or dismissed you until you finally told him. Bluntly.

That was the last Tuesday. And today just like the other days your phone is ringing, ringing... Steven can't seem to get over you and now Marc's after you. Should have been more careful maybe.

But it was the first time you heard banging on your door.

"Open up, Y/N!" Marc shouts from across the wooden door and his tone is full of anger and spite.

"Or what?" You shout back slightly amused.

"Or I will break this door down with my bare hands."

He would. Kinda hot though you'd love to see it. You get up and slowly unlock the door before opening it, his fist going immediately for the door pushing it wide open, followed by his hand on you pushing you inside the apartment and closing the door behind him.

Aggressive. Typical.

"I need you to explain."

"Marc, I have already said everything there is to be said."

"Did you have to break his heart?"

"That's hardly my fault. You should have prepared him. I am not responsible for him."

"Why did you break his heart?"

This conversation could be endless, you needed to cut it right there and then. Marc was acting purposely too dumb to realize. You are not for people like Steven. Never have been and never will be.

"I broke his heart 'cause he was nice." You spit out, eyes unfazed.

Marc breathes out, tilting his head just a little, and narrowing his eyes. Oh, he hates you now, he hates how much you are right.

"You wanted to hear the truth and that's it." Your stance doesn't change not even for a millisecond whilst Marc's face is getting redder.

"I'm not that kind. I'm not good. I can't play house, bake cookies and bat my eyelashes. I'm not the person you bring home to your parents for Sunday tea. I warned you that this would happen and you'd end up having to pick up his pieces."

"You can't be that heartless." Honestly, you feel as if you're talking to a wall.

"I can."

"That's not you." Is he really that dense?

"It is. You just happen to think you're the only one who can do whatever he pleases and have no one question anything because you're so goddamn broken? You don't know anything about me."

"He was supposed to stay innocent. I was supposed to protect him." Marc is trying to relax his stance, to swallow his anger and his frustration.

"Then you should have never let him meet me."

"Yeah, so that's on me?" He's full of hatred again, you can tell by the way his eyes darken and his body gets tense.

You nod your head. What happens now is well beyond your concern.

"You could have been nicer about it."

"I am nice about it. I haven't slammed the door in your face yet." He stares at you, then back at the door, then at the top of his boot that's touching your slipper.

"I was wrong about you." He breathes steadily wanting to push his anger away.

"I was the one who was wrong about you. Thought you could actually handle a situation."

"You're cruel."

"No more than you."

He shakes his head, forces a polite smile on his face, and turns around to open the door. One push and he is out.

"I'm sorry." He whispers so low that only your heartbeat could match it. He lets go of the door handle and jolts outside, rushing down the stairs.

You were sorry too. Just not for the same reasons.

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[simplygyuu]

Teddy Bear - 7 : weak for his puppydog eyes

*⁀➷synopsis ! : on your birthday one of your best friends, soobin, gifts you an adorable teddy bear. you keep it all day once he gave it to you, carrying the adorable thing around for your entire birthday day and going to sleep with it that night. the next morning you wake up with.. a man in the place of your precious bear?! he doesn't have a name and he looks at you like you hung all the stars and.. did he just say he WAS the bear?

wc(0.6k)

written + tweets at end

You were honestly pretty conflicted on where you would put Beomgyu tonight. You didn't really want to sleep with some random man but you also didn't want to hurt Beomgyus feelings. I mean, he had already slept with you before.

After your conversation with the girls, you couldn't stop thinking about what they said. Were you really crushing on Beomgyu? Already? It had only been a day!

Plus it felt kind of.. wrong. He was clueless and innocent almost like a child, you were the first human he had ever met! He was obviously infatuated with you, but probably because he didn't understand human emotions and was just thankful towards you. What if this turned into a weird power dynamic thing? Or he decided he was ‘in love’ with you when it was really admiration and gratitude? For these reasons you'll just decide to step back and keep the fluttering of your heart under wraps.

He didn't need to know and feel pressured to label the gratitude he felt towards you as love.

Either way, you need to focus on the problem at hand. Where was he going to sleep? The boys had already left despite Kais desperate attempts at a slumber party. You had work after all and Kai would definitely keep you up. But Taehyun did offer to come and keep Beomgyu company while you were gone.

Taehyun didn't have any classes Tuesday and Thursday despite having them on weekend mornings. So, he offered to come hang out with Beomgyu on the mornings when he didn't have school or work to keep the boy company. It was a sweet gesture, the two youngest had really warmed up to Beomgyu.

Gosh, you're getting off track again! Sleeping arrangements.

Glancing over at where Beomgyu seriously played subway surfers on the phone gifted to him (Kai had insisted on downloading a few games), you began to think. He could sleep on the couch, that seemed like a safe option. It was getting late anyways.

You decided to wait until he finished playing, knowing he wouldn't last very long. He was getting better at the silly game but really wasn't that good. Once he hit the train and cried loudly in annoyance, you took that as your chance to step in.

“Beom, it's getting late. Do you mind sleeping on the couch? I don't have an extra bedroom or anything for you right now.” You quickly got out before the boy restarted.

Beomgyus' ears turned towards you before he even lifted his head to look at you. But once you mentioned sleeping on the couch his head snapped up towards you.

“What? On the couch? Why can't I sleep with you?” Beomgyu was quick to ask, brows a little furrowed and his eyes almost looking bigger than normal. Is this like puppy dog eyes for bears?!

“Well it's just-” You tried to begin before being swiftly cut off by Beomgyu quickly crawling across the couch to approach you, speaking while doing so.

“Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry y/n! I didn't mean to upset you!” Beomgyu exclaimed, still with that confused and hurt look on his face. He looked pitiful.

You stared at him for a moment and his big, sparkling eyes stared back. He looked devastated and confused and it was obvious he seemed to be convinced he did something wrong. Fuck.

“You did nothing wrong, Beom. Y'know what? I changed my mind. You can come sleep with me, okay? So don't worry.” You cracked easily at his pitiful face, reaching forward to ruffle his curly brown hair before standing up. The way his face immediately lit up made you smile, he was so cute.

“Oh thank you, y/n! I promise to not cause trouble!” Beomgyu rambled on as he followed you back to your now shared bedroom.

Now you knew how weak you were to Beomgyus puppy dog eyes.

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[bloodyknucklesforme]

Ribs | Gaz X Nina AU

This is a little sampling of the restaurant AU I've been drabbling in my docs for months now. Gaz and Nina are basically childhood friends and the same age so 26ish. Their dad's were in the military with Price, who now runs the restaurant they both work at. It's pretty much just smut and banter. Enjoy 💞

"Didn't think you were ever going to buzz me in," Kyle said walking into Nina's flat. He had a large brown paper bag in one hand and bottle of wine in the other.

"You brought me food." She shrugged, already grabbing plates and glasses. Her flat was small railway studio. The kitchen on the far wall, a small dining area followed by a couch the blocked off the living area which then backed into a foldable room divider that her bed sat behind. The singular bathroom was on the other wall. Kyle wasn't a huge fan of it, always felt cramped, except for the large windows on the one side that always let in light either from the sun or surrounding city.

"Is that all you want me for? Food?" He asked, purposefully pressing himself against her back as he placed the bag on the counter.

"You're good for other things, I guess."

"Like covering your shifts?"

"Definitely that." She elbowed him gently to move him out of the way as she unpacked the bag. "How was tonight?"

"Fine. It's a Tuesday," He shrugged as he opened up the wine bottle.

"Was Price pissed off?"

"Like he could be mad at you." He poured for both of them. "He might be upset I stole this bottle though."

"No one was going to drink this anyways." They clinked glasses and drank, eyeing each other over the edge of the glasses. They both finished, Nina first, winning at their unspoken competition. She handed him his plate. "You pick the movie?"

"I always pick the movie," He said.

"That's because you say my choices are garbage." She climbed over the back of the couch. Kyle walked around and sat down next to her, shoving the wine bottle between the cushions.

"That's because you only want to watch old James Bond films."

"They're good!"

"Not the ones you like." He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side. He took the remote in one hand and started flipping through all the options.

"How about this one?" He asked.

"Heard it was shite." She used her fork to pick up a bite of pasta from his plate and feed it to him.

"You're impossible," He shook his head.

"I have Die Another Day on blu-ray."

"No."

They eventually settled on a middling comedy that was ignored within twenty minutes.

Half a bottle of wine and Nina was straddling his lap, their empty plates sitting on the coffee table. His hands raking up and down her back as she grinded against him. She tasted like wine and black pepper. He broke the kiss to pull her shirt over her head. It was actually his shirt at one point. One for a band he'd stopped listening to years ago.

He cupped one of her breasts and rolled her nipple between his fingers before taking it in his mouth. He always liked how her body jumped when his tongue first made contact. Her nails found their way to the back of his neck.

"Kyllllllleeee," She moaned. He stopped and rested his chin on her sternum, just above her breasts. She let out a disapointed sigh. "You're an ass."

"You gonna tell me why you didn't come to work today?" He asked, giving his best puppy dog eyes.

"Just an off day," she shrugged.

Kyle rubbed her back. Twenty years of friendship and she still refused to admit she couldn't lie to him. She could lie through her teeth to Price or Kate but never him. He watched her lie her whole childhood.

"You avoiding Ghost?" He asked. It did annoy him how she refused to talk about the older man. They danced around each other in person and in conversation. They went from being at each other's throats, screaming about dishes being remade and speed of orders, to a timid softness. Nods and patience unnatural behaviors from either of them.

"I'm not avoiding Simon." She scoffed.

"Simon? You on a first name basis now?" He held her as she tried to get up, now concerned. "Hey, did something happen? Nina, if he did anything we can tell Price. I don't want you-"

"We slept together. Okay? That's all," She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Is that it?" Kyle arched an eyebrow, he was relieved to say the least. "You could have told me that."

"I felt bad."

"Why would you feel bad? We're not dating, Nina," he chuckled. "You can sleep with whoever you want."

"I know but it's kind of slutty to sleep with a co-worker."

"We're co-workers."

"Yeah but we slept together before that," she laughed.

"Don't tell Price but last week I hooked up with the Irish guy that works at Kors."

"The ginger?" She exclaimed, laying her hands on his chest and leaning in close. "He's hot."

"He is. Name is Declan but they all call him Conor."

"And you were giving me shit for being on a first name basis with Ghost." They laughed and he traced her spine up and down.

"Can I kiss you again?" He asked.

Nina leaned down and brought him back into a kiss.

"Hold on," He grunted, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting them both up from the couch. She giggled into his neck.

"I want to be on top."

"You won't get tired?"

"I'm a big girl, Kyle."

He dropped her on the bed and started to strip. There was a comfort of familiarity. They didn't need to be self conscious or awkward. Nina was his best friend. He knew her inside and out, literally. He still liked to watch her shrug off her sweats and panties. He liked to run his hand over the curve of her ass before smacking back down playfully.

He dug through her nightstand for a condom.

"Let me," she said, taking it from him. He finished stripping as she opened it. She sat on the edge of the bed as he stood in front of her. His thumb resting on her bottom lip as she rolled the condom on. He moaned softly as she stroked him. He pushed his thumb into her mouth and she sucked on it, bobbing her head softly. One of her hands rested on his hip, fingers drumming, while the other continued to stroke him. She rubbed her thighs together.

"Greedy thing, getting wet just from this," he murmured, resting his other hand on the back of her head, letting his fingers tangle in her hair. He always came back to her because it was easy and simple. A comfort food, a comfort fuck. They didn't always fuck when he came over, it was just a bonus.

He sucked in a breath as took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Even through the latex her mouth was hot. She bobbed her head till she had him half way. A string of spit kept her connected as she pulled back.

"I'm sorry. I can't stand the taste," she said, making a face. He laughed and wiped her mouth off. He made a mental note to get tested so they go forgo the condom during foreplay next time.

"You ready?" He asked, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"Lay down," she patted his thigh.

He ruffled her hair as he climbed onto the bed, laying back on her large assortment of pillows. Her bed was always comfortable and smelled clean.

He spread out his legs a little and beckoned her over. She crawled over him, capturing his lips again. He reached a hand between her legs, spreading her open. She was slick. She whimpered into his mouth as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. He chuckled, she was headstrong and stubborn until he had his hands on her. He took his cock and rubbed it through her folds.

"Kyle!" she whined.

"Take what you want, love. You wanted to be on top."

She straightened up, a flush ran from her cheeks down to her stomach. He held her elbow steady as she lowered herself down on his cock. She threw her head back as she sank down. He breathed deeply as he watched his cock disappear inside of her.

"Oh fuck.." She groaned as he bottomed out. Her thighs were already shaking and she had a dazed look on her face.

"Giving up so soon?" He asked, rocking her hips for her.

"Leave me alone. I had two glasses of wine." She groaned, holding his shoulders for support.

"So did I," He grunted as he thrusted upwards. "So much for being a big girl."

He flipped them. She stretched out her arms and closed her eyes, humming contently.

"You're really making me do all your work today, aren't ya?" He growled against her neck.

"I'll make it up to you in the morning," She said, hooking a leg around his waist.

"Are you going to fall asleep again?" He asked, thrusting slowly.

"That was one time," she yawned. "I worked a clopen close that day."

"Just keep your eyes on me, yeah?" He pressed a kiss to her forehead as he picked up his speed. The headboard bounced against the room divider. He panted against her forehead as he found his rhythm, the kind that had her making a noise to punctuate every thrust. She would clench around him whenever he hit that sweet spot."I love this fucking pussy."

"Is that all you want me for? Pussy?" She teased.

"And your arse." He gave her a light smack on the side of her ass.

He felt his pleasure building up in his stomach and spreading through his back and legs, the muscles becoming taught. Her back was arching and her legs squirmed.

"Cum on my cock, Nina. I need you to cum on my cock," He sucked on her earlobe. She clung to him.

"Oh fuck...Kyle...fuck..."

"Good girl. Cumming for me," He groaned. She always sent him over the edge when she finished. His thrusted hard, grunting into her hair as he came.

They laid there, both panting and him growing soft inside her. She ran her fingers up and down his back, soothing the wounds her nails made. They would shower the next morning, he'd make coffee while she made eggs. It was the usual.

"So, how is The Ghost in bed?" He asked.

"I don't kiss and tell," She answered, rolling her eyes at him.

"That bad?"

She slapped his arm.

"I'm allowed to be curious," he laughed, rolling off of her. "My real question is if you think he'd be down for a threesome."

She gave him a look and rolled her eyes again.

"If not him, there is the new guy."

"New guy?"

"A Scot. I know you like the accent." He poked her shoulder. "You can meet him during clean up night this weekend."

"I'm not working clean up night this weekend."

"You are now. Kleo asked if someone could cover for her and you were nice enough to offer."

"Oh I hate you."

"Simon will be there too."

She groaned.

"You're evil."

"You love me."

"I do." She kissed his cheek and got up from the bed. "You need to clean up before you sleep in my bed."

"Yes, ma'am," He followed.

It was three in the morning by the time they had the lights off and his arms were around her again.

"I wasn't joking about the threesome," he whispered.

"Go to sleep."

Tagging the Gaz and Nina lovers 💕: @water-bearz @gogh-with-the-flow @queen-ilmaree @macravishedbymactavish

Idk If'll post anything else in this AU but if I do it'll probably be more smut.

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Be my Baby chp.3

A/N: I have the plan for Chapter 4 but I'm not so sure about the will. It will get done, just not sure when. Enjoy tho😘

Warnings: (angst, oral f. receiving)

Summary: You and Fish have your first date.

Word Count: 3.7k

Frankie never thought he would have to script a conversation to talk to his wife but here he is. His lunch date with you was nice but he wanted to see you more outside of work. He needed to talk with Maria when she was free so she’d be home with Rosie. Although the situation is a two-way street he still feels awkward bringing it up. 

He hears the front door open and turns to see Maria and Rosie holding grocery bags. Frankie immediately goes to help with the bags but Maria brushes past, saying she’s got it. Rosie though is holding her tiny hands out expectantly. Frankie laughs as she takes the opportunity to break free from grocery duty. Before entering the kitchen he heaves a sigh knowing this won’t be pleasant. 

Maria’s back is turned to him as she places boxes of cereal in the cupboard. He places the grocery bags on the counter before sorting what goes where. 

“I uh was wondering what days you’ll be home next week.” Frankie scratched the back of his neck while waiting for an answer. 

“Chris is probably taking me out to dinner next Wednesday, but we’ll probably see each other a few more times.” Maria’s answer still doesn’t help him figure out a day to take you out.

“Well, do you think you be home on Tuesday night then?” 

“Look Francisco I’m not sure I’ll be in the mood for your idea of a date night.” Maria rolls her eyes at the thought. 

“That’s not what I’m asking, I did what you said and I set up a date so I need to know when you can be here with Rosie.” Frankie is almost fed up with this conversation but he keeps his voice neutral. 

“In that case, I’ll clear Tuesday out.” Maria is shocked and Frankie can tell. “How’d you two meet?” 

“Benny introduced us.” Frankie maneuvers to put up the groceries he sorted. 

“I can’t imagine that lasting long.” Maria laughs at her dig against Frankie and Benny. 

Frankie ignores her. The way she reacted when she thought he was asking her on a date was hurtful, to say the least. She always said she liked his plans. The dig at Benny wasn’t much better either, he may not have to greatest track record but he means well. At the rate they’re going divorce is more probable than actual reconciliation. And honestly, Frankie wouldn’t mind that.

………..

With all the time you dedicated to getting Benny and Will’s system up and running you neglected your best friend. It’s been weeks since you guys physically went out. The both of you understood work and extracurriculars would keep you both occupied at times, but you always kept a line of communication. You called off work and proposed you both get brunch with bottomless mimosas. Your outfit consisted of high-waist flared jeans, platform sandals, and a yellow tube top. 

Veronica should be arriving within the next 15 minutes so you go over your outfit again making sure there is nothing out of place. The both of you agreed you would wear something yellow and you bet she chose for it to be her pants. 

You decide to put mascara and blush on just in case you get fucked up after bottomless mimosas, again. You begin unraveling your hair from the braids you put them in last night, rubbing oil into your palm so it doesn’t frizz up on you later. The loud chime of your doorbell alerts you that Ronnie has finally made it. 

You open the door to see her in a white floral scrunched top, yellow pants, and platform sneakers. You figure the sneakers have to do with what happened last time you guys did brunch. The pair of you fill the air with various compliments towards one another on the way to the car. 

The brunch place you picked was known for its music selection, you could hear 50 Cent while you two pulled into a parking space up front. You both opted for an outside table so you could listen to the music and be as loud as you wanted. One of the seating hostesses sat you down and handed you menus before heading back to the busy crowd.

“So what have I missed?” You ask Veronica knowing she’ll have 50 stories to tell you.

“You remember bitchy Kathy from HR, turns out she made untoward advances at an insurmountable amount of people.” Your jaw drops remembering how hard a time she gave Veronica about the clothes she wears to work. “Not only that but she would only do it to guys under 30, such a creep.” 

“Wasn’t she the same bitch telling you to ‘be a lady’ she should’ve taken her advice.” Although you would hate anyone your best friend does Kathy was unpleasant. Even through word of mouth. 

“Don't get me started, anywho I think Dante is gonna propose soon. I saw so many ads for engagement rings on the computer that it couldn’t be a coincidence. Then I saw a text from my mom telling him to go for Saphire.” She narrows her eyes at you, “Do you know anything?”

“If I did, and I don’t,  just know the ring is gorgeous, but you’ll never expect the proposal so don’t try.” Dante had reached out to you for confirmation he was looking at the right rings, but he had done pretty good so far. You were glad she found someone so attentive and sweet. 

“I’ll be sure to return the favor when it’s your turn. But tell me what’s up with you lately, it’s like pulling teeth to get a text back.” You grimace at how truthful her statement was.

“I’m sorry, I had a bunch of organizing and digitizing to do throughout my day and when I would get home I’d just go to sleep for dinner.” Veronica nods understandingly at your exhaustion. “But I’ve finished most of the grunt work so I’ll be way more available.” 

The waitress, Sarah,  greets you both before asking what she could start you on. Once she writes down your drink orders she moves on to your food orders. Veronica decides on avocado toast with a feta and spinach omelet, you go for the blackened chicken with grits. While you look down to check your phone you see a message from Frankie.

Would you be available Tuesday night for a date? -F

Tuesday sounds perfect, can’t wait.

“Who’s got you smiling at your phone like that?” Veronica leans over the table hoping to get a look at the conversation.

“His name is Frankie and he's kind of my boss, like he’s close friends with Benny and Will. I thought he was cute when I saw the picture but I found out he was married and was reasonably disappointed. Then he told me he was in an open marriage and I was like yeah ok that's what they all say but he is in one. Plus Benny and Will were talking about how she brought up the whole thing to get back with an ex. Mind you, I was not supposed to be eavesdropping but good thing I did.” After your speech Veronica’s eyes bulge.

“You’ve been sitting on this gem the whole time and you let me think the Kathy story was good?” She shakes her head in disappointment.

“But it was good, I enjoyed it.” You reassure her.

“Enough with Kathy, I need more on this.” You oblige and begin telling her all of your and Frankie’s interactions. You need her input on how to proceed with him. Although she feeds into every one of your delusions.

Drinks start flowing through the both of you as you use this brunch for a gossip session. Veronica makes sure to tell you to be careful because situations like this get messy, and you heed her warning. Once you show her Frankie she tells you he’s your exact type, and the fit of laughter you two get into draws attention from other patrons.

…………

Francisco and you stand outside the movie theatre looking through the selections. He wants you to pick but you’re having a hard time choosing between Bottoms and My Big Fat Greek Wedding 3. Ultimately you choose the former and Frankie pays for the tickets before opening the door for you to get inside.

“Do you want anything from the concession?” Frankie’s arm snaked around your waist while he waited for your answer. 

“Popcorn and a blue raspberry slushie please.” You smile at him before leaning closer. 

“No candy?” He leans down to speak directly in your ear. 

“A sour patch kids would be nice if you insist.” You playfully roll your eyes so you have the chance to turn your face away from him. 

While he gets you snacks you take the time to admire him from the back. He wore dark-washed boot-cut jeans that he paired with work boots. The tips of your ears burn while you think of his red and black flannel outlining his broad back. The best part was that he gave his hat the night off and his curls were free. You slide in underneath Frankie before grabbing the popcorn and candy. Auditorium 19 is on your right and you wait for Frankie to join you again before heading there. 

“So what exactly is the plot?” Frankie tried looking up the trailer when you suggested it but still didn’t understand the premise. It looked funny though.

“Two girl friends make a girl fight club to get laid by their crushes.” That’s all you’d heard about it.

You end up opening the door for Frankie this time and when he passed you made sure ‘accidentally’ slide your hand over his butt. Frankie looked back feigning offense at your bold gesture. With the trailers still playing you and Frankie continue to goof around on the way to your seats. 

Throughout the movie, neither of you could stop laughing. If you weren’t laughing at a scene you were making jokes to each other. The popcorn was finished before you were 30 minutes in, and the candy didn’t stand a chance. When the credits roll you have Frankie take your picture and then you force him to do the same. On the way out you make sure you’re tucked underneath him, which has nothing to do with how good he smells. 

“What are we gonna eat?” You could feel your hunger building and soon enough you wouldn’t be good company.

“I thought we would go to the same diner we had lunch at.” His questioning tone leaves room for you to disagree but you smile. 

You both get settled in the truck before making your way to the diner. The soft sounds of Marc Anthony’s voice fill the car, and light comes in and out of the car from the overhead street lights. Frankie sings along softly thinking you can’t hear him over the background trumpets. His right hand comes down from the steering wheel and gently caresses your thigh. You already wrote down the song to look up and translate later. 

The lights were bright enough to illuminate the parking lot, so when you stepped down from his truck you left your hand in his. From the view you got it is less busy than lunch but not empty, most of them being older couples. Given how late it was you knew Amelia had gone home to her family. The chime of the bell interrupts the love ballad playing softly from the jukebox.

The young waitress perks up from her book and rounds the counter to seat you two in a booth. Though it isn’t the same one it is still close to the jukebox. ‘Tessa’ takes your orders that haven’t changed since you last came in and heads to the kitchen. Frankie surprises you by getting up and heading to the jukebox, you watch as he presumably flips through the catalog of songs. 

Once he picks his song he hurries back to his seat across from you, waiting for the intro. When you hear the familiar beginning you smile at his 

“Smokey Robinson and The Miracles. I’ve got to say I’m impressed young Jedi.” You jokingly tip your head at him. 

“Bet you can’t do better.” He raises an eyebrow at you before looking back at the jukebox. 

You don’t dignify him with a response as you slink back to the jukebox. Since he picked a love song you follow suit and pick your favorite song off of the grease soundtrack. Hopelessly Devoted to You. By the time you return to the table your milkshake and Frankie’s coke have arrived. 

“I know I’m young but I am something of a music connoisseur.” Frankie choked on his Coke and placed his hand up as a surrender. You can see he’s about to respond but his phone pulls his attention. Maria, who you presume is his wife, is calling him. He briefly apologizes before excusing himself to take the call outside. 

As hard as you try you can’t help but look at him and you can tell it’s a tense call. He’s pacing and pinching the bridge of his nose as if he were on his last nerve. You hadn’t given thought to how this would turn out long-term, it’s not like you could marry him. The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. Tessa came with your food and you thanked her, while you wanted to wait for Frankie you had to focus your mind elsewhere. 

By the time he came back to join you half of your fries were gone. The atmosphere between you two seemed to shift as you both ate in silence. When you finish your meal you look outside at the bright headlights of cars passing by. Frankie's hand reaches out to yours and gently caresses your palm lines with his finger.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin our date.” Frankie keeps his eyes on the table and you can tell from his voice he’s hurt. 

“You didn’t ruin anything.” You keep your voice soft and reach out to hold his other hand. Frankie’s head jerks up as if he didn’t hear you correctly. “I mean it, this is the best date I’ve been on.”

“Dinner and a movie is the best date you’ve been on?” He isn’t sure if you’re being serious. 

“Yes.” You make eye contact with him before continuing, “I like your company so it doesn’t matter what we do. Even at work, it’s like I get paid to flirt with you.”

His eyes brighten at your words, “I like your company too, makes me feel comfortable.” 

Your face warms at that, having anyone say they feel comfortable around you was the best compliment to receive. You turn your head to look out the window but Frankie moves his hand to your chin, getting you to look back at him. Looking into his eyes you can feel the words he’s not saying. He pulls back and begins counting out the amount for the food and tip. 

When he gets out of his side he holds his hand out for you, you happily link your arms with his. Just like that the two of you were back to the jovial undertone you had all evening. 

…………..

Wait until she finds out about your drug addiction Francisco, Do you think she’ll still be with you?

Maria’s words cut deeper than he’d like to admit. That’s the downside of being with someone as long as they have, you know exactly where to twist the knife to make it work. When she called he thought something happened with Rosie but all she wanted to know was how the date was going. When he reminded her he never asked her for specifics, she reminded him that he came with overweight emotional baggage.

Even with your insistence that he hadn’t ruined anything Frankie still wanted to make it up to you. He kept one hand on the wheel and one on your thigh, finding comfort that you’re right next to him. Your head rested on his shoulder while soft snores left your mouth, you barely lasted 2 minutes before passing out. 

The light illuminating your porch reminded him that he had to leave soon, as much as he wanted to stay in the moment with you. Frankie gentle roused you from your sleep before turning the car off. He’s sure you’re up but he keeps his arm firmly around your waist just in case. At your door, you don’t immediately rifle through your stuff for your key. 

“I had a great time tonight Frank.” You place both hands on each side of his stubble while he clasps both arms around your center. 

“So did I baby.” He leans down to give you a peck but you chase after him on your tiptoes. Very quickly the innocent kiss he meant for you two to share was filled with tongue, teeth, and spit. 

You pull back before going through your purse for your key. Once you find it you waste no time unlocking your door and pulling Frankie inside. You push him against the door before continuing what you started outside. Frankie’s hands slip down past your hips and cup your ass while your tongue explores his mouth. He loves how much you show him you want him. The way your chest pressed against his, and the feel of your hard nipples rubbing against his chest. 

Your hands grip his shoulders as if he’s gonna let you go. Strawberry flavored lip balm that you wore was now all over his lips and mouth. Despite there not being any space between you two he needs you closer. His hand moves from your ass to the top of your thighs, and without you jumping he lifts you to wrap around him. Your lips move from his mouth to his ear, lowly giving him directions to your room. 

When he reaches your room he makes a beeline for your bed before tossing you on your bed. You giggle and try to sit up but he’s already on you, pushing you back down. His lips kiss a trail down your neck, and the heat that sits low in your belly expels itself through your pants. Frankie’s imagination wasn’t as good as the real thing, the rise and fall of your pebbled chest had him eager to see what was underneath. 

He feels your hands trailing down his chest, but as they make their way to his pants he stops you.

“Let me take care of you first.” The fluttering in your stomach sinks lower and you let Frankie take over. His rough hands slip under your shirt and squeeze your breasts before groaning into your neck. His reaction to your body pleases you. When he rolls your nipple between his fingers, you arch into him breathing heavier than before. 

Slowly, Frankie slides your shirt over your head and then resumes his ministrations. As good as his playing with you feels you’re ready for him to deal with the ache plaguing you. Frankie laughs at your impatience but furthers his descent on your body. He presses chaise kisses down your belly before reaching the top of your shorts. 

All your breathing ceases while he unbuttons and tugs them down your legs. Panties included. Frankie cups the back of your knees and pulls your legs apart so he can look at you. He loves seeing your pussy glisten and clench around nothing. 

Frankie kisses the insides of your thigh before dipping his mouth to kiss your clit. He feels you trying to close your legs but his hands remain firm as he begins sucking. A shiver runs through your body and all you can do is grip your comforter while moans tumble out of your mouth. You throw your head back when you feel Frankie’s tongue flicking your clit at the same time. Frankie can’t help himself as he groans into your pussy, the way you react to him gives him a high. He takes one hand off your leg and slips two fingers into your weeping pussy. Your hips jerk on their own accord, the only thing you can think about is keeping Frankie’s face buried between your legs.

The feel of Frankie’s fingers gives you a new sense of need, your hands forget their place on the comforter and go for his chocolate curls. When you tug at them to bring him impossibly closer you feel the vibration of him groan against you. Your bundle of nerves is building and you know it won’t be long. As if Frankie can feel what you do, he works his fingers until he finds that spongey spot. He knows he’s got it when he hears you let out a string of curse words. 

Frankie feels you dripping around his face and he revels in how he’s making you feel. Your eyes are scrunched tight with your mouth open, he’s never seen anyone as beautiful as you at this moment. A sudden tremble in your body that has you rocking your his into his face clues him into your orgasm. He pulls back and kisses your thighs until you are back in this plane of existence. He was that good. 

“If I said I love you would you think I’m crazy?” When you open your eyes to look at Frankie, all of your juices cover his lower face. When Frankie slides in bed your jaw drops at how shiny his face is. 

“Of course I would. But I would appreciate it.” His response makes you smile. 

With your body mostly functioning you turn on your side before addressing Frankie, “Can you spend the night?” 

“As long as you don’t mind me getting up at 5.” Frankie undresses until he’s in his boxers and gets under the covers with you.

“Can you make me breakfast?” You counter as if you’ll eat it.

“If I’m persuaded.” He mutters from behind you. 

Frankie texts Maria that he’ll be home in the morning to drop Rosie off before he turns on Do Not Disturb. He places a kiss on your forehead before flipping on his side to go to bed. 

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(So many sentences) Sunday

It's Sunday here, so I'm getting the ball rolling with some big brother Buck.

...

Turns out, asking your best friend to marry you is easier said than done.

The last time he’d asked someone to marry him, his dad had put a hand on his shoulder and told him to do the right thing. Shannon was pregnant and Eddie was at least half responsible, so they were married a month later.

They’d been young and terrified, but Eddie doesn’t regret his time with Shannon, not when it gave him Chris.

He wants to do it right this time, and it’s not just Buck he needs to consider. There are four of them in this family. Because that’s what they are. That’s how Eddie’s been thinking of them, even before Buck and Zac moved in two years ago.

In that time they’ve been raising two kids together. They’ve been to parent-teacher interviews, school field trips, and supervised birthday parties. They’ve nursed both kids (and each other) through injury and illness together, sitting for hours in the ER when Chris broke his arm and when Zac had appendicitis.

(keep reading under the cut)

Eddie spends the whole weekend stewing over it, trying to get Chris and Zac alone without Buck around to overhear. It’s not easy when they’re both either at work together or at home together.

A whole week passes before he gets the opportunity.

It’s Tuesday afternoon. Buck’s at work, having swapped a shift with Jackson so he could have the next day off to chaperone a field trip at Zac’s school. 

The sound of screeching children drowns out the low rumble of the engine as Eddie waits, windows rolled down, for the pick-up line to crawl forward.

It’s hot, and the AC is broken again, pushing through stagnant air that’s only marginally better than the warm breeze blowing in through the window.

Eddie wipes sweaty palms against his jeans and lets the truck roll forward to the front of the pick-up bay.

“Eddie!” Zac is as enthusiastic as ever as he throws the back door open and clambers into the back seat. He freezes halfway across the seats, leaning over into the front. “Where’s Buck?” he asks, peering around like his six-foot brother might magically materialise in the front seat.

“He’s at work, remember,” Eddie tells him, biting back a smile at the confused look on the ten-year-old’s face.

“Oh, yeah.” The confusion clears and Zac grins, scrambling into his seat. “Did you know you can tell the age of a mammoth by counting the rings on its tusks?”

“Uh, no?” Eddie blinks at the sudden conversation shift and turns to shoot Zac a fold smile. “Seatbelt.”

“Yeah, it’s like how you can count the rings on a tree,” Zac continues, reaching for his seat belt. “And there’s a mummified baby mammoth that we might get to see.”

“On the field trip?” Eddie asks, piecing the puzzle together. 

He’s not sure who’s more excited for the trip– Buck or Zac. Their kitchen table is currently buried under the pages and pages of notes and education resources Buck had printed off the museum’s website.

“Hey Dad?” The front passenger door swings open and Chris shoves his crutches into the footwell. “Can I go to Matt’s house after school tomorrow?”

“Not on a school night,” Eddie tells him, waiting for his son to put on his seatbelt. “Maybe on the weekend.”

“But Dad,” Chris starts, “he just got Tears of the Kingdom and he said I could play it.” 

“Aren’t you still grounded?” Zac asks from the back seat.

“No, Dad said I’m not anymore.”

“It’s still a school night,” Eddie says, flicking on the indication to pull away from the school. “And you have homework. Why don’t you wait until the weekend?” he suggests. “You could have a sleepover.”

“Yeah, okay.” Chris pulls his cellphone out of this bag and Eddie turns his attention back to the road, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel.

“Hey, so I was thinking we could stop at the beach before going home,” he says, his hands suddenly feeling sweaty again.

“Really?” Zac asks, his reflection in the mirror leans forward in his seat and Eddie can feel his feet swinging against the back of his chair. “Can we get ice cream?”

“I thought I had homework,” Chris says slowly, lowering his phone.

“I know, we won’t stay long. I just— there’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” Eddie says, glancing back up to the mirror. “Before we get home.”

Chris’ expression twists into something thoughtful. “Is it about Buck?” he asks. “Is that why you picked us up from school?”

“I pick you up from school all the time.”

“Yeah, with Buck,” Chris responds, his tone edging into suspicion. “Because you hate driving.”

“I don’t hate driving,” Eddie argues.

“But Buck drives all the time,” Zac pipes up, joining Chris in this gang up on Eddie hour. “You never drive.”

“Buck’s at work,” Eddie reminds them. “And yeah, fine. It is about Buck, but it’s also about you guys and me and—” he stops and forces himself to take a breath. “Let’s just get to the beach and then we can talk.”

“Wait, are we getting ice cream because it’s bad?” Chris asks, his voice wavering. “Did something bad happen?”

Eddie resists the urge to bang his head against the steering wheel. God, he’s already screwing this up. 

“It’s nothing bad,” he says instead and pulls into a parking spot, cutting the engine. “It’s good. I promise.” 

They all bundle out of the car and head over to the little van that sells soft serve and slushies, and Eddie buys both kids an ice cream, stuffing his pockets with napkins for the inevitable mess that will follow.

They walk down to the beach, Eddie carrying Chris’ ice cream as they pick their way across the sand to find a spot near the water.

“So,” Eddie starts, handing over the ice cream. He wipes his hands on his jeans again, the stickiness more to do with nerves than the dripping mess Chris is eagerly digging into. “I wanted to talk to both of you about me and Buck and—” he hesitates, bracing himself. “How would you guys feel if me and Buck got married?”

“You’re getting married?” Zac sits up on his knees, his eyes lighting up. 

Eddie laughs, handing over a napkin. “Well, I haven’t asked him yet,” he admits. “But I want to.” He glances across at Chris. “Only if both of you are okay with it.”

“Yes!” Zac cheers, the ice cream dripping down his hand forgotten in his excitement. 

“Chris?”

His son’s lips press together deep in thought. “If you and Buck get married, does that mean he’ll be my dad too?”

“If that’s something you want,” Eddie tells him, watching carefully for Chris’s reaction. 

A bright smile spreads across Chris’ face and he nods fervently. 

“Yeah, that would be cool.”

The last of Eddie’s anxiety fades.  “So, you’re happy if I ask him?”

“Yes!” Both kids nod and Zac says, “Me and Chris will be brothers.” Then he notices the ice cream running down his arm, soaking into his sleeve and hurries to lick it up.

“No we wouldn’t,” Chris tells him. “Not really, Buck isn’t your dad.” He finishes his ice cream. “I think you’d be my uncle.”

Zac’s smile falters. “But you’re older, and I don’t want to be your uncle.”

“You can be brothers,” Eddie tells him, handing over more napkins so they can start cleaning themselves up. “But you can’t say anything to Buck. It’s got to be a secret, just for a little while.”

“Okay.”

Nodding, Eddie lets out a long breath. The conversation had been easier than expected, though in hindsight it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Both boys love Buck as much as Eddie does.

Still, that’s step one done. Now all Eddie needs is a ring and the perfect moment. 

Easy.

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