#just fancy eatings and basketball shorts

[dragon-on-ice]

Can't sleep cause of chronic back pain but also Can't sleep cause i have an appointment with a gender specialist tomorrow so i can go on T. I'm so excited I'm vibrating.

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Two Three

Robin sucks on her drink through her straw, “why, exactly, are we here?”

Steve sighs into his own drink.

Robin looks around the yard from her perch on a lawn chair, “I can’t help but notice, Steven, that we are very clearly the oldest people here.”

Steve watches Eddie balefully. He’s trying and failing to light the grill. It’s almost embarrassing to watch; Steve can’t seem to look away.

“Steven, I am drinking something that was mixed together in bowl. I’m drinking it out of a red solo cup. I haven’t touched one of these in a decade. I require an explanation.”

“I don’t have one.”

“That is a lie. Your pants will catch fire and then you can use them to help that moron to light the grill.”

They watch for a little longer.

“Fucks sake Steve just go and do it for him. This tastes like paint thinner; I’ll need to eat some bread at some point or I’ll go into kidney failure.”

Steve gets up and lights the grill for Eddie. He’s wearing another butchered tee shirt and some black board shorts. He’s so pale, and all of his bony bits are on show. Elbows. Wrists. Ankles.

His hair is gathered up into a messy bun on top of his head.

He still has a smear of make up on one eyelid where it hasn’t washed off properly.

Steve knows exactly what he sounds like when he comes.

“Thanks man,” Eddie’s blushing. He’s rubbing the back of his neck. It reveals Eddie’s pale ribs. His dark hairy armpit-

Steve runs away before he does something stupid.

“Okay, so, step by step, no gory details please, what exactly happened last night, because I know damn well you didn’t spend the entire forty five minutes I was waiting hanging around in a gross bathroom.”

Steve sighs, rubs his forehead, then goes and gets them both refills.

“Coward,” Robin calls after his retreating back.

He’s refilling their cups with an honest to fucking god soup ladle out of the kitchen – avoiding the fly that has met it’s sticky end in what is, no doubt, highly toxic punch – when it happens.

“Hey man,” Steve is being addressed by an actual pimply teenager.

“Hey.”

“Nice car,” he sounds weirdly angry about it.

“Uhhh...thanks,” because Steve doesn’t know what the fuck else to say to a dude wearing a dungeons and dragons tee shirt over flaming basketball shorts. He has nothing on his feet. Outside. Steve represses a shudder.

“Look, you clearly have money, or whatever, and probably a fancy job and you’re like, forty-”

“Hey-”

“- or whatever, but this thing with Eddie, can you make it fast please? Dragging it out isn’t fair on him.”

Steve blinks. He’s getting a shovel talk from someone who probably doesn’t know what a VHS is.

Steve can remember playing video games with no save; if you were going to do it, you had to play the whole damn thing in one go. Steve didn’t have a mobile phone until he was fifteen. Steve is not going to take this.

“This ‘thing’ I have with Eddie is none of your business. Eddie can speak for himself-”

“No Eddie cannot speak for himself, because Eddie is the nicest guy I know and Eddie already thinks he’s in love. Don’t think I don’t see what this is for you, Eddie’s just another thing to play with until you get bored. Look at this place, look at us. Now look at you and you’re fancy friend over there,” the kid gestures and, yeah, alright, the difference is pretty obvious, “you wouldn’t be caught dead here, slumming it, if you weren't getting something out of it. Now hurry it along, Eddie only writes good stuff when he’s heartbroken. Which is a lot, by the way. We all know how this goes.”

“What’s wrong with your face?”

“I just got a shovel talk from a kid who probably shouldn’t even be drinking yet.”

“Ouch,” Robin takes her drink back, “how does that feel?”

Steve shrugs, “not sure, actually.”

Across the yard, Steve watches as Eddie gesticulates wildly and hisses angrily at the pimply face DnDer. He catches Steve watching. Eddie grabs the kid by the arm and drags him away.

“The burgers are burning,” Robin idly points out.

Steve sighs, he loves this polo, grease stains are a bastard, and the chances of finding an apron in this place are none existent.

At least Robin comes with him. She half unwraps some cheese and generally pretends to busy herself, slicing buns and stacking paper plates.

“So, last night?”

“Right,” Steve sighs through his nose, shuffling some onions around on the flat plate. “So I was just going to you know, get him.”

“Get your man tiger,” Robin purrs.

It shouldn’t be funny, but it kind of is. Steve laughs.

“But he just...grabbed my hand. And he said ‘Steve! Come and meet the guys!’ So I...did.”

“He introduced you to his friends,” Robin raises that lethal eyebrow.

“Yeah.”

“And you went along with it?”

“Well I kind of...he didn’t let go of my hand so I kind of…”

Both of Robins eyebrows are now in the stratosphere. She appears to spend a few minutes digesting that, “and then you got invited to...this.”

Steve’s already dug half a hole, and he still apparently has the shovel in his hand, so he keeps going, “he was just so happy to see me,” Steve admits, quietly.

“Who is that?”

“Who?”

Robin grabs Steve by the hair and forcibly turns his whole head, “that.”

There’s a blonde girl talking to Eddie. She’s wearing a white tank top and daisy dukes, “no idea.”

“Come on, high time you introduced me.”

Steve really tries, but he cant hide the fact that he is delighted by this turn of events, “why, Robin Buckley! Oh how the tables have turned-”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m going to make her cry.”

Part Five

[totaly-obsessed]

➳ Azzi Fudd x reader

➳ A planned soft-launch goes wrong

➳ based on this request - my first time writing for Basketball, pls be kind to me

➳ Word count: 1.305

“Do you know what you’re gonna get?” 

Most of the girls had gone out to eat for the evening, something a little more on the fancy side, different from the usual takeout they would get, and gracious as they were, they decided to drag you, their Social Media manager, with them.

While it had been Azzi, your girlfriend of nearly seven months who ultimately managed to get you to say yes, she had a begging KK and Paige in her ears. Both girls tried to get you to come, with promises of shooting videos for the YouTube Channel, giving fans the duo they wanted. But all it took was Azzi to bat her lashes at you, a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, and a whispered “Please, for me?” and you agreed to come.

“I can’t decide between these two.” 

“I’ll get this one and you get that one then. They both sound great and we can share!” With Azzi you never had to beg for her to listen to you, she somehow always knew what you said and wanted, no matter how noisy the room was.

“Girl you are whipped..” KK observed from her seat next to you but winced when she received a swift kick to the shin from your girlfriend who sat on the opposite side of you. “I was just sayin! Nothing bad about it!”

The evening had actually been quite nice - you had spent the most time chatting to Ashlynn and Caroline who sat on your other side, while Azzi watched everyone interact chiming in here and there and mostly when either Paige, KK, or Nika were bickering and hoped that she would back them up.

Back at the dorms you decided to just hang out for a bit longer, it had been way too nice to just get up and leave everyone alone, especially after getting back from a short summer break. People were still moving in and the roommates weren’t 100% sure yet, aside from you and Azzi. Maybe you’d adopt one of the freshmen.

The people (Paige and Alyiah) had decided that the chosen dorm would in fact be yours and Azzi's. Most of your girlfriend's belongings were already in there, while yours were still in the car.

“You snooze, you lose!”

The couch was already filled when you came in the door. Turns out seven young adults with an average height of six feet take up a lot of space in a small student dorm, leaving literally no space for you. KK, Inês, and Jana had already taken over the floor in front of the couch, pulling every throw pillow you had placed on it, down to sit on them. 

But you didn’t worry about getting a seat. After all, your girlfriend already had one, and what was hers, was yours. So you had a place, no matter how smug the girls looked at you, teasing smiles on their lips.

“Can you make Popcorn?” Nika, the only one with some form of respect, swatted Paige’s hand away as she pointed at you like a toddler. “How do you want to know that they even have popcorn? Azzi moved in like yesterday.”

“They always have popcorn. So, you gonna make some?”

Just as your girlfriend wanted to chime in, telling Paige to do it herself, you caved in and made your way to the small kitchen. You wanted her to have some time alone with her teammates, after all this was their season. They were going to make it, you were sure of it.

With a tray of snacks, a big popcorn bowl, and glasses you made your way back to the others. Excited chatter filled the room and everyone was busy in some way or another as you placed the tray down on the small coffee table, before just handing Paige the big Popcorn bowl.

“See that wasn’t so hard - OW!” Nika’s elbow found a home in the blonde's ribs. “She meant thank you for being so kind to us. Didn’t you?” The smile on Paige's lips was forced in pain as she gave a small ‘mhmm’ to satisfy her Croatian friend.

You were leaning over the couch, right next to Azzi’s face, trying to make out what movie they had put on, but in the end, you couldn’t figure it out. “Baby, can I borrow some of your clothes? Wanna get out of this dress” Your girlfriend turned around as well as she could while being restricted by her teammates on either side. “Of course, you don’t have to ask!”

In thanks you lean over, kissing her with a big smile on your face, “Thank you darling, you’re the best!” before you go to turn around and run to the bedroom where a still-packed suitcase waits for you. 

But then you heard KK.

“Fuck. You know that we’re live. Right?”

A chill goes down your spine. Live? Like TikTok Live? And when you turn back to the group of girls, you see the phone propped up against a water bottle, the screen showing you in the background while your friends look at you.

With tears prodding at your eyes, you quickly find your way to the bedroom, ready for this day to be over and done with.

“Okay, y’all just ignore that. Never happened.”

Azzi found you still in your dress, face first on the bed, trying to hide from the world as sobs wrecked your body. “I ruined it.” Your girlfriend couldn’t help but chuckle, out of you two, you were definitely the dramatic one.

“You didn’t ruin anything. So what if people know that I have a kind, wonderful, and hot girlfriend?” 

She could hear your whining through the mattress as you tried to hide, but eventually lost to her pulling you up and into her arms. “But we wanted to do a cute soft launch, and now we can’t.” Azzi couldn’t help but place a soft kiss on your lips once she saw your pouting. “Who needs a soft launch when I can brag about you now?”

“You’re not mad?”

“I could never be mad at you. It's okay, baby.”

You could still hear the girls in the living room having a good time. They had already forgotten what happened, making use of the opened-up space on the couch as you got changed with Azzi handing you things, throwing together a more comfortable outfit before making your way back to the others.

“Shift it Inês.” Azzi didn’t give her teammate much time before she simply sat down, not caring who was there or who she sat on. And it worked, they made way before she gestured for you to come closer and pull you onto her lap.

“Look who’s back, y’all!” KK’s voice was much louder than you had expected, but her cheerfulness immediately influenced you, looking much happier now.

“Azzi, is that your girlfriend?” The curly-haired girl hand-picked the comment from the live, effectively asking herself the question before placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek as she peeked out from behind you. “Yes. Yes, she is. Everyone, meet the most gorgeous girl in the world, my girlfriend!”

“Yuck. Go back to hiding, y’all are disgusting. Anyways… Imma end this here. Bye, y’all!”

And just like that KK pressed the ‘end live’ button, sinking the room in a temporary silence before the girls started hollering and clapping, slapping Azzi on the back and playfully pinching your sides in congratulations on finally making the relationship public. Even if it wasn’t like you planned.

The entirety of the movie was filled with either Paige or KK leaning over and shoving a phone in both of your faces “Look there are already edits. Damn they’re quick!”, or “You look so cute in this one, too bad they don’t have to experience y’all.

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azzi35: kinda messed up the soft launch, so here is the hard launch tagged: @ y/ninsta

ines_pbettencourt: My Parents!

➥ paigebueckers: Wait a second...

kamoreaarnold: Don't be fooled y'all! They not this cute in person.

➥ y/ninsta: Awhhh, you called us cute!!

[ilys00ga]

You are essentially the best fluff writer for yoongi at this point. I can't put into words how grateful I am for having access to such high quality sweet fluff with literallly no suggestive themes and little angst. I'm someone who hates angst and wearily go through warnings n shit and you are one of the few ppl who is safe to read hahaha. Do you have any similar fluff recommendations from other blogs ? Tysm and kisses xo

hello omg...! 🥹

thank u so much for your kind words. It made me soooooo happy, and I'm sorry I'm replying to this so late.

im so glad somebody is like me!! I found my people <33

I really, really, REALLY loveeee fluff sm. like hello? u can't go wrong with fluff, can u?? exactly. I also don't really fancy reading angst that much, but I discovered that I still like writing it sometimes, which is so weird lmao. but fluff is just... superior, indeed.

and as per your last request, how did u know that i was considering making my very own fic recs post?? 🤨 lol.

i actually haven't read anything lately... but in general, I'm a person who usually leans towards shorter one-shots/drabble and with the tag 'established relationship', rather than reading whole fics and all of that. so here are some of my recently fav fluffy fluff stuff for u to enjoy!

- flowers in your hair (I LOVEEEEE THIS SMMMMM)

- this super short but super cute thing omg (I'd eat up anything this user writes btw. go check their masterlist !!)

- dad!yoongi 😫🥺🥺

- this hand size comparing/difference headcanon thingie omygoddd

- this masterlist (this has different themes and genres tho! but I like so many of the fics in there omg)

- this one makes me wanna cry too, i love it soooo much..

- wishes and kisses

- basketball (this one's cute too).

[milkymora]

✧ 5 midcin flirts - headcanons ✧

~note: hiya, this is my first midcin post! i don’t really know if the fandom is alive, i’m just gonna drop these here because i still love this game. the pictures used aren’t mine, ct to the respective owners on pinterest & all headcanons are SFW! xoxo mora

✦ Louis Howard.

his favorite instrument is the violin. he can’t really play it, he took a few lessons, but he’d rather listen to other people play it than playing it himself. he enjoys it more that way.

he is scared of big dogs. nothing ever happened, but hearing them bark agitates him a lot, he’s more of a birds/cats guy.

he despises alcohol. he drinks it forcefully every time when he’s in business dinners, he’d much rather drink tea or coffee. the taste is just too strong for him.

✦ Alyn Crawford.

loves rings. he is a silver guy, and wears them whenever he isn’t working. also necklaces & chunky earrings too.

when he was a child he was obsessed with pirates. he readed so many stories growing up, and is the number one fan of pirates of the caribbean.

he used to have his hair super long, but had to cut it short to become a royal knight.

✦ Giles Christophe.

has a secret tattoo in the low part of his back. he tattooed a little saturn planet, which is the planet he likes most (he loves space).

enjoys indian food so much. he loves spices and spiciness, his favorite dish is aloo gobi (a vegan dish, made of potatoes & cauliflower + typical indian spices).

hungry reader. he reads around 30+ books per year, of all genres. particularly, he fancies historical ones the most.

✦ Nico Meier.

a huge sanrio fan. he loves keroppi, and has so many plushies all around his bedroom. actually, he loves toys in general. action figures, dolls, ect.

sweets addicted. he loves milka chocolate, chip chocolate cookies, strawberry cheesecakes & blueberry muffins, could eat these all day long.

believes in angel numbers a lot. very superstitious in general (he will shit his pants if he breaks a mirror).

✦ Sid - Lloyd Grandier.

sports lover. he jogs every morning, loves basketball, swimming and so much more. he’s super muscled.

he is a huge fan of metal music. he loves Metallica more than anything and has several shirts of the band.

only wears baggy clothes. he hates tight fitting ones, he finds them to be incredibly uncomfortable and can’t stand that feeling.

✧

~ heyyy. thank u sm for reading, i hope u enjoyed! i’m planning on doing more headcanons about louis because he’s my favorite and tbh i don’t know much about the other characters because i haven’t yet played their routes. but i’ll make up for that :)

[sercophe-sinderwidth]

If My Life Was Ending...

I would be more honest. I would tell my family and my church what I like and dislike and if they disagree fundamentally, I wouldn't carry it with me like a weighted vest. I'd laugh and smile and know their opinions aren't law and they love me regardless. They do. I do.

I would flirt like an actress in a spy movie. A romcom. A dramedy. I'd visit my hometown in a sundress with basketball shorts underneath. I'd swing on the set owned by my old elementary school. I'd approach every old avenue like some new path in a fantasy video game. I would.

I would quit my job - not because I hate it, but because I don't love it. Because once you stop hoarding resources you see them for what they really are, tools to get you to something/somewhere/someone else. I would eat new foods, fancy foods, messy foods, sweet or tangy foods.

I would share. So much more. Money, advice, warmth, friendship, space, time...I have so much to give that I do not give. Please, take some — it's for you! I won't run out of love.

I would cry if the movie were sad. Bawl my eyes out. Why do we do that thing where it's too embarrassing to be affected? No! It worked! I care! I care that the robot died for a second, I care that they became birds upon reincarnation, I care that she found her place in the world. Like Beyonce said, I care-

I would look at the quietest person in the room like I want to learn them. I want them to feel seen. I want them to smile. Selfishly, I want to be the one to remind them that they have galaxies in their mind and contain multitudes. I want to light that spark and watch it burn every fear away. I want.

I want to live like I knew I only had a little bit of time left. Just enough to get my feet wet. Just enough to stand up to the bullies for the little guy. Just enough to change someone's world. Just enough to remind someone that I have galaxies too.

I want the world not to burn around me while I look on.

I want people to be safe in their countries and travel for fun, not for survival.

I want Hell to be empty. Unbelievably empty.

I want redemption after cancellation.

I want people to live while they're alive. Live. While you're still here. Live.

I want because I would.

And I would...if I were close to the end.

[urdadsnewgiirlfriend]

the tension, the chemistry, the passion, the desire in this chapter 😵‍💫

“Since when does Steve know how to cook, let alone grill?”

steve and his cooking skills

“Really? He had me fooled shoving his tongue down some pretty blonde’s throat at Rick’s the other night.”  “That’s - come on, you know that's not fair. He didn’t even know -” ”Why stop at just the four of us, let’s invite Vickie, make it a real party.” The name of your best friend’s ex leaves your mouth before you can stop it, instant regret making a heavy home in your chest that feels like it might cave in when her mood shifts with glassy eyes and it’s completely your fault.

pure evil 💀💀💀

He somehow looks even better than the last time you saw him, a bad habit you’re quickly learning that he has. The honey colored tips of his chestnut hair curl at the ends, sticking out of the sides of his backwards baseball hat. A well worn black cotton shirt with the sleeves cut out has the arms that you’d dreamt about on full display. The summer sun somehow dotting even more freckles across his shoulder blades that flex everytime he spins his car keys around his finger. The dark cherry red basketball shorts he wears hit the bottoms of his hairy thighs, the red mesh even more vibrant against his tan skin, just like the white leather of the Nike Cortez’s that cover his feet. 

why is he so HOT

”I know baby, I know,” he coos in a soothing voice, and in your panic you almost don’t catch the old nickname that slips off his tongue with ease. Long fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling you closer to him, “Let me see, stay still.”

NOT THE I KNOW BABY I KNOW

Steve takes the seat across from you when he’s finished cooking, manspreading with his paper plate in his lap. You fight the urge to look at the tan line of his inner thighs that are revealed by his loose fitting shorts, laughing a little too loud at Eddie’s jokes, desperate to keep your struggle hidden. Even going as far as acting interested when Robin starts talking about her reasons why she likes to buy certain things from the three different grocery stores in town. 

SLUT

I desperately need to know what his thighs taste like. I need to kiss bite lick and sucK

“I don’t think you ever faked anything with me.” He looks down his nose at you, smelling like summer nights and everything you’ve tried to forget. ”You think or you know?” Cocking a brow with a shit eating grin that tells him you aren’t going to fold easy, the backs of your thighs hit the edge of his desk.  He sucks at his teeth, rolling his shoulders with the kind of laugh that makes the dull ache between your legs turn into a throb. “I know. Trust me.” He smirks, gaze lingering where the soft dough of your thighs meet before finding your eyes again, “Guess what else I know?” “I know I can make you cum harder with my tongue than some Wall Street asshole, who doesn’t even know what to do under the hood of that fancy car he spent so much money on.” His grip on the desk tightens at the thought, wood groaning under the stress of it and it has your thighs spreading for him on their own. “Steve -”

OH MY GOD BE STILL MY BEATING VAGINA 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 I WANT HIM SO BAD IM GONNA CRY 😭

I guess it’s never really over

mechanic!steve harrington x fem!reader exes to lovers

chapter two -

I might kill my ex, not the best idea

Eddie warned Robin that a game of never have I ever was a bad idea, and you should know better than to go snooping where you don’t belong.

warnings: 18+ drinking, smoking (hey it’s a summer time barbecue in the midwest), you thought there was a lot tension the last chapter? baby, you haven’t seen nothing yet. jealousy, spicy things are revealed about all of them during a drinking game.

wc: 9.5k

series masterlist | series playlist

June -

It’s been one week.

One entire week without even so much of a glimpse of that permanently messy head of hair, and god, you hated how much it bothered you. Ears perking up every time you’d catch the cadence of his voice through the receiver of Robin’s cordless phone the few times he called her to check in. Like an unwanted guest who wasn’t taking the hint, his broad shoulders and full pink lips that somehow always look like they need to be kissed haunt your unsuspecting dreams at night. 

You hate it, you hate him, and you try not to spiral about why it feels like the opposite.

“We’re going over to Steve’s tonight,” Robin practically hums around a mouthful of fruit loops, completely unaware of you already stewing about the boy whose name just rolled off her tongue this early in the morning. 

“What?” You snap, tearing your eyes from the slow pour of the coffee maker in front of you, grouchy and wound up from a dream about his big hands pulling your legs apart so perfect white teeth could nip at the inside of your thighs.

“Steve, you know that guy you told me you’d try and be nice to. The one who’s fixing your car?” Sarcasm drips from her tone as she scoops up another bite, “We’re going to his house.”

Of course.

“That’s cool with me.” You muster up enough effort to twist your lips up into a smile that feels more like a grimace. The smashed rainbow Robin reveals in her mouth when she laughs tells you it is.

“Do me a favor, and never go into acting.” Swallowing loudly, she drops her spoon back into her bowl with a clank. “I do appreciate you trying to pretend like you’re okay with it, though, and in all seriousness, we haven’t gone this long without seeing each other in like, forever. He says you're keeping me hostage.”

“I’m keeping you hostage?!” You scoff with a roll of your eyes, turning your back to finally pour yourself the cup of coffee you’ve waited so patiently for. “He’s the best friend stealer.”

“I’m not going to lie, I think I like you two fighting over me,” she laughs, looking a little too smug for your liking as she brings her empty bowl to the sink, Garfield slippers scuffling across the tile, too lazy to pick up her feet from the floor.

“Yeah, 'cause you’re sick.” A real smile curls up into your cup, inhaling the rich scent into your nose. “What are your plans to torture me with his presence this time?” 

Robin narrows her stare at you in a silent warning, pulling herself up to sit on the counter, orange cat covered feet dangling freely as you meet her gaze with softened eyes in a silent apology.

“Eddie’s off tonight, so we’re having a little reunion barbecue, and Steve’s gonna grill.”

Choking on your coffee, you sputter your sip back into your mug, turning her freckled face sour.

“Since when does Steve know how to cook, let alone grill?”

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you know you’re skating on thin ice, but all the built up tension that tightens your muscles, and buzzes incessantly at your fingertips makes everything feel impossible to control.

“He’s not seventeen anymore - “

“Really? He had me fooled shoving his tongue down some pretty blonde’s throat at Rick’s the other night.” 

“That’s - come on, you know that's not fair. He didn’t even know -”

”Why stop at just the four of us, let’s invite Vickie, make it a real party.”

The name of your best friend’s ex leaves your mouth before you can stop it, instant regret making a heavy home in your chest that feels like it might cave in when her mood shifts with glassy eyes and it’s completely your fault.

“I take back what I said, I need you to start acting again.”

Jumping off the counter, you set your mug down so you can grab her arm before she can take those few steps out of the kitchen. 

“Hey! Look, I’m sorry, I’ll stop.” 

She doesn’t put up much of a fight, even though you deserve it, the blue in her eyes turn to ice when she looks at you.

“I’m sorry.”

She holds your stare until she can tell you actually mean it, melting glaciers with a heavy sigh. 

“It’s fine, I get it.” 

Her words come out soft, just like the lines that smooth on her face.

“I know this is weird and like totally against friend code or whatever, but I think that just goes to show how much he must mean to me or even a testament to how much he’s changed if I’m even asking you to just try and do this. Just try, that’s all.”

“No, you’re right,” you fluster, doing your best to reassure her in a shaky voice, “I just slept badly and had a really weird dream. It just threw me off a little. I’m being so awful and I’m sorry.” 

Flashes of the way his hands gripped your hips and the dirty things he whispered in your ear has your palms start to sweat, making you loosen your grip on her arm before she can notice. 

Robin searches your face for the reassurance that she needs before a small smile finally tugs at the corners of her lips.“This is why you’re my best friend.” She pulls you into a tight hug, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“Only if you tell him that.” 

Snaking your arms around her waist, you let out a shaky laugh, silently preparing to see the man who hasn’t left the crevices of your mind since you stepped foot back in Hawkins.

———

It feels like you’re back in high school the way you can’t stop looking at yourself in the mirror, the nerves still feel the same.

Your gaze wanders up and down your reflection, turning from side to side, overly critical eyes take in your curves that are on display a little more than normal and you wonder if Robin will notice. Tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, better yet you wonder if Robin will notice and have something to say about it. 

“You’re certainly spending a lot of time on an outfit.” Your best friend whistles low as she leans against the open bedroom door confirming your fears with a cross of her arms.

“Just trying to remember what I brought is all.” You don’t engage with the amusement that hides in her tone, smoothing down the short black skirt that flares over the tops of your thighs, before adjusting the straps on your matching tank top.

“Riiiight,” she snorts, earning the kind of glare that has her raising her hands in defense before a shit-eating grin cracks wide across her face. “I’m going to need you to hurry up, though. Do I need to remind you that we’re walking?”

“I’m done!” You huff, sock covered feet digging into her cream carpet as you make your way toward her, “I just need to put on my shoes.”

“You’ve got twenty secon-” she agonizes before three hard knocks on her front door cut her off. Her cheshire smile falters as she turns confused.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get to finish that sentence,” you warn in a harsh whisper, grabbing your Converse that had been haphazardly kicked off earlier in the corner. 

Robin puts a ringed finger to her lips, like the possibility of a kidnapper being on the other side is extremely probable, and it’s her turn to glare when you roll your eyes at her dramatics. Following her out to the living room, you plop down on the couch, watching her slowly creep to the front door. Both her hands find the blue painted wood pushing up on the toes of her Reeboks to look out the peephole.

“Steve?!” 

The name makes your stomach flip, a shaky breath pushing its way through watermelon flavored lips because you thought you had more time than this. Keeping a poker face, you take your time tying your laces as she swings the door open. Head down, your eyes keep their focus on how the dirty white strings move between your fingers. 

You’re not ready to look at him. Not yet.

“After taking you to school at 7am every day after I graduated, you really thought I was going to let you walk?” The smile in his voice is evident, a fond memory you’re not a part of but you can still feel the warmth inside it by the way he speaks. 

“Thank god,” she starts, the insinuation of the words that are going to follow making your eyes snap up, narrowed and shooting daggers at your best friend, catching Steve’s attention in the process. 

“We were going to be late.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, his gaze claiming yours and holding it against your will, the beginnings of a smirk playing on his full lips and suddenly it’s so much warmer in her living room than it was two seconds ago. “Why’s that?”

He somehow looks even better than the last time you saw him, a bad habit you’re quickly learning that he has. The honey colored tips of his chestnut hair curl at the ends, sticking out of the sides of his backwards baseball hat. A well worn black cotton shirt with the sleeves cut out has the arms that you’d dreamt about on full display. The summer sun somehow dotting even more freckles across his shoulder blades that flex everytime he spins his car keys around his finger. The dark cherry red basketball shorts he wears hit the bottoms of his hairy thighs, the red mesh even more vibrant against his tan skin, just like the white leather of the Nike Cortez’s that cover his feet. 

“She’s just being dramatic,” you grumble, finally tearing your eyes from the dark moss that covers the chocolate inside his, doing your best to ignore the heat of them wandering the bare skin of your legs as you finish tying your shoes.

“You changed your outfit like sixty times!” 

This is the moment that you decide you’re going to kill Robin in her sleep tonight.

“Well, I’m ready so you both can stop being annoying now.” Standing, you tug down the bottom of your skirt that suddenly feels even shorter with his full attention on you like this.

“Wait, why am I annoying? I just got here.” Steve argues when your words finally sink in, snapping him out of his daze, catching the keys in his palm. 

“You’re always annoying, Harrington,” you sigh, hoping your deflections are working, but the small smile that never leaves his lips tells you it’s not.

“Shotgun!” Robin calls out like it’s something you would have argued over. Your shoulder brushes with his as you push your way out the door, sending sparks to the tips of your fingers and making your hair stand on end. Steve and the summer heat warm your skin. 

“It’s all yours,” you concede with ease, ignoring the butterfly wings that wreak havoc in your rib cage when the spice of his cologne makes its way into your nose.

It was going to be a night.

Steve keeps the windows rolled down, the muggy air making your bare thighs stick together and to the hot leather of his backseat. It drowns out the music as he speeds down the back roads, making the conversation between him and Robin upfront almost inaudible.

You don’t worry about what they might be saying, not even when they both start gesturing wildly with their hands. Taking advantage of the time left alone, you put all of your focus into preparing yourself for the next few hours, doing your best to push the lingering thoughts of your dream deep down to a place that no one can find. A task that proves to be much harder while avoiding his gaze that dares you to meet it in the rear view mirror the entire way. 

The memories you have of the back of his car don’t help either.

Pulling into Forest Hills trailer park, you’re surprised at the facelift they finally gave it after all these years. Lush green grass grows where the yellow and brown shrub used to be, and a wooden gazebo that looks like it’s missing a finishing coat stands tall, replacing the picnic table where you and the metal head used to smoke. Even the gravel that paves the road looks new and gray, not the dirt brown mud that it used to be. 

It’s still a struggle to wrap your head around the fact that Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, the former king of Hawkin’s and Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson not only work together, but live together too. You would have laughed in anyone’s face if they told you this five years ago. 

The BMW’s tires crunch loudly against the rocks as Steve pulls into the driveway of a hunter green trailer. It sits in the back of the park, almost touching the edge of the woods behind it. A faded white line running along the length that matches the metal railing of their front entrance and the overhang that covers it. The paint peels from parts of the metal in the heat, revealing spots of the gray hidden underneath. A worn in deep maroon couch sits on the porch just like the dirty brown one at Wayne’s trailer, and you already know Eddie spends his mornings there. You internally groan when you catch yourself wondering if Steve does too.

“Home sweet home,” he hums, cutting the engine off and pulling you out of your thoughts. 

You dare to meet his eyes for the first time since you left the apartment when Robin jumps out of the front seat, and you immediately regret it. He smiles wide, finally catching your attention, those perfect white teeth baring themselves at you as he pulls off his hat to run a hand through his sweaty bed head. The long strand he’s always at battle with falls through the opening in the back when he puts it on again, because, of course it does.

“Good to see you finally slumming it with the rest of us, King Steve,” you snort, pulling on the handle to let yourself out, ending any chance of conversation.

If it wasn’t for your Eddie barreling out of the front door to greet you and Robin with a big dimpled grin and a freshly rolled joint, you would’ve thought a little harder about the way Steve winced at the nickname.

The Munson/Harrington Bachelor pad anomaly isn’t exactly what you expected it to be, but even then you weren’t entirely sure what that was. It’s cozy just like how Wayne’s used to be but where there’s hand me downs that have been through the short line of Munson men’s hands, there’s an equal amount of obviously perfectly well kept new. Like the shiny big TV in the center of their living room, and the well-loved lazy boy in front of it, that still had cigarette burns from its previous owner, next to the rich tan leather couch right by it.

It smells like it has just been cleaned, a sanitizing lilac still lingering in the air, trying its best to cover the smell of all grease stained clothing in their hampers and the smoke from joints like the one Eddie’s about to put out in an ashtray full of ones just like it.

He sits at the head of the table with a lopsided grin that pushes up the apples of his cheeks and reveals the deep dimples in the center of them. Droopy lids frame his bloodshot eyes that meet your own. Orange and pinks paint the darkening sky through the sliding glass door behind him. 

“I still can’t believe you’re actually here,” Eddie chuckles with a fond glint in big brown eyes leaning back in his chair that squeaks under the redistribution of his weight.

“Back by popular demand,” you smirk, pointing at Robin, who sits just on the other side of the table, glassy eyed with an unwavering smile. 

You try to ignore how the empty chair next to her bothers you, or they way your eyes keep looking toward the kitchen through the small opening of their little island, giving you the perfect view of Steve prepping dinner. His thick eyebrows are furrowed as he digs through spice racks and drawers, front teeth digging into the plushness of his bottom lip deep in thought.

“I think this calls for a fire,” Eddie announces loudly, bringing you back to the conversation with a slap of his palms on the wood of the table and the kind of smirk that tells you that you’ve been caught.

“We told Janice next door weekends only after last time,” Steve’s voice startles you, making his presence known, leaning against the wall with crossed arms. 

“It’s Thursday. Practically the weekend. Besides it’s a special occasion, look who’s here Stevie boy.” Something in Eddie’s tone makes Steve’s eyes narrow in a silent threat that only makes the metal heads' lips twist up into something more devilish. 

“You have to put it out before bed then, I’m not dealing with it like last time.” Steve accepts defeat quicker than anticipated, “And if she calls or comes over to complain at all, that's all on you too.”

”Deal,” Eddie agrees with five fingers across his heart, the silver of his rings catching in the low light of their trailer.“I think she’s got a crush on me anyway.”

“She’s married,” Steve dead pans with a deep sigh, taking his hat off to run another hand through his hair and you hate the way it has your thighs meeting under the table. “Who’s helping me with dinner then?”

He knows better than to look at you, so his gaze falls onto his roommate and best friend.

”Don’t look at me!” Robin argues, raising her right hand to show off the faded scar on her palm. “Last time I tried to help, I had to get stitches, remember?”

”The fire’s a full time job I’m afraid,” Eddie shrugs, standing up. Not missing a beat, they both look at each other like they're in on some secret that you and Steve aren’t apart of before their eyes land on you.

”You know I’m not a good cook,” you whine, refusing to meet the heat of Steve’s stare that burns against the side of your face.

”I’m sure Steve’s more than willing to help teach you, princess.” Eddie grins, and it makes you want to slap the dimples clean off his face.

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine, I can do it by myself,” Steve interjects with a sigh before you have a chance to respond with something that he knows will just egg the metal head on and get his ego even more bruised.

He’s not expecting the way your eyes snap to his, or the way they narrow with something fiery deep inside them.

”We’re grown adults, Steve. I think I can handle helping you cut some vegetables or whatever it is you need me to do.” Standing up with a shove of your chair, he doesn’t even attempt to argue about how that’s the exact opposite of what you just said.

”There we go! Problem solved.” Eddie’s grin is mischievous, and so is the wink he throws at his roommate before opening the sliding glass door, ushering Robin out and leaving you both alone.

The tension inside the kitchen hangs thicker in the air than the humidity outside weighing down your shoulders, making the words stick in the back of your throat as you try to navigate the close proximity to Steve. Neither one of you is sure of what to say first, and the sound of Eddie and Robin laughing outside filling the silence between you somehow makes it worse. 

The weed twists the knots in your stomach tighter, and the cedar that always seems to linger whenever he’s around turns suffocating without an escape. You lean against the sink across from him while he digs through the icebox in the fridge. Shoulder blades moving with the motions of his wrist, plastic crinkling loudly every time he moves a bag out of the way. Muttering to himself, you watch goosebumps rise on his tan skin from the cool air, muscles twitching from the shock.

This was a mistake. 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you tear your eyes away in hopes it will stop the dull ache between your legs from getting worse when you’re brought back to the way those same arms caged you in while his hips pushed you deeper into the mattress in your dreams last night. Looking out the small window at the beginning flames of the bonfire, a shaky breath pushes past your glossed lips, and you wipe your palms on your skirt before turning around to wash your hands.

”You don’t have to help, you know?” His voice comes out just loud enough for you to hear over the running water, the small smacking sound of the fridge closing behind it, “If you’re that uncomfortable, I can do it.”

Cutting the water, you shake your hands in the sink before tearing off a paper towel from the roll next to you. Working up enough courage to finally turn around to look at him, you finish drying your hands with a softer expression.

”No, I can help.” 

He holds your stare, silently giving you another out while his fingers make quick work of unwrapping a head of lettuce, an onion, and a few peppers from their plastic confines. No matter how much you want to look away, you don’t, standing firm in your choice despite everything inside of you screaming to run away, and it’s enough for him to nod his head. The slight twitch of his lips while he rolls the bags in his hands doesn’t go unnoticed.

“I just need you to cut the onion into thin slices for the burgers, and same with the jalapeños.” He instructs, turning his back to you to throw away the wrappings. 

The sudden movement has the deep cut sleeves of his shirt fluttering open, giving you a glimpse of the thick patch of hair on his chest, and how it tapers off and down past his belly button. Your thighs find each other again, and you look up to the ceiling silently, trying to regain all the strength you thought you’d just found. 

“And the lettuce - uhh, are you okay?” Steve’s confusion makes all the blood in your body rush to the apples of your cheeks as you try to hide your internal struggle with a smile.

“Yeah, we’re good. Never been better. Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” you ramble, brushing past him to the station he’s set up for you.

“…Right,” he starts with a pause before choosing to leave it alone, “I just need you to kind of rip the lettuce up, you can cut it if you want but I think bigger pieces would be better.”

You aren’t expecting his voice to come from right behind you, so close that you can feel the heat of his breath against the back of your neck. Your own goosebumps rise, dotting across exposed skin and you hope he doesn’t notice but the way he lingers in your space for a little longer despite the nod of your head makes you think otherwise. The spice of his cologne grows faint along with his footsteps against the tile floor, finding a home on the other side of the kitchen, busying himself with what he had started before.

Eddie turns on the radio, easing some of the tension from your muscles, and relaxing your shoulders as you get a good grip on the handle of the knife.

You could do this, easy. 

You really start to believe it too when you cut all the jalapeños, even humming along to an old Judas Priest song that you and Eddie used to blast in his van after school. Peeling the onion, you pretend that you don’t see the reflection of Steve staring at you from the glass of the microwave as you sway your hips and bop your head to the beat.

“So, New York huh?” He finally breaks, and your eyes flutter to the reflection to see him putting away all the spices he’d pulled out while you were smoking. “You likin’ it?”

Your movements freeze for a second, and your tongue feels heavy in your mouth with all the things you’ve dreamed of saying to him. Years of coming up with all the ways you’d tell him how much better you were without him. A recurring fantasy of a ten year reunion where you’d show up with your famous screenwriter husband you’d met on the Subway, turning your nose at him and whatever Hawkin’s girl he’d managed to knock up. But instead, the universe has you here five years too early, and Steve isn’t the same guy you’d left even if you don’t quite trust it yet.

Picking up the knife again, you roll your shoulders with a quiet breath before cutting into the onion once more as you search for the words to answer.

“Yeah, I like it. It’s big and it can be a little scary sometimes but I can be myself there,” it comes out a little quieter than intended but you still twist your hips to meet his gaze from across the kitchen where he stands with crossed arms giving you his full attention. “No one really cares what you do.”

“Who are you trying to be out there?” He asks like he has no idea what small talk is, the greens in his eyes shimmering against the last bit of sunlight that shines on his face.

“Someone stronger than who I was in high school,” you whisper, turning back around to focus on the task at hand and not your ex trying to dig into the depths of your soul while you cut onions.

“You were always the strongest person I knew,” he counters, and you can practically hear the shrug that you know follows his words.

”You certainly liked to test it.” 

It comes out before you can bite your tongue, your knife slicing right into the center of the onion and hitting the cutting board roughly, adding dramatic effect.

”Ouch,” he hums with a small laugh, silverware clanking against the metal of the sink behind you as he finishes cleaning up his mess, “I guess I deserved that one.”

“Steve.” You stop cutting, dropping the knife to look at him, unintentionally swiping your eye in the process, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that. I promised Rob- oh fuck!”

The burning in your right eye becomes unbearable, the tears spilling freely down your cheek blurring your vision with a harsh sting.

”Oh, oh no. Did you touch your eye?!” Steve sounds panicked, sneakers scuffling against the tile as he hurries to grab a washcloth from the drawer. 

“It was an accident!” You whine, closing your eyes as tight as you can, willing the burning tears to stop, the sound of water running from the sink filling your ears, “God it hurts so bad, Steve.”

”I know baby, I know,” he coos in a soothing voice, and in your panic you almost don’t catch the old nickname that slips off his tongue with ease. Long fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling you closer to him, “Let me see, stay still.”

The coolness of the rag provides instant relief when he presses it gently to your eye. Taking a deep breath, you feel the warmth of his palm rub up and down your arm soothing your irritated nerves more. The sting doesn’t fully go away, but it subsides enough for the tears to slow down as he applies a little more pressure before removing it to wet it again. Blinking past the burning, you finally realize just how close you are to him now. 

Chests practically touching, you can see the beginnings of stubble lining his jaw despite being able to tell that he shaved today. The vampire bites on his neck that used to be your favorite to kiss taunt you for what feels like the millionth time this week. With cedar and musk filling your lungs, it feels impossible to breathe.

He cuts off the water, turning towards you again, and you aren’t prepared for the depth in his eyes meeting yours from this distance. They’re soft when they look at you, the chestnut inside them warming gold as you stare back at him a little dazed. Calloused fingertips stop their path up your arm to gently grab your chin, tilting your face up to his so he can get a better look at the damage. He’s sweet with the way moves your head around, the pad of his thumb smoothing the skin under your irritated eye.

”I think you’ll be okay, I don’t see any seeds or anything trapped inside,” he whispers, thumb never stopping its movements while his gaze flicks down to your lips that pout on their own, something electric charging in the air.

The sliding glass door opens behind him before you can answer, Robin and Eddie making their presence known in a loud burst of energy. Snatching the wet rag from his hand, you’re quick to put distance between you. Placing the cool cloth against your face, you make your way out of the kitchen before anyone can ask you anything about what happened. Muttering a “thanks Steve '' on your way to assess just how ruined your makeup is in the bathroom. 

Your heart pounds in your ears feeling the ghost of his touch everywhere, chest tightening because your body won’t stop screaming for more.

You stay in the bathroom long enough for the burning to subside, mumbling words that resemble some kind of pep talk while scrubbing your hands. Fingers that still shake with nerves fix your smudged mascara, listening for the moment their voices go quiet behind the sliding glass door before you decide to finally venture out. The sound of Steve’s laugh catches in your ears, as you make your way through the empty trailer, the corners of your lips curling on their own as you tug on the handle that separates you from them. The humidity is quick to turn your skin sticky despite the sun disappearing behind the trees. 

”There she is! I heard Harrington tried to blind you,” Eddie chuckles from his place crouched in front of the fire. A half smoked cigarette dangling lazily from the side of his mouth as he ‘stokes’ the flames, the crackling wood competing with the buzz of the cicadas that surround you.

”Riddle me this, Steve, why is it that whenever someone ’helps’ you cook, they end up in the hospital or worse, almost BLIND!” 

From her spot sitting on one of the many faded red plastic lawn chairs they have circled around the pit, Robin doesn’t hesitate to turn it into a dog pile with dramatics that could rival an Oscar winning actress.

Steve rolls his eyes, the warm light from the smaller flame of the grill glowing underneath him, highlighting his sharp features. His gaze meets yours, ignoring his friends, and you swear even from here, you can see the green inside each eye shine. You know there’s a million questions he wants to ask but there’s only one that comes out, and it’s soft just like the way he touched you inside.

”Are you okay?”

It’s hard for you to look anywhere but his face, remembering just how pretty it was up close. Your eyes trace the straight line of his nose, and the curve of his full bottom lip before finally meeting his eyes. The small smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth reminds you that you haven’t answered him yet but he doesn’t say anything. He lets Robin’s low whistle do all the talking.

”Uhh, yeah, I’m good. Crisis averted,” you mumble, snapping out of it, cheeks warming up enough to compete with the fire pit you stumble around, landing in the seat next to your best friend. “No jalapenos on mine, I think I’ve had enough for today.”

Steve laughs again, just like the one you heard on your way out and the sound burrows in your heart, making it swell, giddiness roiling deep in your gut. You ignore Robin’s obnoxious toothy grin next to you, doubling down even more when she starts to wiggle her eyebrows. The two beer cans at her feet tell you everything you need to know.

Without a cloud in an almost completely dark sky, you start to see the twinkling of the stars you’ll always miss begin to appear. They battle for your attention against the fireflies that flicker through the tall grass and into the woods. Lighter fluid stings your nose when Steve squirts more onto the burning coals, switching from hot dogs to burgers like he’s been grilling for a family of four his whole life.

A couple of beers calm your nerves that threaten to give you away, watching Steve in his element like this, the holes cut in his shirt showing off every flex of his muscles as he flips the patties. Cheese melting over the burger meat, just like your body that sinks further into the lawn chair that sticks to the backs of your thighs. He throws you a knowing look, making you clear your throat. Straightening your posture, you try to join in Robin and Eddie’s conversation like you hadn’t just been caught. Taking another long swig of the bitter semi cold liquid, you hope it’s enough to get you through dinner.

It’s not.

Steve takes the seat across from you when he’s finished cooking, manspreading with his paper plate in his lap. You fight the urge to look at the tan line of his inner thighs that are revealed by his loose fitting shorts, laughing a little too loud at Eddie’s jokes, desperate to keep your struggle hidden. Even going as far as acting interested when Robin starts talking about her reasons why she likes to buy certain things from the three different grocery stores in town. 

It’s when a dribble of ketchup lands on top of Steve's hand after a large bite that you lose your cool. Right between his thumb and index finger, he hums with cheeks full of food before those full lips of his wrap around the spilled sauce, cleaning it with a flick of his tongue.

”I’m gonna throw my plate away, is anyone else done?” You squeak, standing up abruptly, your chair nearly falling backwards in the process. 

“Jesus, easy tiger,” Eddie snorts, finishing off the last of his beer before crushing the tin can in his hand, tossing it on his empty plate, “The trash isn’t going anywhere.”

“Just trying to be a good house guest is all,” you lie, making Eddie quirk an eyebrow, the dimples in his cheeks coming out to play again.

”Uh huh.” He smirks before handing you his plate that Robin quickly piles hers on top of. “Sure.”

”That’s very sweet of you,” Steve chimes in, with a lopsided grin on his face that makes you want to punch the air and get out of here. 

“She’s pure class Harrington, get it right,” Robin comes for the save with a knowing wink that only makes the heat growing in your cheeks worse.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you mumble quickly turning on your heel, feeling all their eyes on you as you make your way to the back door of the trailer.

”Hurry back. We're gonna play Never Have I Ever,” your best friend calls out over her shoulder making you wish you could just stay inside when the sliding glass door closes behind you.

Embers spark and pop from the fire before they disappear into the night sky, the full moon’s white glow stopping just along the dark edges of the trees that surround the backyard. The four of you sit around the pit with fresh beers in hand. The buzz of the alcohol turning Steve’s gaze heavy as he stares at you from across the flickering flames. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth you look everywhere but his direction, and hope he doesn’t see the way your thighs press under the heat of it.

“Are you sure this is a good idea Robin?” Eddie whispers, big brown eyes glancing between the both of you, and your bouncing knee.

”It’s fine, they’ll be fine. Right guys?” She waves the metal head off, nudging you with her elbow, completely unphased.

”Of course we’ll be fine, why wouldn’t we be fine?” You snap, tugging the bottom of your skirt down, all the built up tension turning into aggression. Steve smiles into his next gulp.

“Whoa, whoa. I was just asking, but you do seem a little tense.” She raises her hands in surrender, both her eyebrows disappearing behind her shaggy bangs while Eddie distracts himself by poking the fire.

“Relax, it’s just a game,” Steve sighs, settling deeper in his chair, the warm amber in the flames bouncing off the mischievous gold in his eyes that keep their hold on you. “Besides, we’re friends now, right?”

Your gaze narrows, the grip on your beer tightening enough to hear the pop of the metal.“Yep,” you manage to get out, shooting Eddie a glare when he snorts.

“If you guys say so,” he starts, ignoring your scowl while getting cut off by Robin who’s practically vibrating in her seat now.

”Let’s have fun already. I’ll start.” Robin shushes him before acting like she’s deep in thought, turning to face you with the kind of grin on her face that tells you she’s up to no good, “Never have I ever…let some Wall Street douchebag go down on me in the backseat of his Rolls Royce.”

��That’s weirdly specific- oh wait! Damn! Princess!” Eddie whoops when you take a swig with a roll of your eyes, flipping Robin the bird. 

“Gotta try everything once, right?” You shrug, holding his gaze with a smirk, not even trying to hide that you’re taking great pleasure in the way Steve’s jaw clenches at the new found information of your life outside of here. “He had a nice mouth when he wasn’t using it for talking.”

Steve takes a deep breath through his nose, the mossy greens in his eyes turning dark as you lean back in your chair smugly.

“She’s a wild one, I’ll tell ya,” Robin giggles fondly, passing the baton to you with a proud smile.

Maybe it was the beer or the incessant way Steve’s presence drove you to the brink of insanity by rageful lust. Or even just the way he sat across from you with his legs spread wide like he ruled the world, whatever it was, that's what’s to blame for the question that rolls off your tongue.

“Never have I ever taken someone’s virginity.”

Robin’s jaw drops, guffawing with a harsh slap on your leg, mouthing a ‘you said you’d be nice’ but the buzz of the alcohol keeps a lopsided grin on her face. Eddie drinks, nervously watching the staring contest going on between you and Steve. Like a dog and its owner trying to establish dominance, both of you refuse to be the one who looks away first. Taking two gulps for good measure, he smacks his lips loudly when he’s done, wiping the foam off his upper lip with the back of his wrist. Raising his eyebrows at you in a silent challenge.

“This isn’t awkward at all,” Eddie grumbles, taking another sip of his beer to help the uncomfortable tension that threatens to settle over the circle.

”Who’s next? Who's next?” Robin urges with a flick on your knee, forcing you to fold and give her your attention with a blink of your eyes and it feels like the first time in hours that you finally look at someone other than Steve. 

Your teeth clench, grinding at the thought that even after all this time he’s still got this kind of hold on you, and it has you riding the thin line between wanting to give him a black eye or have him take you for a spin in his beemer for old times sake. 

“Eddie,” raising your can in his direction, he meets you in the middle with a cheers that doesn’t quite touch before slinking back in his chair with an exhausted huff.

“Hmmm, what do I want to reveal about myself?” He hums deep in thought, metal rings clinking against tin in a familiar tune as he taps his fingers around his beer can, “Never have I ever… been in a threesome, despite being titled ‘freak’ of Hawkins.”

“Really?” Robin seems genuinely shocked, making you giggle.

“Yeah, I know. It’s crazy to me too.” Eddie shrugs, with a knowing grin that doesn’t quite sit right in your gut.

That’s when you see it. Steve taking a drink.

”WHAT?!” Your best friend squeals practically jumping from her seat, clearly something that's not common knowledge being revealed.

Jealousy is an ugly monster, and it finds a home deep inside your chest tonight, turning you green with it. Your half empty beer can crunches the more your fingers dig into the tin, eyes narrowing when he just responds to Robin with a coy smirk and a shrug bringing his attention back to you.

”Gotta try everything once right?” Steve mocks, full pink lips curling up at the corners as he takes another sip.

Your heart sinks with your stomach, the muscles in your face doing the same before you have a chance to stop it. Visions of red nails and pink lips that don’t belong to you dance through your head, and the smug smirk he probably wore while his big hands gripped their hips taking turns making them moan his name. The sound of your can completely collapsing in a loud crunch gets everyone’s attention, and you ignore the softened expression on Steve’s face trying to capture your gaze again. Eddie clears his throat, throwing you a life line before opening a new can of beer with a suggestion you’ve never been more grateful for.

”Alright Steve, your turn.” 

Steve nods with a tight lipped smile taking one last glance in your direction before sitting up in his chair with an idea that makes his cheeks push up and his eyes sparkle against the light of the fire. “Alright, never have I ever pretended to not only have a driver's license but also own a car that actually belongs to my best friend so I can hook up with a girl in the backseat.”

A quiet sigh escapes your lungs, shoulders relaxing just a little when Robin groans loudly at the attack that’s clearly focused on her. Oblivious to the fact that you’re hanging on by a thread next to her, you stare fixed on the way the flames lick up into the night. 

“Look, she was a college senior, okay? I was only a sophomore and she was way cooler than me. Judge me all you want, but it worked didn’t it?” She argues, lifting her beer to the sky before taking a sip proudly. “No regrets!”

Her smile is contagious, easing some of the tension when you and Eddie giggle meeting each other's eyes from across her honey blond waves. You can feel Steve’s stare burning a hole in the side of your head, the heat of it in direct competition with the fire that thrives off the light breeze that rustles through the trees. 

“Aright, alright, never have I ever faked getting off.” She wiggles her eyebrows with a toothy grin, looking at Eddie specifically who gives her a dead stare in response, clearly something told to her in confidence. 

Biting your lip, you really weren’t going to add more fuel to the fire but when you finally meet Steve’s eyes that have been begging for your attention this whole time, you can’t help but douse the flames with the whole can of gasoline. Another flash of different shades of lipstick staining the freckles you loved to kiss so much sending another wave of rage down to your core.

”I can think of a few times.” You snort loudly, holding his gaze and pointedly stealing everyone else's attention before polishing off the last of your crumpled can.

Steve’s jaw clenches hard enough that you swear you can hear his teeth crunch together. Nostrils flaring with a gaze so dark it threatens to swallow you whole, all traces of honey and warmth gone, leaving you chilled to the bone.

”I think we’re done with this game Robin,” he grunts, standing up with a kick of his chair and for once his eyes don’t search for yours as he stomps across the yard towards the yellow light of the trailer. 

“Seriously!” Your best friend groans, slinking back in her chair with a hand running down her face, “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

”Yeah, genius! I told you, but nooo, you didn’t want to listen to me.” Eddie scoffs into his beer can, using his free hand to poke at the fire.

”Can you go, like, talk to him or something?” Robin turns to you with an almost pleading look that gets more prominent the more your face turns sour.

“Me?! I have to go talk to him? Seriously? He’s the one who stormed off,” you argue, crossing your arms.

”Yeah, well you clearly hurt his feelings.” She points at his pacing figure through the kitchen window and it takes everything inside of you not to tell her that he hurt yours first.

The two of you stare each other down, the wills of stubbornness at battle until her eyes go soft, big and glassy. 

“Please,” she begs, pulling out the big guns, and jutting out her bottom lip.

You hold her gaze for a few more seconds before surrendering with a roll of your eyes, huffing loudly when you uncross your arms to stand up, making her face light back up.

”I hate you. More than anything.”

Eddie cackles loudly at your lie, digging in his front pocket for a smushed pack of cigarettes.

“We all know you don’t mean that,” she hums with a content smile, leaning over to snatch the freshly lit tobacco from the metalhead’s mouth, waving at you as you start to follow Steve’s path up to the trailer. “Please don’t kill him!”

Closing the sliding glass door behind you, a shiver runs up your spine when the coolness of the air conditioning hits your sticky skin. The sound of running water catches in your ears from the kitchen along with the murmur of his voice under its rush.You can’t quite make out what he’s saying to himself, even when you reach the doorway. 

Hunched over the sink, his shoulder blades flex with every harsh scrub of the pan. His hat rests on the counter, and you can’t help but notice the wild way his hair sits on the top of his head from wearing it all day, sun kissed tips curling from the humidity. Clearing your throat just loud enough to alert him of your presence, you watch the way his whole body goes rigid. It only lasts for a moment before he recovers, shutting off the water with a lazy slap of his hand. Turning around he grabs the dish towel next to him to dry off, meeting your gaze with a little more color in his eyes, flecks of gold trying to shimmer in a raging storm.

Having his full attention on you, alone like this, is enough for your tongue to go numb. The back of your throat turns into sandpaper, making it impossible for words to find their way out. A big hand runs through his hair, fingers getting caught on a knot at the end that he works out with ease, a gentle sigh deflating his defensive chest just a little before he speaks.

“Hey.” 

Anger still boils under all of the attraction, along with the jealousy you aren’t willing to acknowledge.You aren’t ready. You can’t do this yet.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” you excuse yourself, turning on your heel and leaving just as quickly as you arrived.

You ignore the way he calls after you, seeking solace in the place that's become your hiding spot for the night. Fingers wrap around the handle to the familiar room, you stop in your tracks when a warm patch of light leaking out from a crack in a door that wasn’t opened before catches your attention. 

You can smell the cedar from here.

Glancing over your shoulder to see if he followed you, it changes the course of your direction when you discover that he didn’t. Taking a few steps across the hallway, you’re careful not to let the hinges creak when you push his bedroom door open a little more. Your senses quickly become overwhelmed with everything that makes Steve, Steve. You throw another cautious look down the hallway before crossing the invisible line. Closing the door like how you found it, you let your curiosity get the best of you. 

It’s cleaner than you thought it’d be now that he doesn’t live inside the Harrington’s massive house anymore. His bed is bigger, the twin sized mattress that you used to squeeze into traded in for a queen. The navy blue comforter that looks soft to the touch is laid out messy on white sheets, a digital clock with glaring red numbers that read 10:30 pm on the nightstand next to it. 

The carpet under your feet is a heather gray, and you can tell that it’s scratchy even with your shoes on. Patrick Swayze watches your every move from the Roadhouse poster hanging on his wall, the floor creaking as you make your way toward the small work desk in the corner. Your eyes linger on the impressive way all his dirty clothes manage to be in his hamper before they find the framed pictures spread over his desk. 

There’s one of him with the middle school boy you knew as Dustin Henderson perched on his back, only he looks much older than you remembered. The curls still give him away despite the braces free smile. Both of them grin hard enough for their eyes to crinkle in the corners like they had finally stopped laughing long enough for someone to snap this picture. 

You fight back the way your cheeks threaten to push up, not surprised to find one of him and Robin at what looks like Lover’s Lake, both of them striking the same pose with inflatable tubes around their waists wearing matching bucket hats and sunglasses.

The guy in these photos doesn’t seem anything like the one you remember and it’s hard for you to wrap your head around it. They look the same.

”I don’t think this is the bathroom, do you?” Steve’s voice makes you jump, heart stopping in your chest for a split second before you meet his questioning stare with a guilty face of your own. 

His arms are crossed over his chest as leans against the door frame, unintentionally pulling the collar of his shirt down giving you a glimpse of the patch of hair and the gold chain underneath. The softness in his eyes from the kitchen is gone as he stares you down, it’s replaced with something you can’t quite put your finger on but the intensity of it raking over your body has your thighs meeting for what feels like the millionth time tonight. His full pink lips twist into a sarcastic smirk as he pushes off the wood, taking the next few steps into his room.

”Did you really mean what you said out there?” He questions, dark eyes sparkling the more you squirm under the heat of them.

”Mean what? I said a lot of things out there. We all did.” Narrowing your gaze, you try to take back some semblance of control, squaring up your shoulders at him but the dark chuckle you get in response tells you it’s a futile attempt.

“I didn’t say anything about you specifically though, did I?” Steve counters, stopping just a few feet away from you, tongue poking at the side of his cheek, “No, I don’t think I did.”

He hums, uncrossing his arms to mimic your stance in a silent challenge, eyebrows raised waiting on your response.

”I didn’t say anything about you specifically either.” Jutting out your chin in defiance, it's your turn to cross your arms now. Maturity at its finest.

He doesn’t answer you, instead he holds your eyes with his own and it takes everything inside of you not to look away. Your tongue swipes against your bottom lip as he starts to take a few steps closer, broad shoulders making the room feel small when the toes of his sneakers meet yours.

“I don’t think you ever faked anything with me.” He looks down his nose at you, smelling like summer nights and everything you’ve tried to forget.

”You think or you know?” Cocking a brow with a shit eating grin that tells him you aren’t going to fold easy, the backs of your thighs hit the edge of his desk. 

He sucks at his teeth, rolling his shoulders with the kind of laugh that makes the dull ache between your legs turn into a throb.

“I know. Trust me.” He smirks, gaze lingering where the soft dough of your thighs meet before finding your eyes again, “Guess what else I know?”

It's hard for you to catch your breath when he looks at you like this and you wonder if he notices the quick heaves of your chest or the way your eyes glaze over from being this close to him.

”W-what?” Your stutter gives you away, but at least you tried to fight one last time before he went in for the kill.

The whites of his teeth show in the kind of smile that tells you he was hoping you’d ask just that. Leaning in, his palms land on his desk finding purchase on either side of your hips, caging you in. He’s close enough for the tip of his nose to brush against yours, close enough to smell the wheat from his beer on the warm breath that fans against your lips. 

“You wouldn’t still look at me the way you do, if I hadn’t made you feel good honey. And you know what else?” 

His voice goes deep as he whispers, nose nudging at your cheek before his lips hover right by your ear making you shiver, goosebumps making their second appearance of the day. Your hands find the edge of his desk, chest brushing against his in a deep breath feeling the slightest touch of his lips against the soft spot right behind it.  

“I know I can make you cum harder with my tongue than some Wall Street asshole, who doesn’t even know what to do under the hood of that fancy car he spent so much money on.” His grip on the desk tightens at the thought, wood groaning under the stress of it and it has your thighs spreading for him on their own.

“Steve -”

His fingers grab your chin like at the shop with just a firm enough hold for you to pull away if you want to but you can’t bring yourself to do it when his eyes threaten to swallow you whole. You wonder if it's just a mirror reflection of your own as he takes some of the new space you’ve given him, so close now that you can feel the heat of his body where yours screams for him most. His brows furrow when your noses brush and he swears he can taste the watermelon of your lip gloss, and then he knows he can when he feels your fingers curl into his shirt tugging him closer.

“I think,” he breathes into your mouth, hesitating just enough to soak it in a second longer before pulling away with an almost pained expression that he quickly tries to cover up, “I think it’s time for me to take you and Robin home.”

He steps back and out of your space, a nervous hand running through his hair like he did something he wasn’t supposed to do. His eyes meet yours again and there's something apologetic that swirls in the deep forest that watches you tug your skirt down straightening up.

”I’ll uh, I’ll give you a minute while I go wrangle Robin.” 

He takes one last look at you like he really needs to be sure of something before finally walking out and leaving you alone to wonder how the night ended with you here. Skirt rucked up, trying to catch your breath in Steve Harrington’s room.

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🌻 beta’d by @superblysubpar

[hotluncheddie]

gator abuses the ‘all you can eat’ notion of the buffet forsure <3

WAAAAAAHHHHHHH puppy’s belly is packed so full that first breakfast…everytime his love put something on his plate and told him what it was he’d nudge them and goad them into putting a little more on, saying ‘i can take it mama/daddy, wanna make the most of my first day’ so they do of course !!!

lounging by the pool !!! gator laying there with a hand on his full belly listening to the sounds of the ocean and the birds and the people having fun, occasionally running the hand down and back up, completely blissed out and relaxed for probably the first time in his life.

gator and his love would probably get those couples massages at the cruise spa and they’d go in the morning so gator wouldn’t have to press a full belly into the massage table, then immediately go and get cocktails and room service after they’d finished.

them walking around the ship and exploring all the different rooms and services, his love telling him where they are while he’s still got a slice of pizza in his hand from lunch, cupping his belly once he’s finished eating it, a little sleepy from fullness and slowly wandering with his arm linked with his love’s !!!!

the room service team don’t take long before they’re on first-name basis with gator and his love, seeing as they order at least one little treat every day. bringing the tray in to see gator lazing around on the bed in his little basketball shorts and tank top, using his newly learned manners and politely thanking them <3

even though his love bought him sized up clothes, knowing he would pack on some pounds on the trip, by the last month they do little to hide the pronounced curve of gator’s belly, his round ass and thick thighs and soft chest and big strong arms.

he’d love those fancy multiple course set menu meals so much ur so right !!!! getting to dress up a little and drink red wine and be the kind of couple he thinks his mom probably wanted to be in💖 and it helps that there’s like 4 or 5 courses and he can leave with his tummy sufficiently stuffed to bursting and his fancy shirt fitting real snug :3

so much sex. too much sex for people who aren’t gator, probably. and he wants a snack afterwards since sex burns calories.

just tipsy giggly plumped up piggypuppy gator being loved on 24/7 and befriending the ship staff <3

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Exactly exactly!!! He’s in all you can eat 24 hour service mode!!!! And it makes his so round!!! A soft squishy puppy!!!

But oh 🎀🥺 he would be so so relaxed. That’s so lovely. A proper holiday with his sweetheart 🐶✨

Them taking laps of the ship is so cute tho. ‘Want my puppy to be healthy’ they tease, watching gator waddle a little and his belly jiggle with each step, round and full from his last meal a couple hours ago.

Maybe gator tags along with his mama/daddy to the gym once a week. gator just lifts weights though, likes to show off his guns 💪🐶 be mama/daddys strong puppy. Even though his belly starts peaking out of his tank top as soon as he lifts his arms by the end of the second week.

But oh! The staff would love him!! They’d see how sweet he is and how polite and how much he and his sweetheart are in love and just, dote on him a little extra for sure :3c

And the massages!! They always book the early slot so it’s before gators first meal and he can lay down comfortably. Then they go spend the day in their room so his mama/daddy can remind his who’s body it is, fill his to the brim and squeeze him all over!

Maybe his love is even a little suprised and just how insatiable gator is. If he’s not near constantly full he’s at least got something to eat of drink with him at basically all times. Always sucking on a straw or biting into a snack, even around his meal times which are when he puts away as much as he can. Belly constantly rounder and bloated and he’s getting some new pink stretchmarks to show for it.

He’s also near constantly hard, full and snacking and it seems to link directly to orgasms for him now. But his love has to be careful with their puppy, make sure he doesn’t rub himself raw. So most days there’s a little bit of teasing and edging for gator while he finishes his food, or gets his massage, or they go for one more lap around the boat before they can fall in bed together.

And gator can’t see what he’s doing to himself. But puppy can feel it. Feel his belly jiggle just a little more when he walks. Finds more of a shelf for him to rest his hand on when they walk arm in arm. Feels how stuffed he is as he prods his digesting belly when he lounges by the pool. Knows it’s getting hard to pull his trunks on the snugger they get, his dress shirt gaping, he’s starting to have to suck in to get the buttons closed. He feels it all.

And it’s making puppy drip.

[bullfrogjoy]

Bullfrog Joy

March 29, 2024

GoodMorning! Looks like it might be in the high 60’s by this afternoon. I think it’s gonna be a good day! In fact, it is “Good Friday”! And that brings me joy because “Sunday is a comin’!”

I’ve been thinking about joy all week. That’s one reason I write this blog: to keep me focused on finding joy instead of getting bogged down in whatever the world sends me. Basketball, baseball, new recipe, prom, a day trip with a friend, finishing a great book, and now it’s Easter weekend. It’s just been a fun week.

Here’s a joyful basketball story for you, and it’s not even really about basketball! Yale’s basketball team made it to the first round of the NCAA tournament in Spokane, Washington, but their band couldn’t make the trip. The University of Idaho heard that and decided to do something about it. Their band all bought Yale t-shirts, they learned the Yale fight song, and they took a bus to the game to play for the Yale team. How awesome is that? Yale won that game, and Connecticut declared a special day to honor the Idaho band.

If you are getting tired of basketball, you can now turn to baseball! Yesterday was opening day for the White Sox. Jan came home early to watch the game. They did not win, but Ozzie says the pitching looked good, and we didn’t get clobbered. Could be a long season, but there was some joy in the ballpark and here in our house about what might come this season.

Besides baseball season, it is prom season. The grandson went to his first prom with a group of friends. He looked so good in his tux! Did you go to your prom? It sure has changed in 55 years! I still have my elbow length white gloves that I wore with my prom dress. Jan did not rent a tux. The guys just wore nice, maybe even new suits. Then we had after-prom in the high school. We might have gone a few places that we weren’t supposed to be during the evening. Maybe not…maybe…not admitting anything.

The proms I chaperoned in the 90’s added a fancy meal, wine glass, key chain, and picture frame favors, much fancier dresses and tuxes for the boys. I do remember some boys wearing the tuxedo jacket, shirt, and tie with a pair of shorts, but most looked a little fancier! And after-prom was maybe a trip to 6 flags or something at the YMCA or college planned by the parents. I could tell you lots of stories, some good, some joyful, some maybe not so good, but it is certainly a rite of passage that still takes place.

About the new recipe? Yes, I tried baking again. I was cold on a cloudy day. That meant the oven needed to be on. Texas Sheet Cake cookies. Google it. They are soooo easy, made from a cake mix, eggs and oil, then easy frosting. I accomplished it! JOY!!! We ate about a dozen in two days, way too much sugar, but so good. After eating three I was definitely on a sugar high. I put half in the freezer to keep us from eating them. Want to know how long the cookies lasted in the freezer? Like four days. Definitely going to make these again.

Oh my friends, I wish you joy this Easter weekend and every weekend. I believe that Jesus died for you and me, then rose again on the third day (Sunday!). I could probably sing Easter songs all day Sunday and not repeat. Favorite old hymns, I serve a risen Saviour…Up from the grave He arose… Gaither Trio, Because He lives… Contemporary praise, Come out of that Grave…Raise a Hallelujah…” What’s your favorite? I can’t choose. I love them all, maybe more than Christmas carols, well, at least as much. Joy to you all as we celebrate Jesus. Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea. Joy to you and me.

[adultswim2021]

The Boondocks #23: “Ballin'!” | December 3, 2007 - 11:30PM | S02E08

The Boondocks are doing sports now, what is going on?? This episode is basically about two dipshits who are trying to live out their entertainment-industry-inspired dreams. Riley wants to become a star basketball player. He’s entirely focused on fancy-footwork and impressive showboating. When he gets a chance to be put on a youth basketball team he impresses the coach, their stick-in-the-ass neighbor Tom Dubois. He stops short of actually making a basket or even attempting to take the shot. “That’s all you get for free”, Riley says, over-valuing his own hype.

Tom buys it. He’s the other dipshit in the story who’s been influenced by the world of entertainment. He took on his job as youth Basketball coach after being inspired by The Mighty Ducks. He intentionally took on a bunch of lousy rag-tag players, but has been unsuccessful in getting them to play out the same narrative arc. He really in need of a ringer. Riley manages to big time Tom into taking over the team’s name and uniforms. Then he proceeds to not deliver a single basket. Turns out the kid can’t shoot. 

This episode is decent, but it ultimately winds up being a pretty typical sitcom sports episode. There’s nothing too revolutionary here. It’s saving grace is good characterization by Riley and Tom; their parts here are pretty typical for this kind of story, but at no point to they stop being themselves. Riley shows a little bit of growth as a player, and Tom shows a little bit of growth of getting the stick out of his ass as they both become desperate for glory. They manage to meet in the middle a little bit by the end, and that’s probably the most interesting part of the episode.

I’m not a sports guy, and I don’t have a particular affinity for sports episodes or movies about sports. I can think of several sports-related things that I do really love, though. This episode is a little more playful with the sports genre, and not terribly subversive. South Park’s sports episodes were pretty good at going deeper with various sports tropes. But I like this episode just fine.

MAIL BAG

For 200 dollars, you have to eat every appetizer on the chilis menu. If it comes with a dip you have to dip generously. Do you do it?

No, I really shouldn’t be spending 200 dollars on stuff like that.

you posted the wrong video for the Dolls ephemera corner. Instead of fixing it, post it in your next write up with a sincere apology. let's see some tears.

No I didn’t bitch!!!!!!!!!!

It's Taffy: the black and white tuxedo cat that can climb and jump.

Hi Taffy

[lastoneout]

Okay so this guy was driving a HUGE black pickup truck, like this thing was bigger than a fucking mini-van and was one of those ones with a full backseat too, and so lifted that I s2g my disabled ass had to climb it like a monkey to get in it was wild. He was white as shit and I don't remember his name but it was some Dudebro ass name like Trent or Hunter or smthn, and he's got the FULL look, decked out in a sports jersey, basketball shorts, baseball cap on backwards, Those Specific Sunglasses, you know the ones like Oakleys or w/e with the oil-spill lookin reflective surface, fancy fuckin' sneakers, the whole package.

And he was EATING the entire time we were driving, and gave me an insanely detailed rundown of everything he was going to be grilling for...either his birthday or the 4th of July I can't remember, but like he was RICH too he kept talking about his cousin owning the chain he got the food he was eating from, said he had a hella big house with a huge outdoor grilling space, and I s2g he was grilling enough food to feed a small town. Idk why he was driving lyft maybe he just needed something to do.

He did know his stuff food-wise tho, we had a pretty chill conversation about cooking cuz I love cooking and he def knew what he was doing. Honestly knowing a guy like that would almost be worth it if I got to go to that BBQ.

Anyway, I am pretty sure he was like, The Prime Dudebro. The Template. The Condensed Essence of Dudebro. Dudebro Jesus. The Chosen One. You don't meet people like that often, who just feel like a perfect example of What They Are. If he told me he was an ancient immortal trickster god I'd have believed him. He just had that energy.

The only other time I felt this way was when I saw the Patron Saint of Bad Arizona Drivers on the I-10, who was a like 90y/o lady in a MASSIVE jeep going 25 below the speed limit in the far right lane with her turn signal on. We were near her for a good long while and she never took an exit or turned off her signal. Pretty sure she was some kind of old god.

I love a good taxi/uber/lyft story!

Okay there are three people who stand out as the weirdest drivers I've ever had:

A guy who showed up in the nicest, fanciest car I'd ever seen in my life--like I think it was a Chevy Malibu??--in basically pristine condition aside from the fact that it absolutely REAKED of weed and had a thin blue line bumper sticker on the back, who was also listening to a true crime podcast about a serial killer and then said halfway through the ride, completely unprompted, that he "liked this episode bcs his uncle was a prime suspect in the case". Truly the most fascinating person I've ever met.

An old dude with a huge white beard wearing a bright red sweatshirt + sweatpants combo, who told me he used to work as a mall Santa before spending the entire rest of the drive ranting about how stupid anti-maskers are.

A lady who had a whole-ass bearded dragon hanging out on her shoulder. He had a tiny, home-made neon vest and leash and while I'm not an expert he seemed remarkably chill about the whole thing and stared at me for a bit before falling asleep halfway through the ride. The lady also told me tons of stuff about her other bearded dragon who wasn't with her at the time. I gave her a huge tip.

So yeah using uber/lyft/taxis means you meet a lot of the coolest, weirdest people ever, and tbh it's pretty great lol

(Also honorary mention to the VERY old guy who picked me up once post-eye exam when my eyes were dilated who's gps just straight up was not working and so I had to try to give him directions despite us living in The Sunniest Place On Earth which meant I couldn't see shit. We nearly died I'm pretty sure. It was terrifying but also fun.)

[dearramiel]

modern pornstar steddie (couldn’t wait if anyone actually wanted this!)

* defiantly on onlyfans (cause fuck pornhub)

* your username is either 3 bisexuals or 2 dudes 1 pup

* you guys have all posted solo videos along with videos together obversely.

* videos of you three fucking in various public places along with in your home.

* in an alley cause steve couldn’t wait to get home to have you, eddie fingering your under the table at a fancy restaurant, you sucking them both of in the bathroom of said restaurant.

* steve tying eddie up with christmas lights during the holidays and you’re on your period, fucking his ass raw

* posting pics of close ups of your lips all spit covered, swollen and raw.

* videos of you and robin fucking. her using a strap on, on you. and then you eating her out to say thank you.

* having a foursome with nancy and jonathan with steve. you and nancy are both bent over opposite sides of the kitchen table, making out, swallowing each others moans.

* switching positions so jonathan’s tucking nancy’s throat, you’re eating her out, steve’s still thrusting into your pussy. then eddie joins, he gets on his knees behind steve, sucking steve’s balls into his mouth, then eating his ass.

* having a girls night that turns into nancy fucking robin while you ride robins face. then you guys switch positions, robins fucking nancy and you suck on nancy’s tits

* after a particularly rough session, they most aftercare routines. it’s you all fucked dumb and practically falling asleep on steve as he cleans you up in the bath. eddie can be heard behind the camera telling you how good you did and that he loves you.

* lazy make out sessions with your boys

* you and steve/eddie making out with eddie/steve’s cock inbetween your mouths

* screenshots of dirty text messages from your group chat. but you can also see your regular chats and it’s the cutest, most loving shit ever.

* doing tutorials how to properly make your girlfriend cum, how to suck the soul out of your boyfriend, a guide to playing with his balls, how to eat pussy

* them making you wear puppy ears and a collar and leash.

* doing nsfw photo dumps. dick pics they’ve sent you, you in lingerie, eddie and steve in your lingerie, all three of you covered in hickies, eddie with steve’s cock bulging out of his cheek, steve sucking on eddie’s balls, both of them with your tits in their mouths

* you cockwarm either of them at random times, like when eddie’s planning stuff for hellfire, it shows a quick clip of his laptop open and a ton of papers around him, to you with looking up at him as you suckle on the tip of his cock. or when steve’s watching a movie and you’re inbetween his thighs, cock in your throat, heading resting on his thigh looking like you might be asleep

* eddie really likes to just lay on your chest and suck on your nipples, it helps calm him down, so steve’s started, taking before and after pics of your tits and of eddie. your nipples always end up raw and tender, eddie looking satisfied and smug, lips swollen and spit covered

* steve going feral when you call him daddy and eddie going feral when you call him master

* you and steve fucking under the bleachers after one of lucas’s basketball games, calling him king steve

* giving them handjobs at the driven in movies, them making out over your head

* steve sucking eddie off as a thank you for him driving to pick you up from robins place.

* you testing out waterproof mascara by putting it on before you guys fuck and then giving your options after the videos done

* steve asking you to do his and eddie’s make up then he fucks you’d and eddie’s mouths to smear your hard work while he stays all pretty

* one of the first posts you guys made was just a get to know us thing, with a list of your kinks, what you like to be called in and out of the bedroom, when you’ll be posting, your ages, heights, star signs, fav positions, sexuality

* both of them in your crop tops and short skirts, and you try being the dom for the first time, wearing eddie’s boxers and steve’s family video vest, but it ends up with eddie fucking your ass and steve riding your face

* maybe you’ve been a bit mouthy all day, talking back, so they yank of your panties and use them to gag you, then they each take turns pounding you into the couch, then they call nancy and robin over, and they bring their biggest strap one’s and then they fuck you into the kitchen counter

* you three going on a road trip and they fuck you in every rest stop you guys stop at. you cockwarm whoever’s sitting shotgun. then when they get tired of you just sitting on them, they bend you over the like cup holder area, who evers driving gets their hand in your hair and fuck your mouth while the other fucks your pussy.

* sitting inbetween them and giving them lazy handjobs while they finger you while watching tv

* when you go to families houses for holidays, one of them sneaks off with you to fuck you in the bathroom. and then the other one eats out the first guys cum from your pussy in a spare bedroom or closet

I will never get over Steve or Eddie licking each other's cum out of your pussy.

Making out with Eddie while Steve's cock is in the middle of everything is also so hot, and vice versa.

- I also wanna point out that, I feel like Eddie and Steve are incredibly possessive, so imagine if you had their names tattooed on your hips, they would purposely get those in shots/photo shoots as a way to put it out their your commitment to each other.

I agree!! I love the idea of Eddie's oral fixation with your tits as a way to calm/relax/ease his stress, Eddie is the type of guy to fall asleep while doing so. Imagine Steve getting a little jealous, so when he sees Eddie fall asleep with your tit in his mouth, he latches onto the other and you have no choice but to have to go through a full 8 hours before you can get up again.

The aftercare after a night with Nancy and Robin, the cute lil makeout session after.

I love your asks<333

[sparklyslug]

hi! if you are still looking for prompts, steve/eddie, one of them cooking or otherwise preparing food for the other one. if you are not still looking for prompts, totally ok! either way, hope things are looking up for you.

Ask Steve a year ago what his favorite food was, he’d probably struggle with the question a little, internally. Say something simple like, a burger. Steak. Pizza. Just because he knows that’s like, what foods people like. Those are the Favorite Food Groups. And he likes them too, likes them plenty. Has just felt kind of food-neutral, honestly, for most of his life. He’s eaten fancy catering at his parents lavish dinner parties, buckets of KFC at modest kitchen tables, and his own simple chicken and broccoli standing up at the counter alone at the house. And felt kind of the same about all of it. Food was food, generally. Favorite didn’t really make sense, as a concept to apply to it. 

That was then, though. He gets it. He has a favorite food now. 

Eddie has tied his hair back with one of his banadas, shoulders on display and almost irresistible in one of the cutoff tanks he likes in the summer, this one an old Hawkins Basketball shirt of Steve’s that also has a hole right over the nipple (why he had initially stopped wearing it, and why Eddie had quickly claimed it before lopping the arms and a good four inches off the bottom of it, because he thinks shit like that is hilarious). The whole look is pretty well calculated to drive Steve out of his mind, a goal Eddie had made short work of just about an hour ago. 

He’d finally pulled himself up off Steve’s chest, face red and glowing, and shook his hair out of his eyes before saying “shit, I could eat. Grilled cheese sound good?”

It did sound good. Sounded fantastic. Sounded like Steve’s favorite food, is what it sounded like. 

So shirt’s back on and hair’s tied back, but Steve is keeping his hands to himself, just sitting back and watching Eddie at work. Head mercifully clear and nicely floaty, body feeling heavy and warm and right, and yeah, definitely ready for some food. 

He’s watched Eddie make his grilled cheese a hundred times or whatever, and he doesn’t get how it turns out so fucking good. It’s not a complicated process. Getting the pan warmed up, buttering both sides of a couple of creamy-white slices of bread. Four slices of plastic-wrapped cheese per sandwich, always, Eddie carefully tearing some of them in half to create even layers, not too much cheese stacked in the middle or at the ends. 

The butter smells amazing at the bottom of the pan. Smells fantastic when the bread hits it with a little pop, a tiny sizzle. 

Eddie’s gorgeous doe eyes are narrowed in concentration as he works, pressing the flat of a spatula down on the top of each sandwich. This is the stage at which Steve is least likely to catch an elbow, while Eddie is just watching the pan and waiting for the universe or some kitchen god to send him a signal that it’s time for the Almighty Flip. 

“Got a gig tomorrow, mmm?” Steve asks, sliding his arms around Eddie’s waist, and tucking his chin over one shoulder. 

“Eddie Munson, unplugged,” Eddie confirms. “Jesus I really have to try and find a band soon.”

“I’ll keep looking in the papers,” Steve promises, with a grin. 

“Send me on another synth-pop goose chase and I will absolutely shave you bald in your sleep,” Eddie swears, brandishing the spatula into the empty space in front of him, since he can’t reach Steve to swat him with it. Small victories. 

“Never again, I promise,” Steve lies. “Think that one’s ready.”

“It’s not,” Eddie says. “I’m nervous about playing acoustic, man.”

Steve knows he is, he’s been jittery about it ever since he confirmed with the organizer that he’d be playing the open mic. “You’ll kill it,” Steve says. Squeezes him a little tighter, enjoying Eddie’s little bitchy oof of protest. “You don’t need an amp to blow the roof off the place.”

Eddie ducks his head a little, shy and pleased. Steve presses his lips against the top notch of his spine, nosing Eddie’s hair out of the way to get to skin. 

Enjoys the way Eddie shivers a little, the skin at the back of his neck maybe extra sensitive because of how it’s covered all the time. It’s a theory Steve is happy to keep exploring for a good, long while. 

“Okay,” Eddie says, softly. “Now this one is ready.”

Steve peers over his shoulder. “I have no idea how you can tell that.”

Eddie shrugs, and Steve knows his face has got to be fucking smug as hell without even being able to fully see it. “What can I say,” he says. “I’m a man of many talents.”

Well, that’s just a fact, and Steve starts listing them in an undertone directly into Eddie’s ear, until Eddie is shifting a little in his arms, and laughing, and elbowing him out of the way just when Steve feels his breath catch, the shift in his hips– “sit the fuck down, you animal,” Eddie says, twisting enough to sink a hand in Steve’s hair and reel him in for a quick, sweet kiss. “Food first, seduction later.”

“You’re too good to me,” Steve says. It doesn’t… ah, fuck. It doesn’t come out even remotely like a joke. 

Eddie though, Eddie’s eyes just go soft. His full, gorgeous lips twist into a small smile. “Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart. Now. Plates and napkins, please.”

Steve obeys, though they don’t even really need them– Eddie slices the finished sandwiches into neat triangles on the cutting board, and hands one right off to Steve, still loitering and half-draped over him. The cheese is perfectly melted and gooey in the middle, the bread crisped just right and saturated with golden melted butter. The noise he makes at the first bite is genuine bliss, eyes closing to savor the taste. When he opens them again, Eddie’s holding the other half of the sandwich in his hands, eyes on Steve, mouth a little open like he’d lost track of what they were doing here. 

The noise Steve makes at the second bite, okay, that’s for show. And Eddie knows it, kicking a bare foot at his shin with a laugh. 

They polish off the sandwiches in no time at all. You want to savor something that perfect, Steve thinks, but it’s hard to take it slow when you know how good every bite will be. And when you know there’s a bed waiting for you at the end of it, a bed with Eddie Munson in it, and a whole afternoon stretched blissfully ahead of you both. 

Yeah. Favorite food. Grilled Cheese By Eddie Munson. No question.

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

22,23,25,29,30,36,42,51 for your ship of choice <33

Hii! Thanks for the ask <33

I'll answer them for Birdflash bc these two keep popping into my head. I had to think about these for a while lmao

Asks are from this ask game

22: What reminds each of their partner?

What doesn't lmao

These two could look at a rock and be like "oh this reminds me of my partner"

23: Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

Dick. Wally often gets up first because he's hungry, but Dick always manages to squeeze out "five more minutes" (read: an hour because they both fell back asleep)

25: Do they have any hobbies they share?

It’s not exactly a hobby, but they both love rollercoasters. Dick gets to feel like he’s flying, and Wally gets to experience speed without either of them having to put in the effort

29: Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?

Neither of them likes elevators. They're both a little claustrophobic and prefer wide open spaces. Wally gets more anxious around them, though

30: Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

Oooh Wally will literally never get tired of seeing Dick in a suit. Nothing super fancy, just a dress shirt and slacks, nice jacket, maybe his hair is casually pushed back. But damn it if it doesn't leave Wally speechless every single time

Dick, on the other hand, loves seeing Wally a little disheveled. He probably hasn’t been awake too long, his hair is all over the place, he’s wearing basketball shorts and Dick’s t-shirt from the night before, and Dick is just so in love with him

36: Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Dick. Wally’s metabolism occasionally wakes him up at night if he didn’t eat enough during the day, so he’ll try to quietly sneak to the kitchen and make something, but Dick always wakes up (of course he does, you think he doesn’t notice his personal space heater leaving the bed lol)

42: What's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

They love most types of weather, I think, but Dick loves going out on rooftops during really windy and/or stormy days (depends on his mood: usually windy but clear, but if he’s in a bad mood he’ll prefer cloudy skies and maybe an incoming thunderstorm) and feel like he’s on top of the world

Wally loves bright sunny days where he can just take Dick to the nearest park and lie in the grass with him all day

The weather they agree on, though, is fog. Thick banks of mist. It makes everything so, so quiet, and they love going on walks through the fog because everything seems new and unfamiliar

But also, they enjoy snowstorms because those usually mean they’ll get snowed in and no one will be able to interrupt their time together for at least a few days lol

51: What's a non verbal way they say I love you?

Dick does that very cute thing where he’ll hug Wally from behind at random moments and kisses the back of his neck

Wally will just take any chore that he can do with his superspeed out of Dick’s hands. Dick always protests, but Wally won’t hear it bc it only takes a second or two for him to finish it when it would take Dick much longer

[call-me-aesthetic]

If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

[sluttyten]

for the writing prompt Taeyong + 31 + 120

taeyong + making them cum their pants + going on a first date with them

Your first date with Taeyong wasn't anything fancy. You had several mutual friends, both of you had busy schedules, and your mutual friends knew that you were both busy and that you both had romantic and sexual needs that weren't being met. So they'd set you up together.

At first you weren't too excited about it. Taeyong's an idol and you know that dating an idol is probably less fun than their fans would like to believe. It's a lot of secrecy, lots of pretending that it's not happening.

But on the other hand, you were excited because Taeyong was extremely visually attractive, you got along well enough with him on the few occasions you'd met, and your mutual friend had assured you that Taeyong was in the same situation as you.

"You need someone to fuck away your frustrations with, or at least someone that makes you feel that blushy bright happiness of new love," your friend had said. "So just go out with him. Just, like, one date to see how it is."

So you had agreed, but the thing was that Taeyong was busy a lot of the time during the hours you had free. You worked a 9-5 type of job and he worked more of a 5 in the afternoon to seven in the morning sometimes type of job, which didn't allow for a lot of overlap.

Then the evening comes right as you're getting off work you get a message from Taeyong. "Are you free tonight for that first date?"

"Are you free? haha" is your response, because really your evenings are usually free; it's his that are filled.

It turns out his entire evening isn't free, but he doesn't have to go into the studio tonight until about 9, so for the next four hours he's yours.

Since you're already out, you decide that you can meet for a relatively early dinner and a drink. You both decide it'll be a semi-casual date since it's on such short notice; you'll be in your work clothes, and you truly don't even care what he wears, so when he shows up at the bar-restaurant you're kinda amused that he's wearing basketball shorts and a hoodie.

"Shit," he sighs, slipping into the seat across from you at this small round table. "I would've changed if I knew you were gonna look like this." He gestures at your tidily tucked in button-down shirt and the pressed black slacks you'd worn to work. "You look really good, honestly."

Taeyong might just be wearing a hoodie and athletic shorts, but he looks amazing too. "What you're wearing is just fine, Taeyong. You look really, really good too."

He laughs and leans back in his chair to look at you. "It's been a while since we've seen each other. When our friends suggested we go on a date, especially after they explained that we're both seeking similar things, I was eager to get to see you again. I've been thinking about you."

"Oh?" You lean forward. "What about me?"

Taeyong's eyes sparkle as he smiles. "I shouldn't say."

You're interrupted when an employee comes over to take your order, not that either of you had taken a look at the menu yet. You each order a drink, and when the employee recommends a dish, Taeyong just tells him that you'll take one for you both to share. As soon as the employee walks away, Taeyong leans forward again, resting one of his hands on the table halfway between you and him.

"And I do put out on the first date," he says in a quiet voice, "In case you were wondering." You hadn't really been wondering, but it's still nice to know.

"I thought you have work tonight. Do you have time to put out even if tonight goes that way?" You ask, tracing your fingers over the back of his hand. Taeyong flips his hand over, his fingers catching yours and holding on.

"Pretty sure I could make time for you."

Once more the employee interrupts by returning with your drinks.

After that, the conversation turns more towards other kinds of talk, like what you've been doing at work, what he's been doing in his free time, how you haven't gone on a date in months due to being busy and the last guy being a total dick.

You eat and you drink some more, though not too much since you still need to get yourself home and Taeyong needs to go record after this. But the longer you sit there with him, the less you want to part with him. Under the table his foot rests against yours, his knee is touching yours, and when an employee stumbles over the leg of Taeyong's chair, he scoots his chair out of the way, around the table toward you.

It's a round, small table, so it's not like he fully moves around an entire table to sit beside you. He just simply moved out of the walkway that cuts behind your table.

But it also enables him to lay a hand on your knee as he laughs at something you say.

And in turn, when he looks at you with his dreamy, sparkly eyes like he's trying to enchant you into kissing him (and he even bites lightly at his bottom lip as his gaze drops down to your mouth), you slip your hand over to his thigh, rather higher up than his hand on your knee.

Taeyong gulps.

You maintain a conversation with him even as you start rubbing his upper thigh, and to your delight Taeyong gives you coherent answers and even tells you stories without stumbling over his words even when you slip your hand more between his legs to lightly rub at his growing bulge.

The slick material of his shorts helps as you rub him over his shorts. Taeyong keeps his composure except for the blushing in his ears, but he soon pulls his hood up to conceal them, and you can't help smiling.

"Naughty," he gasps softly when you give his dick a squeeze. "Are you trying to make me cum in my pants in public? On our first date?"

"Is it working?" You move to withdraw your hand, but Taeyong's hand shoots down, gripping your wrist and keeping your hand right where it is. "Do you want me to keep going? Or we could leave. My apartment's not too far away, and--" You check your watch, then continue, "We still have, like two hours until you have to be at the studio."

"Yeah," Taeyong's voice has a surprisingly rasp to it. "Yeah, okay, lets go."

He now holds your hand tightly in his, and he stands up, tugging his luckily oversized hoodie down to cover any evidence of his erection. You pay for the dinner and drinks quickly, and then you're out of the building. You guide Taeyong down the sidewalk, around the corner, and then he's tugging you instead down into an alley.

The building's wall is still warm behind your back when Taeyong's warm lips meet yours. His kiss is uncoordinated at first, out of practice, but it takes just a moment for him to be smooth, opening your mouth to him. You like that he takes charge, cradling the back of your head against the wall, to preoccupied with kissing you breathless that he takes a few seconds to realize you're cupping your hand against his bulge again.

Taeyong moans, grinding forward against your touch.

He's already so hard, and you can tell that he's desperate for it from the way that he grinds forward so eagerly.

"Sorry," he murmurs when he breaks the kiss. "It's been longer than just a few months for me. Shit, I miss having someone else touch me."

You kiss him quiet. You curl your hand around the shape of his erection, jerking him off through his shorts, letting him rock into your fist, and it's really charming and cute that he's so into this, that you're going to be the first person to touch him and make him cum in longer than a few months.

Taeyong pants and moans against your lips, bracing his hands on the wall behind you as he fucks into your touch, grinding his hips against yours with your hand trapped between your bodies.

"Are you going to cum for me, Taeyong? They were right, you do need this." You kiss his jaw, and his cock twitches in your hand.

"I need it so bad." He gasps, pushing into your touch, pressing himself against you, chasing the tightening feeling in his abdomen. "But, god dammit, I want to feel you. I miss being skin-to-skin."

You can do that. You take your free hand and slide it under his shirt, your palm spreading out over the warm skin of his lower back. You dip your fingers beneath the edge of his shorts in the back, slipping lower, and when you grab his ass, Taeyong gasps and swears.

His hips jolt forward, cock twitching as he cums in his pants, the heat and stickiness of it soaking through the thin material of his shorts. His breath comes hard and fast against your lips, his hips still grind forward slowly into your touch, and you just smile at the feeling coursing through your veins having gotten him to cum just from that.

You kiss him again, and Taeyong's so soft now, collapsing against you, sinking into your kiss and your touch. He goes soft against your hand too, and you wipe your palm on his shorts.

"Guess that gives you time to get hard again before we get back to mine. I want to give you more of that skin-to-skin contact you want." You kiss him again, laughing when Taeyong moans, pushing forward into your palm. "Our friends were right. I think we'll have fun together, Taeyong."

He definitely agrees, stepping back to pull you back out of the alley, once more tugging his hoodie down to hide the cumstain.

And once you arrive at your apartment, you throw his shorts in the wash so he can wear them to work, but while they wash, Taeyong tackles you into bed to have the fun that you've promised.