#it’s a hersheys chocolate mug

[disappointingcabbage]

This is why I collect unique/funky mugs. I know which ones are missing from the cabinet. Also they look cool.

living with ADHD is being stuck in a Matrix of your own making, and forgetting you made it

[sotiredimbored]

mutual appreciation post

what i would get everyone for the holidays(not christmas bcuz holidays)

if this is basic asf i apologize i am currently exploding <3

also if i forgot you i am so soryr i forgive me please i am afraid(maybe im afraid of you and youre too cool)

@sweetest-thing-in-hell ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you an album (soryr i dont know you well but sabrina carpenter)

@mintbecrazy ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a camera like a vintage one

@woahg-i-am-thoroughly-confused ˋ°•*⁀➷ its your bday soon !! sorry mention of bdays anywho i would get you alien stage merch because i think you like that

@apjofan ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a mug that says "it will all be ok"

@emdabitchass ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you pjo merch

@just-another-starry-dreamer ˋ°•*⁀➷ at the comis store in the mall i always go to theres a litlte sign that says i am an unpaid therapist and id get you that

@that-willowtree ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you bsd things

@starkissed-mars ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would give you a fucking hug bc i fele as though you need one(if ur ok with hugs)

@here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a book of robert frosts poetry because yes

@asters-tempo ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you art supplies(praying you dont think this is basic)

@stars-taylorsversion ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would write you marauders things(soryr i dont know you superly yet)

@rins-batcave ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would give you a wallows album

@deadatthealtar ˋ°•*⁀➷ ride the cyclone merch

@circe-butbetter ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would write you fanfiction

@emilem-forevermore ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a hoodie that says "all my friends think im amazing"

@racc00ning ˋ°•*⁀➷i would get you something from epic(idk if theres merch but)

@aidens-ocean-galaxy ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you yellow jackets things and let you rant to me more about them because yes

@calypso10191 ˋ°•*⁀➷ CAL MY FRIEND i would get you airplane tickets to visit anyone you want

@seekmemystar ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a greek painting(the vibes trust trust)

@thestrawberryapologist ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you that ring that expands into an angel

@planetjinko ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you all the tbhk books

@a-t1r3d-b1s3xual ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a laptop bcuz i know you want one

@moku-and-his-madness ˋ°•*⁀➷ getting you merch of tsuchigomori(i spelled it wrong didnt i)

@serialkilluh-1996 ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a red button that screams(trusttrust)

@arandombiped ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you alice oseman merchandise

@demigod-jack-hearth ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you hestia paintings

@blizzardtheartisticfox ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you hermitcraft things

@choucon ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a star pin(badly drawn) that says "your did it"

@xx-neuro-xx ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you tally hall album

@kermit-the-fag-official ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a kermit puppet

@pearl-div3r ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would write you epic shit

@fishcow99 ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you newsies stuff

@hershey-not-the-chocolate-maybe ˋ°•*⁀➷ i woud get you arcane shit

@kunikisss ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you call of duty things because i think you like that

@kawaiibarty ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a record player idk trust

@butch-marauders ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a girl in red album

@sunsets-are-my-universe ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a break(you need one lets be real)

@mun-urufu ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a mug that i made

@raeprise ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you spn things

@k-is-for-potassium ˋ°•*⁀➷i would get you a banana for the funny

@yourlocalbadgerscales ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you taylor swift merch

@stqrgirl3 ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a star mirror

@you-will-never-be-satisfied ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a hamilton advent calender

@whydousernamesevenexist ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would give you one of my old peanuts comic books from like the 1950s n shit

@aesthetic-writer18 ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would give you WRITING MOTIVATION WOO

@klondyke-the-bearˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a stuffed animal

@funz1es ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you oil painting sets becauz i think it would be good for you

@themortalityofundyingstars ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you sunflower seeds

@lifegoalsofafish ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you tcgf things( i hope thats how it works)

@garden-of-runar ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a cotton candy machine(its off vibes)

@gasolinehornet ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you tickets too a movie you want

@stars-on-my-bedroom-ceiling ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would give you a childrens book

@definitionoffuckup ˋ°•*⁀➷ i would get you a tea packet(trust is this a shit gift perhaps)

if youd like to be removed from this lmk !!

[redsummermoon]

*slams credit card on the counter*

Lovely writer, I need some more Cameron propaganda. Maybe he gets teased by Charlie for not having a first kiss or something, so the reader calls him over to unknowingly stand under a mistletoe. Then mistletoe kisses???? And cheesiness?? Yesuuuuhhh. Anyway, you’re great, you’re great. Have a great day.

FIRST TIME POSTING A FIC IN SO LOOONG OMG happy holidays y'all i can't wait to get into writing again ! thank you for requesting🥰

Secret Santa

Richard Cameron x reader CW: female reader, erm i think that’s it, oh reader knits [1.4k words] 

Charlie’s house is glowing, every inch decked out in chaotic holiday cheer. Strings of multicolored lights twinkle from the ceiling, and the faint scent of pine mixes with the warmth of hot chocolate and crackling firewood. The record player spins a jazzy Christmas tune in the corner, and the room is packed with the poets.

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the tree, cradling the books Todd gave you for Secret Santa. They’re perfect. Thoughtful and carefully chosen, complete with his quiet little notes scribbled on the first pages. Warmth blooms in your chest as you glance at Todd, who’s smiling shyly from across the room.

Cameron sits on the floor in front of the coffee table, carefully unwrapping his gift from Charlie. You watch as his meticulous fingers peel back the wrapping paper, exposing a festive box adorned with snowflakes. He lifts the lid with the same care he approaches everything, as if the box might hold some kind of secret.

Inside are three things: a tube of lip balm, a small handheld mirror, and a bag of Hershey kisses. Cameron tilts his head, his brow furrowing.

“Uh…” he begins, pulling out the items one by one. “Charlie, what is this?”

The room quiets slightly, everyone leaning in to see what absurdity Charlie has orchestrated this time.

Charlie, who is perched on the arm of the couch wearing a Santa hat tilted jauntily to the side, bursts out laughing. “It’s a first kiss care package!”

Cameron freezes, his face turning red as he clutches the bag of chocolate.

“A what?” he stammers.

Charlie grins, holding up a finger as if ticking off points. “First, lip balm. Obvious reasons. Gotta keep those lips kissably soft, my friend.”

A snort escapes from Neil, who’s sprawled on the couch with Meeks.

“Second,” Charlie continues, holding up an imaginary mirror, “the mirror. So you can practice with yourself and get the angle right, you know, for when the big moment happens.”

Cameron’s jaw drops. “You’re kidding.”

“And third,” Charlie says, gesturing dramatically toward the bag in Cameron’s lap, “Hershey kisses. Just in case the real thing never happens.”

The room erupts in laughter, Neil nearly falling off the couch and Knox covering his face as he shakes with silent giggles.

You glance at Cameron, who looks like he might combust. His ears are bright red, and he’s gripping the mirror like it might shield him from the teasing.

“Charlie!” you say, though you’re struggling not to laugh yourself. “That’s… thoughtful, I guess?”

“It’s absurd!” Cameron protests, holding up the lip balm like it’s evidence in a courtroom. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Use it, obviously,” Charlie says with a smirk. “Trust me, your lips are gonna thank me later.”

Cameron groans, burying his face in his hands. “This is humiliating.”

Neil was next to open your gift, and you should’ve been paying attention to Neil as he opened the knit sweater you’d poured hours into over the last month, but your focus was elsewhere.

Cameron had just excused himself, mumbling something about needing another drink. It wasn’t convincing, not to you. His tone was tight, and his body language screamed discomfort. It wasn’t hard to guess why.

Setting down your mug of cider, you stood and followed him into the kitchen.

The bright lights above the sink felt jarring compared to the dim, cozy glow of the living room. Cameron stood by the window, his back to you, hands resting on the counter as he gazed out at the snow-covered yard. His reflection in the glass looked a little sad, and your heart clenched.

“You okay?” you asked softly, stepping closer.

He startled slightly, glancing over his shoulder. “Yeah,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “I’m fine.”

You raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter. “You don’t sound fine.”

He hesitated, his gaze shifting back to the window. “It’s nothing,” he muttered.

“Cameron,” you said gently, taking a step closer. “Come on. It’s me. You can talk to me.”

He sighed, his breath fogging up the glass in front of him. “It’s just… Charlie,” he admitted. “Sometimes, I don’t know how to handle him. He means well, I guess, but…”

“But he doesn’t know when to stop,” you finished for him, your voice warm with understanding.

Cameron nodded. “Exactly. I know it’s all jokes to him, but it’s not always easy for me to laugh it off.” He turned to face you, his expression a mix of frustration and vulnerability. “I just wish he wouldn’t make everything a spectacle.”

You smiled softly. “That’s Charlie for you. A walking, talking spectacle.”

That drew a faint laugh from Cameron, though it was tinged with resignation.

Your eyes drifted upward, catching a sprig of mistletoe hanging above the two of you. You smirked. Of course, Charlie. Who else would’ve strategically placed mistletoe all over his house?

An idea sparked in your mind.

“Hey, Cameron,” you said, your tone light as you stepped closer. “Come here for a second.”

He blinked, clearly confused but obliging. “What is it?”

You reached up gently, touching his jaw to tilt his head back so he could see the mistletoe. “Look up.”

His eyes widened as he took in the green sprig tied with a red ribbon. “Oh.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

You let your hand drop but stayed close. “You know what this means, right?”

He swallowed nervously, his gaze flickering from the mistletoe to you. “Uh, yeah.”

A teasing smile tugged at your lips. “Good. Because you still owe me a Christmas present.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “I do?”

You nodded, your voice dipping into something more serious but still playful. “Mm-hmm. A kiss. It’s tradition, after all.”

Cameron stared at you, his face slowly turning a deep shade of pink. For a moment, you thought he might bolt, but then he surprised you.

“I, uh…” He cleared his throat, then nodded quickly. “Yeah. Okay. If… uh, if that’s what you want.”

Your teasing smile softened into something gentler. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”

Cameron hesitated for only a second before leaning in, his movements careful, almost shy. When his lips met yours, it was sweet and tentative, a kiss that spoke of nervousness but also something genuine.

The warmth of it spread through you like the glow of Christmas lights, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips.

When he pulled back, his face was bright red, but there was a small, almost dazed smile on his face. “Was… was that okay?” he asked quietly.

“More than okay,” you replied, your heart feeling as light as snowflakes.

For a moment, the two of you just stood there, the kitchen quiet except for the muffled sounds of the party in the other room.

“So,” Cameron said after a moment, his voice still soft but with a hint of playfulness. “Does this mean I don’t have to use Charlie’s ‘first kiss care package’ after all?”

Before you could answer, the kitchen door swung open, and there he was, Charlie Dalton, grinning like a mad man. “Well, well, well,” he said, clapping his hands together loudly enough to startle both of you. “Looks like my Secret Santa gift paid off!”

You blinked at him. “Your Secret Santa gift?”

Charlie sauntered into the kitchen, completely unbothered by the looks you and Cameron were giving him. He gestured dramatically to the mistletoe hanging above your heads. “You’re welcome, by the way. Planted that bad boy all over the house just for you two.”

Cameron groaned, his face turning beet red as he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Charlie…”

“What?” Charlie said innocently, though the mischievous twinkle in his eye gave him away. “It’s the season of giving! And what better gift than ensuring you finally got your first kiss? Honestly, it was starting to get painful to watch.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sheer absurdity of it breaking through the moment’s tension. “You’re ridiculous,” you told Charlie, though there was no real bite in your voice.

“Ridiculously thoughtful,” he corrected, crossing his arms with a self-satisfied smirk. “Anyway, you’re welcome for the push, Cameron. You can thank me later.”

Cameron groaned again but this time smiled faintly, his eyes darting to you. “I think I’ll stick to thanking her.”

Charlie threw his hands up dramatically. “Fine! Fine! Be ungrateful. But don’t think I’m not claiming this as my greatest Christmas miracle yet.” He winked at you both before backing out of the kitchen.

As the door swung shut behind him, you and Cameron exchanged a look, his blush still lingering but softened by the small smile on his face.

“Well,” you said, stepping a little closer and taking his hand, “miracle or not, I’m glad it happened.”

“Me too,” Cameron said, his voice quiet but sure, his fingers lacing through yours.

From the other room, Charlie’s voice rang out, “Merry Christmas, lovebirds!”

[distantsolarsystemsandsnails]

note to myself when i’ve had a bad day:

get home. walk the dog. then. get a small mug (and i mean small) and fill it about halfway with hot water. get a small spoon and scoop in 3 spoonfuls of cadbury drinking chocolate and one spoonful of hersheys cocoa and stir. add a dash of vanilla and a dash of cinnamon. next, fill it up the rest of the way with the most decadent dairy you have, be that whole milk, half and half or cream. maybe heat it back up a bit in the microwave, idk. drink it standing at (or sitting on) the counter, as slowly or as quickly as you want. put everything away and put the mug in the sink. then lay down on the couch and listen to julien baker.

[gnometa233]

Also now that my beloved mutual @redactedbutch reached his urgent goal, here is

Nomi's banger Hot Chocolate

INGREDIENTS:

1 cup of milk

2 tablespoons of cocoa powder

2 tablespoons dark brown sugar

1 and a half tablespoon of cornstarch (optional)

Pinch of salt

Drop of vanilla

Measure out your cup of milk and pour it into your mug. Pour some of that milk into a small bowl.

In the small bowl add your cornstarch and mix well. You MUST NOT SKIP THIS STEP unless you want cornstarch clumps in your hot chcoolate

Put the rest of the milk in a small saucepan. Add the rest of your ingredients to said saucepan. Turn saucepan on medium heat and stir until no clumps form. Keep stirring so you don't get burnt cocoa powder on the bottom of the pan

Once it starts smoking, add your cornstarch slurry and STIR!!!! It'll look like nothing is happening, but eventually you will get a slightly thicker hot chocolate. Once heated to your liking, turn the heat off and pour into your mug of choice.

Now you can stop there, but every hot chocolate needs a whipped cream. This does work better if you use a darker cocoa powder (hershey's special dark is great), but regular is still fine.

1/4th cup of heavy whipping cream

1 TEASPOON (not tablespool) of Powdered sugar

Salt and HONEY to taste.

Pour your heavy whipping cream into a bowl and, using a hand mixer or a whisk, beat until soft peaks. Then, add your powdered sugar, salt, and honey and keep beating. That gives you honey Salt whipped cream

Serve this to anyone and they will NEVER do anything to piss you off.

Ivy still needs to get more funds though, so once that goal is reached, I'll post my brownie recipe that was so good my friend told me "if I was not in a committed relationship right now, I would marry you on the spot." After they ate it.

[antvnger]

On the 2nd day of Christmas, Ant-Man gave to you:

My hot chocolate recipe! It's like the only sweet thing I can make since no baking is involved *laughs*

Ingredients:

4 cups of whatever milk you want (nice, right?)

1/4 cup of sugar (I recommend cane sugar if you've got it)

1 whole cinnamon stick

1/2 whole vanilla bean, scraped OR 2 teaspoons vanilla extract

1/4 cup cocoa powder of your choice (Hershey's or Ghirardelli would be my recommendation)

3 & 1/2 ounces semi-sweet chocolate of your choice (NOTE: if you want to use milk chocolate instead of semi-sweet, then just ignore the sugar part of the ingredients)

pinch of salt (kosher salt if you've got it)

whatever you wanna use to top your hot chocolate

Instructions:

Use a sharp knife to chop the chocolate into small pieces, the smaller the better but like it doesn't have to be super fine, ya know? just get them like chocolate chip size or smaller

Add the milk, powder, chocolate, sugar, vanilla, cinnamon stick, and salt to a medium saucepan that's on low heat

Stir regularly! That's an important tip. Use a whisk if you've got one or a spoon if you don't.

Warm and stir until the chocolate has completely melted.

Remove the cinnamon stick from the saucepan and the vanilla bean (if you didn't use extract) and just throw those away.

Divide it up into mugs, add your toppings, and enjoy!

[beelicious-and-fictitious]

Clinomania

❤ A Valentine's Day Special! ❤

Summary || [Steve Harrington X Female Reader SMUT] Your devoted boyfriend gets creative waking you up on Valentine's day morning. 

Your Boyfriend Steve | 2.5k words | NO BETA/ SELF-EDITED, Swearing, Valentine’s Day Theme, Prompt: “Day One + Steve Harrington + Chocolate,” Established Relationship, Glasses!Steve, Food Play (Hershey’s Kisses Chocolate), Morning Sex, Body Worship, Foot Massage, Breast Humping, Oral Sex (male receiving), Anal Fingering (male receiving), Aftercare. 

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Your friends laughed at you– laughed!– when you bought a new mattress. 

"Don't you sleep at Steve's house most nights?," Jonathan inquired. 

"No, she passes out at her desk because she’s a workaholic," Robin teased. 

"You're wasting money on a bed when you should be saving up for an apartment," Nancy chastised. 

"What you’re really wasting is a perfectly good mattress," said Eddie, but he stopped grumbling the second you told him he could have your old one. 

"I think you just keep doing you, girl," Argyle added from over the phone and then proceeded to describe how he was holding both of his thumbs up. 

But you picked one from a top rated brand and jumped on the bed until the stiff springs softened. Tonight, you fall into your clean sheets and pillows and comforter in silky sleep clothes after a nice shower and you sleep like a happy little rock. 

Early in the pre-dawn morning, some muffled sounds pull your head up from the warm recess of the sleep pool. Your eyes flutter open to find someone sneaking quietly into your bedroom. You would recognize the silhouette of that luscious hair anywhere and grunt because you're not fully awake. 

You see Steve turn his head towards you in surprise. He shushes you gently and whispers, "sorry. Go back to sleep, sweetheart." 

You expected him to join you in bed but are disappointed to see his form retreating after a kiss on the forehead. It almost feels like a dream as sleep pulls you back under and the next thing you know is sweet dreams fueled by the smell of coconut and papaya. 

You dream of laying on a beach with white sands and turquoise waves. Kids play at the edge of the water, the boombox by your towel plays Blue Oyster Cult softly, and the gentle breeze blows a stray beach ball into your hands. Well, it’s actually a basketball. And a tall, lean man in bright red swim trunks crouches by your side with a flirtatious smile, brushing his pretty brown locks off his forehead and holding out his hand. 

“Sorry about that,” dreamy beach boy Steve said as you shook his hand, “gee, you’re awfully gorgeous, aren’t you? How’s about I help you with that sunscreen, doll?” 

You manage to undo the strings of your bikini top before quickly realizing that you must be dreaming. And as always, the dream slips away into memory and you open your eyes and return to your quaint, quiet bedroom which has become lightly sun filled. 

A handsome face appears above you with his wire frame glasses sliding down to the end of his aquiline nose. “Good morning, valentine.” 

“Hey Baywatch,” you mumble sleepily. 

“What,” he chuckles and adjusts his glasses. "Sleep well?" 

You moan. "So good, baby. Maybe… maybe too good…" 

"How's that?" You can't see him anymore now that he's slipped from your view and you can't turn your head. 

"I'm too comfortable, Steve," you almost sound like you're whining. "I can't get up. I can't move." 

Steve comes back into view. "Need a doctor?" 

You try to command yourself to shake your head but nothing happens. Growing slightly concerned, Steve drops a hand on your hip and his thumb absentmindedly circles your skin. It feels good too, not enough to free you from the bed's clutches. 

"Think… you just need to help me get my blood flowing," you finally said, and watched his gentle brown eyes turn hungry. 

"I can do that." 

Steve sets what sounds like a ceramic mug on your nightstand and picks something else up, then shuffles to the end of the bed before mounting it. You feel his knee bump your foot and realize you must have forgotten to use your blankets last night. 

"I was going to save this for after dinner tonight," you hear Steve start to say, "but I guess we'll be doing your presents backwards today." 

"What is it?" 

You hear a bottle open and close, then the sound of his big hands rubbing against each other moistly. "Massage oil. Get you nice and warmed up, sweetheart." 

Steve starts in at your feet, the oil warmed by his hands and easing the friction of movement. Your eyes roll back into your head at the firm pressure of his thumb making circular motions into your arch. And your boyfriend takes his time with you, not overworking nor neglecting certain muscles– just the goldilocks of massaging. He works up to your mid calf before setting your foot down to the side and switching legs. 

The silk fabric of your pants is unfortunately getting stained as he pushes it up your leg, but you can't bring yourself to mind at all as you feel him part your legs and scoot closer and closer to your core. Your blood is circulating at optimal capacity and you've never been so relaxed and yet so worked up before. 

Steve's head comes into view and he looks down at you with a fond smile, stripping your pants off completely and beginning work with his hands on the meat of your thigh. You whimper involuntarily and it only makes his smile widen. 

"Hi baby," he teases you. "How are we feeling?" 

This time, you moan appreciatively. "So good, Steve. Need you…" 

He raises an inquisitive eyebrow. "Need me to what, sweetheart?" 

Of course he is going to make you say it. Despite being close enough to your core to know how wet you were, able to see your nipples peaked under your shirt and the sweat on your neck. The back of his hand is centimeters from brushing your mound and yet he still wants you to say it. 

Stubbornly, you flatten your mouth and turn your head aside, pretending to fall back to sleep. He chuckles at your obstinance and drops a kiss on the exposed part of your neck before climbing off the bed entirely. In a panic, you whip your head around to find him and whine pathetically. 

"Where are you going?!" 

"Nowhere," he laughs, "I'm gonna wash my hands and grab something, calm down!" 

Feeling more awake, you manage to shuffle your legs into a more comfortable position and slide your arms in to start unbuttoning your shirt. Steve comes back with a box of chocolates. He takes a few into his big hand and sets the box on your nightstand where you realize there are also a few candles that hadn't been there before with black wicks and curling smoke. Steve unraps the foil from each of the chocolates and offers one to you, which you gladly open your mouth for and intentionally lick his fingers as you take it. It isn't long before he gets back in bed, but this time he straddles your hips. You glance at the comfy lounge pants on his hips and the bulge resting on your pelvis. 

“What’s that for?” You’re not too excited about food in your new bed but Steve shushes you and asks you to trust him, which you do. Then he pushes open your shirt and admires your bare chest. 

"Oh baby, for me?," he asks as if your naked breasts are a gift (and to him, they are). "You shouldn't have… but boy am I'm glad you did." 

His silly mood dials back as he begins to strategically place the little chocolates on your belly, making a trail between the valley of your breasts, mounting two next to your nipples, and placing one pointed top down in your naval. You roll your eyes but let him play, not quite getting the joke until he leans down and takes the first one, replacing it with his wet lips. 

"A kiss for a kiss," he says as he leans back with a goofy smile and chews. He takes another, inching up slowly.

"You're going to get sick from eating all that chocolate," you say lazily.

"They're minis," he shrugs and upon collection of the next Hersey's kiss, he leaves a sticky wet spot with his tongue. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t leave you hanging.” 

Steve takes a chocolate from your boob and after making sure that it’s evenly melted in his mouth, he licks a stripe over your budding nipple, painting over it. The shock of hot and cold as the chocolate quickly cools has you shivering, and he repeats this action on the other side, then spends a good few minutes sucking it back up and cleaning them. 

The slick is beginning to pool inside your underwear, now having nowhere to go. And when you wiggle your hips, Steve’s stiff cock bumps the lowest part of your belly and leaves a sticky spot where pre-cum has soaked through his clothes. 

“Steve, Steve,” you whine and wiggle needily beneath him. “Please, baby, please.” 

You are moments away from full on crying, incoherent with your blooming desire but trying not to hurry him into anything. You suspect that Steve is just as down bad as you are, though he has patience galore when it comes to worshiping your body, much to your elation and sometimes dismay. 

And for once, or maybe because he can’t wait anymore either, Steve sits up and tugs his shirt over his head, the collar of his shirt accidentally pick up some of the chocolate staining his chin. The hem brushes his happy trail, revealing his freckled skin and hairy chest like a present being unwrapped. His glasses almost fall off, but he rights them once his left hand is free and tosses the shirt to the end of the bed. He’s panting now, same as you, his right hand gliding over his stomach to the waistband of his jeans and undoing his belt. 

Your mouth salivates as Steve pushes his jeans aside and the only barrier left between him and the world is Calvin Klein. Your boyfriend has always been good to you, and you can always ask him for anything you want. Impatience overwhelms you and you stop him just as his thumb catches on the waist band of his underwear. 

You crook a finger at him, then place your hands on his butt and pull, beckoning him to sit higher on your body. Away from your needy sex. He looks confused but he follows your direction, asking what you are doing until his voice trails off and he watches you smear melted chocolate from one breast to the other and lick the remains off your hands. 

The way he whispers your name makes you feel powerful. You take up his heavy cock in your hands and stroke him slowly, bringing him to full hardness and coating his shaft in chocolate. 

It's a mess in the making but you are too drunk on lust to stop. 

"Come here," you coax him to scoot just an inch closer, then settle his cock between your breasts and squeeze, forming a channel around his member and staring up at him. 

Steve could just about faint. He braces himself on his thighs and pulls his hips back and thrusts, feeling his cock slide through sticky chocolate and gathering sweat. On the second test thrust, you stick your tongue out and catch the tip which coats the appendage in pre-cum. 

"F-fuck," Steve gasps. 

Was fucking your tits the filthiest thing you two have ever done with each other? The chocolate does bring it to a close second, but no. It’s never something Steve has asked for, or mentioned being interested in, yet still some instinct inside of you drove you to it and made you feel like this was the action that would satisfy your desire to make him feel good. Pleasing you pleases him, which pleases you, and on and on in a delicate dance of kissing and rutting and caressing that makes you feel boneless and loved. 

Steve whimpers and pets his hair back only for it to flop back into his eyes. The strands are becoming damp and sticking to his forehead. You know he needs more, he always makes those sounds when he needs more to finish. So you walk your fingers around his hip and squeeze his ass, parting his cheeks as his hips stutter and his thrusts become not faster but stronger, rougher. It takes no brain cells for him to take up the task of sandwiching your boobs back over his cock for more friction– but not until after he dribbles spit on your skin to lube it up. 

Steve nods his head before you can even ask permission– he wants it– so you go ahead and slide one finger into his hole, slow and careful so as not to cause him discomfort. And Steve moans, the loudest he’s been all morning. 

“Baby…” Sweat drops from the point of his nose and he keens. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come…” 

He almost topples over when you suddenly shove him further up your chest, pulling his cock past your breasts until you can lift your head up and wrap your lips around his tip and suck. His whole body jerks unexpectedly, eyes rolling back into his head and his glasses falling off completely without him noticing. You set them aside as far as you can and push him forward again, trying to use your body to tell him what you wanted from him since your mouth was full. 

“Okay, okay…” Steve mutters as he repositions himself and begins thrusting shallowly into your mouth. 

He growls upon feeling you moan with praise, the vibrations pressing right against the sensitive underside of his tip thanks to your playful tongue. You take him further, further, his cock inches deeper until it’s about halfway and then he jerks back just in time for the first rope to paint your chin. 

Shaking and high, Steve watches through his lashes as you greedily suck and swallow his load, his whole cock pink from use beneath the mixture of chocolate and spit. You release his cock with a pop and lick the come off of your chin as best you can, then smile like a cat with creme. Adrenaline drains from his body and he feels like you did when you woke up, relaxed and tingling all over his body. He rolls to the side almost tumbling onto the floor as your bed is unexpectedly narrow compared to his and he waddles off to provide clean-up.

He does yelp when your finger pops out of his ass, not realizing you hadn’t removed it until he stepped away from the bed and his noise makes you laugh so hard your sides hurt. 

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” he says as he returns to wipe you down with a warm, clean washcloth. “Valentine’s Day is supposed to be about you, not blowing me!” 

“Valentine’s Day is about us,” you correct him mirthfully. “And I’ll do whatever I want with your body if you let me.” 

He chuckles and sighs, slipping into your bed and curling his arm under your shoulders until you are strewn out on his chest. His heart beats steady in his chest and is already lulling you back into the clutches of sleep. But Steve has one more thing to say before you drift off. 

“Just give me a few minutes of rest, okay? And then I’m going to spend the rest of the night until dinner– when I am taking you to Enzo’s by the way– making you feel so fucking good, you will never be able to masturbate again.”

"Promises, promises," you purr with contentment.

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Big Time Rush – Hersheypark Stadium – Hershey, PA – July 2, 2023

In the words of Big Time Rush, “The city is ours.”

This absolutely rang true at Hersheypark Stadium last weekend, as the group took over Hershey, Pennsylvania. The foursome – including Kendall Schmidt, Logan Henderson, Carlos Pena-Vega, and James Maslow – made an appearance in the chocolate capital of the country on their “Can’t Get Enough” Tour. “

Rushers” were excited to see their favorite band back in action after their split in 2014. The group got back together in 2021 and then went on a reunion tour, releasing several hit singles including “Not Giving You Up,” “Call It Like I See It,” “Fall,” and more. 

For years, fans had been unsure of when they would hear more new music or see the squad again, and the guys of Big Time Rush had good news in store. They released their newest album Another Life in June 2023, and kicked off a supporting tour of the album later that month. 

We were lucky enough to attend a stop on the tour and had the time of our lives. 

Accompanying Big Time Rush on the tour were JAX and MAX, two incredibly talented performers, whose names rhyme, coincidentally! The first of the three performers of the night was viral sensation JAX (Jaclyn Cole Miskanic) who literally took the stage by storm. We’ve been covering JAX for years, so it was an amazing experience to see her perform in a stadium.

She kicked off her set with “90s Kids” followed by “Cinderella Snapped,” and a cover of Wheatus’ “Teenage Dirtbag.” Among other hits, she closed out her performance with everyone’s favorite “Victoria’s Secret” while coming down from the stage to the barricade to sing with fans. This was a performance we’ll never forget.

Up next was Max Schneider, more commonly known as MAX. He got his start on Nickelodeon on the TV series How To Rock, followed by a starring role in the network’s movie Rags. Since then, MAX has gone on to tour with Victoria Justice, Fall Out Boy, Wiz Khalifa, and now Big Time Rush.

The singer started his set with a bang, singing smash hit “Love Me Less” followed by an electric performance of a mashup of “Holla” and a cover of Snoop Dogg’s “Drop It Like It’s Hot.” We’re not kidding when we say that everyone in Hersheypark Stadium was on their feet! MAX then went on to play “Someday,” “Lights Down Low,” “Mug Shot,” and more. Once MAX left the stage, fans knew it was time to see their favorite band. 

The next thing we knew, the lights went down, and the silhouettes of four familiar figures were highlighted on stage. They stood silent for a few moments, as the crowd was anything but that. The first few notes of “Can’t Get Enough” blasted over the speakers, filling the stadium, as did the screams of hundreds of fans. Big Time Rush was officially in the house!

They then played “Elevate,” “Song for You,” and more crowd-pleasing tracks. Kendall, James, Logan, and Carlos are all such talented performers. They not only hit every single note in every single song, but they make sure each member of the audience feels seen and appreciated. Their fan interactions while performing were so special to see. 

Next was the acoustic set, where the guys played “All Over Again,” early-career hit “Any Kind of Guy,” followed by “Ask You Tonight” from their most recent album. After the intimate acoustic section, it was time to start dancing again. The rest of their set was nothing less than electric. The group played hits new and old, including “Love Me Love Me,” “Paralyzed,” “Nothing Even Matters,” and “Worldwide.”

“Worldwide” is everyone’s favorite section of the show because the guys each select a lucky fan to sit on stage with them as they perform. Every fan’s reaction to getting selected is drastically different – from being extremely shy, to crying for the entirety of the song, to taking over the song themself and putting on a performance. This is a special thing that the guys have done since they began performing this song, and we hope they continue the tradition. 

After an incredible lineup of tracks including “Famous,” “Confetti Falling,” and, of course, “Big Time Rush,” it was time for the finale. The guys returned to the stage to sing “Windows Down” – where they walked through the entire stadium greeting fans – “Boyfriend,” and finally fan favorite “Til I Forget About You.”

We’ve covered Big Time Rush numerous times over the years, but this tour was by far our favorite. If you get the chance to attend the Can’t Get Enough Tour, do it! You’ll have a night you won’t forget.

Kayla Marra

Copyright ©2023 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: July 4, 2023.

Photos by Kaylee Marie © 2023. All rights reserved.

[miammey]

Here’s some more

Jouno steals a lot of Tecchou’s hoodies and shirts and even sweat pants, and will wear them around the apartment when he’s not home, and then when Tecchou caught him, because he came home early, he found it so adorable and Jouno was so embarrassed ☺️ 🥰

Whenever there is thunderstorm, Tecchou has a pair of headphones and blankets and pillows set up on the couchor on their bed, and he and Jouno will either watch a movie on his laptop or listen to audio books or animal documentaries

The only drink/food combination of Tecchou’s that Jouno like was triple hot chocolate (I make this all the time, basically I make mug of instant hot chocolate, and then I take a couple of small Hersheys bars cut them and put them in little at a time before stirring and repeating the pattern, and once it’s all melted, I pour in some chocolate syrup) As for the food, it’s a chocolate stuffed chocolate chip cookies (basically fresh out of the oven cookies, putting a price of Hershey in the an lay another cookie on top, so that when they cool of, they’ll in a way fuse

Oooohhh yes!!!

[byz-was-here]

Hot Cocoa mix- byz edition

1 part cocoa powder (Id go with dutch processed, ((that's the hersheys extra dark)), it makes it Less bitter.)

1 part sweetener (sugar or other sucrose substitute of preference)

pinch of salt (not optional)

dash of instant espresso powder (not optional)

a smidge of Vanilla powder (optional if you can't find it. add a dash of vanilla extract when making the drink instead)

Cayenne Pepper to taste (optional. I like my chocolate hot but you do you.)

Put in a sealed container and shake vigorously until combined.

For best results:

Add 2-3 heaping spoonfuls of mix to favorite mug.

Add a splash of milk (or water if lactose has it out for you personally) and mix vigorously with a fork or comically tiny whisk (if available) until you have something resembling crude oil in the bottom of your mug.

Add piping hot water (or milk if lactose doesn't have it out for you) and fill the mug the rest of the way

Stir vigorously. Contents May get frothy.

Remove fork/comically tiny whisk, and enjoy the flood of theobromine arriving to make your day a lil bit better

[ontheveldt]

hey, i hope you're having a nice day~ I am re-reading your bsd fics and i looove them.... here's a q if you're feeling up for it for fun! If soukoku was a chocolate flavour, what flavour(s) would you assign it? (if more than one!)

have you ever had pomegranate molasses?

most people haven't, if you're not from a culture that uses it regularly. it's okay, it's easy to make.

take pomegranate juice. no, more than that. a liter, or maybe half a gallon, depending on how much you want in the end. it will be expensive. pomegranate juice is the type of red that looks black when contained in a bottle or pan, but take some in a spoon or dip your finger in, and it is the vibrant red of arterial spray. your fingers will stay red for days.

boil the juice. it will look like boiling blood. add a pinch of salt, and squeeze a lemon over it - halfheartedly, mind you, you want just a spoonful or so. some people add sugar - half a cup per 4 cups of juice, some don't. I don't. there are enough sweet things in the world.

as soon as it boils, lower the flame so it simmers. simmer it until it screams, until it's a quarter the volume of whatever you started with. dip a spoon in - you should be able to draw a line through the syrup on the back of it.

it's now a rich, deep reddish-brown color. the color of blood after it's dried, where it's trying to scab over and keep the rest sealed into the wound. it will be tart, so tart it dries your mouth out if you swallow too much of it. if balsamic vinegar and cranberries and grapes dipped in lemon juice had an orgy, pomegranate molasses is what's left on the sheets at the end of it.

take chocolate, something good. not too dark, it will be overwhelming - here is where you need that sweetness. spread a thin layer of the pomegranate molasses on top of the chocolate. a sweet-tart scab, the the color of what's hidden under bandages, of Corruption twisting around pale skin.

this is the taste of soukoku.

(a local chocolatier used to make pomegranate molasses truffles and I would give a limb to be able to replicate them)

-

odazai is simpler, but not easier.

odazai is the hot cocoa your mother made when you were little. when she had time, before her job took her away from thinking of winter as fun. you would come in from outside, cheeks red and hair frosted with snow, and there would be a steaming pot on the stove.

(for each serving, take one large spoonful of unsweetened cocoa powder from the old yellow Hershey's tin that belonged to your grandmother. every spoonful of cocoa gets double that amount of sugar. a pinch of salt, a dash of vanilla. add more or less of it all until it tastes like childhood)

pour it into a mug, something big and insulated enough to not burn your hands but still warm them up from the snow. take a sip to taste, then use it to down your pills.

let them kick in. let the memories of the bar kitchen fade, until it's just you alone in your apartment. the hot cocoa isn't quite as flavorful as you remember it being, when you were young and everything was golden-hued and perfect. you still make it sometimes, just to remember.

it's still rich creamy chocolate on your tongue, burning your throat as you drink it too fast so it warms you from the inside out. there's a slight chalky aftertaste from the tablets but it goes away as you take another sip in your empty, empty home and you relax into the memories again.

[lavenderfairycow]

1. coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars

3. bubblegum

4. i was homeschooled

5. soda bottles

6. kinda preppy i guess?

7. earbuds even though i prefer headphones because i always break them and earbuds are cheaper

8. tv shows

9. the relief of rain within the drought

10. never took p.e. because dance counted in its place

11. bagel and fruit

12. right now it is called "audition anxiety? i don't think i know her."

13. lanyard

14. fruit snacks or anything mango

15. to kill a mockingbird

16. crossed legs

17. converse

18. foggy with light rain

19. all over the place, i don't have a solid answer for you there

20. my notebook and then i type up anything worth typing up on my laptop

21. emily dickinson

22. sufjan stevens

23. i never have anything to do with the number 3 especially before something important like an audition or an exam because of the curse of 3

24. amethyst

25. yellow by coldplay

26. think about cold weather

27. go walking in the fog with a hot chai latte and good music

28. hoax by taylor swift, to be alone with you by sufjan stevens, demi moore by phoebe bridgers, outta my head by m ward, should have known better by sufjan stevens.

29. making shared playlists

30. the paradise theater, my grandfather's house in centralia, washington, the side stage curtain in dublin where our lips nearly collided, but i hesitated.

31. spiderweb tights, black (faux) leather skirt, and black corset.

32. girl i barely remember vine 😂

33. you've got to be fucking kidding me

34. grammarly

35. 12-2 am

36. something about aquarius probably

37. suitcase

38. tea

39. lemon meringue without the pie

40. im an online student

41. my mom

42. pants pockets?

43. jean jacket of course

44. lavender and oat

45. fantasy

46. gray comfy shorts and a sports bra

47. do goldfish count?

48. mango!

49. "your faithless love's the only hoax i believe in" - ts

50. when she and i were fencing at rehearsal and i knocked hard into her so we both collapsed to the ground laughing and smiling at each other, our fingertips nearly touching.

51. i don't have my audition results back yet from friday, it's only sunday but im losing my fucking mind.

52. cambria

53. raw bitten nails, chipped scarlet polish, and they hurt from typing all night

54. i learned how to advocate for myself

55. snow white and rose red

56. my mom and i always make organic pumpkin muffins with a hershey's dark kiss in the middle for the autumnal equinox.

57. losing my home and town to wildfire, first (unrequited) love, academic pressure but it's the opposite because my parents want me to go to community college

58. writing poetry, painting with watercolor, persuasion, natural kindness

59. free gay hugs! free gay hugs!

60. i don't know anime that well

61. "is it better to speak, or to die?" - call me by your name (2017)

62. elio perlman, ellie chu, kate messner, rory gilmore, little dog, jane penderwick, luna lovegood.

63. i don't do clubs

64. pinterest, i lied about my age at seven

65. one on the palm of my hand

67. snowdrops and daylilies, also calla lilies

67. the number 17

68. meat

69. never wash your hair before an exam

70. right

71.triangles

72. math

73. strawberries and hot cocoa

74. 3

75. i don't remember, but i stopped at 13

76. crinkle cut french fries

77. aloe vera or basil

78. coffee from a gas station

79. school id photo

80. a mix of both

81. fireflies

82. pc

83. both!!!!!!

84. podcasts

84. barbie

85. mythology

86. cookies

87. the number 3, also rejection

88. to end up with my first love

89. my mom

90. quitting competition dance freshman year

91. bags

92. fairy lights, with lamps as a close second

93. mel and melly

94. autumn

95. spotify

96. western washington university campus

97. 5

98. shakespearean / elizabethan

weird asks that say a lot

in

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

October 17th: a sweet surprise

Tonight, I'm looking through our Halloween DVD's to see what movie we want to watch tonight Matthew comes in and tells me he has a surprise for me 

"come with me", he says sweetly as he takes me by the hand, taking me off of the couch "i have a surprise for you now close your eyes" 

i am genuinely curious as to what it is he has planned, i hear the sliding glass door open and the nice cool fall evening air blowing on me 

"Don't worry, I'm not going to let you fall", he tells me softly. "I have you". He has his arms wrapped around my waist as he walks with me, like he's Steering me to where he wants me to go

Matthew walks me outside a little bit before telling me. "Open your eyes honey"

I open my eyes and see a trail of tikis with mosquito repellent after the long trail, I can see a blanket some sticks, a fire in a Halloween basket that I can only assume is containing something fun

"Do you like it?" He asked me with a smile i look at him and say "I love it. What are we going to do here?" 

"Well, I thought that it would be a lot of fun if we made smores it's a nice cool fall night and we've been so busy lately doing stuff for Halloween, decorating the house, going to the candy store, the apple orchard, carving pumpkins, making crafts, going to a haunted house, making pies and cookies i thought that this would be something fun for us to be able to do together and enjoy just the two of us. Just something for you and me i will even skewer your marshmallow for you"

 Matthew takes you by the hand and gently sits me down on the blanket that's on the ground by the fire "i am going to put your marshmallow on the stick now"

I don't think I've ever seen a marshmallow this big in my life. It's almost the size of a pillow

"OK, so now that your marshmallow is on your stick, please allow me to show you everything else that I have here for us tonight. I have Hershey chocolate, honey Maid Graham crackers, and for beverages I have assorted flavors of hot chocolate we have regular hot chocolate, hot chocolate with marshmallows, vanilla hot chocolate, Raspberry hot chocolate, and pumpkin spice hot chocolate"

"Ohh, Matthew, you really think of everything, don't you? I'm going to go with Raspberry hot chocolate."

"OK, Raspberry hot chocolate it is". He opens up the packet of cocoa mix it picks up a tea kettle that is already warm pouring into the Halloween mug that has my name on it and starts stirring the drink together for me

When he hands me the drink, he notices that my marshmallow is perfectly roasted. "OK, that's it. Now pull it out of the fire and let's sandwich between the chocolate and Graham crackers"

Matthew takes the marshmallow stick by sandwiching it between the two gram crackers and the piece of chocolate. 

"Now just pull gently and the marshmallow will come right off the stick he tells me where the smile is. Marshmallow comes off. Now you just put it together be careful not to burn but enjoy, it's gonna be the best s'more you've ever had"

Matthew then made his s'more, and we sat there on the Halloween blanket eating them together. They really were the best s'mores

"do you know why they taste so good?" He asked me

" no. Why?"

" because they were made with love", he told me

And so ends another wonderful October night.

[ficmeouttahere]

left my hersheys bar in the car for 20 min... might just pour it in a mug and have a hot chocolate

[gs-430]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: New Hershey’s Chocolate Huge Jumbo Galerie Christmas Tree Mug 32oz.

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS IN LOVE - Chapter 15 - Part 1 BOOK THREE: 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

I got to Noah's place by six-fifty at night but didn't want to be pathetically early to talk to my ex-boyfriend, so I waited until seven-ten in the lobby before going up to his floor.

Which I knew was equally pathetic.

My insides were trembling, I was so nervous to speak to Noah.

We haven't had a genuine conversation in mouths and I didn't know if this 'talk' would officially end ties between us or not and that thought terrified me, so with a shaky hand, I knocked on Noah's front door which I was all too familiar with.

It wasn't Noah but his roommate 'who I still don't remember the name of' answered.

Go figure.

"Oh hey, Sam," she greeted me.

"Hey... um... sorry, I forgot your name," I spoke sheepishly.

"Ciera," she informed me.

She seemed to be ready for a cozy night in with her black, cotton shorts and an oversized black hoodie.

Noah's hoodies to be exact.

It was plain black with the Nike symbol on right of the chest area.

I've worn that hoodie multiple times.

I really couldn't keep up with Noah and his 'apparently multiple' lovers.

"Ciera. Right. I..."

'Ahhhh. Why couldn't Noah have answered the door?'

"Um... we're... Noah and I... Noah and I... ahahaha... um... we were gonna talk... so I told him I'd be here at seven and... um... is... is Noah here?"

'Why didn't I ask that from the start? Because I'm a freaking idiot, that's why.'

"He's not here actually."

I tried not to come off too disappointed.

"Oh... he said to... is he at work?"

"He's off today and I'm sure he'll be home soon. So, come in."

'Oh God, déjà vu.'

Except this time, I stupidly agreed.

"Yeah, okay," because I was desperate to talk to Noah and maybe he was just running an errand.

Taking her up on the offer, I stepped inside the apartment.

Last time I was in Noah's apartment was when I was screaming at him to 'break up with me like a fucking man' so yeah, I wasn't feeling the greatest.

"I was making myself some hot chocolate if you want some," Ciera offered, making her way into the kitchen.

The same kitchen Noah fucked me in months ago.

Oh wow, I really gotta stop picturing that because then I was imagining that time Noah placed me on the counter top, his mouth on mine while his hands went to my...

"Sam?" I heard, bringing me out of my Noah fever dream.

"I'm just gonna sit over there," I gestured towards the stool underneath the edge of the counter.

"Yeah, go ahead," she said so I took a seat.

I watched as Ciera pulled out a pot and placed it on the stove.

"Oat milk okay?"

"Sounds good. So no, hot cocoa, from a packet, then?"

"Hell no, homemade hot chocolate is the best," Ciera claimed.

She already had her ingredients out, Hershey's cocoa powder, sugar, oat milk.

She even had peppermint creamer to add and whip cream.

"So... um... how's... how's living with Noah?" I asked to bring some sort of conversation to the table.

"Not horrible. I think we both balance each other out. Though I could do without his PMSing."

I chuckled and watched her pour the steaming hot chocolate into two different mug. Hers saying 'hot shit' on the side and mine having a funky tie-dye pattern to it.

"Actually his mood has been better now that he's been talking to someone," Ciera told me as she sat on the stool next to mine.

"Oh, Noah's seeing a therapist?"

Ciera nodded.

"That's great to hear. He's been through so much," I said then took a tiny sip from my mug.

It was still too hot but I at least got to taste it.

"Hmm. Homemade is better," I exclaimed.

Ciera chuckled before saying...

"Always is."

I smiled then looked down at her hoodie and my gaze averted down my mug.

"So... uh..."

'Don't ask, Sam, don't ask. I asked...'

"Are you and Noah...?"

"No. Gross, no," she cringed and my heart filled with relief.

"I mean we kissed once but it was like," she paused to think.

"Like un-knowingly kissing your cousin and then finding out he was your cousin, ya' know?"

They kissed?

"Ah hahah yeah. Totally."

No, I didn't know.

"Yeah but anyway, how's Boring Benjamin? Oh shit. I'm sorry. I mean..."

"It's okay," I laughed, shaking my head.

"Ya' know, he can actually be lots of fun. Very not boring," I said suggestively.

"Oh? Really now? Tell me about this Not-So-Boring Benjamin."

So I told her about my relationship with Benjamin 'all the good and exciting parts of our relationship' and eventually the conversation shifted to Ciera's love life.

I hated to admit it but Ciera was actually a really cool person.

I could see why Noah and Ciera are good roommates.

She almost seems like the mellow, female version of Noah.

*********

"He did not say that," I gasped at Ciera's words.

She was telling me a story about this one night stand with a guy called Finn and how easily attached he got.

"Oh he did. In the middle of cumming. He was like 'I think... think I'm in... in love... love with youuuuu..." Ciera mocked a deep voice while imitating a man thrusting.

I laughed.

"Oh my God, no. So what did you do?" I asked, completely enthralled by Ciera's story until the front door made a jingle noise and both Ciera and I turned our heads.

A little after eight pm, Noah walked through the door.

"Shit, Sam," Noah breathed out as if me being there caught him off guard.

I stood.

"I'm sorry, I thought we agreed meeting here at...?"

"No, yeah, we did. I got caught up with family shit," Noah explained, walking further into the room and suddenly the air was thicker.

"No worries. I can go if... it's not convenient"

"No," he turned down quickly, then more calmly.

"No, it's all good now. So..."

I watched his eyes travel behind me and I turned towards his gaze which landed on Ciera silently sipping her hot chocolate.

"Is that my hoodie?" he asked her.

Ciera looked down at her chest, pulling at the fabric that covered her, then looked back up at Noah.

She shrugged.

"Probably. I found it on the couch and I was cold," she explained in a nonchalance manner.

"Well, get your own hoodie and leave my shit alone," he told her before facing me.

He was closer now so I had to look up to meet his eyesight.

"Wanna go for a drive? We can park somewhere and talk."

He was too close to me, I could smell his cologne.

'Respond, Sam, stop staring at him.'

So I nodded.

"Yeah, that's... that works."

Noah's eyes shot down then back up my body 'my heart stopping in the process' before giving a curt nod and turning around, heading to the door.

I exhaled and then to Ciera I said...

"Thanks for the hot chocolate," before slipping my shoes back on.

Noah held the door for me as I stepped out of the apartment and waited for him to lock up before we silently went down the stairs.

It was painful how loud the silence was between us.

I wanted to ask him about his Mom, that phone call earlier.

He was obviously still in touch with her but he didn't seem too thrilled that she called him, so I didn't know where they stood with each other.

Not that it was my business but I did care about Noah and I hoped the weight he carried with his family had lessened some but it wasn't my place to ask Noah and Lord knows how me asking him about his Mom might trigger him.

Plus, I wanted this conversation to be about things between us.

We ended abruptly, our relationship was too intense to just end like that.

So as soon as I was buckled into Noah's passenger seat, I asked...

"So? What were you wanting to talk about?"

Even though I knew or I assumed I knew.

Noah cleared his throat and seemed a bit antsy as he drove out of the parking garage.

"About us and how things ended? I just think both of us deserve an actual..." he paused, thinking on the correct words but didn't seem to come up with one because he said...

"I don't know. If we're gonna see each other every day, we should have our shit figured out."

I nodded.

"I agree."

We didn't speak for a little bit as Noah drove but we didn't go far as he pulled into a dark, empty parking lot three minutes later before shifting into park.

He took a deep breath then faced me.

I didn't know why I agreed to be sitting in a confined space with my ex-boyfriend instead of in his apartment with a witness like Ciera around to keep me from doing something crazy.

Because in that moment, there was nothing more that I wanted to do than to kiss Noah Wright.