#shakes him like a can of soda (affectionate)

[theramblingsofadork]

This is part of a larger WIP, but I really like how Starline turned out here, so enjoy this upbeat and chipper lad. 💖✨

[howlingdemon13]

I will be in the depths of despair, and this little freak has the power to pull me out of it like?????

God, I love this icky little cutie.

Perfect critter! Ough!

Do I have a problem? Maybe, but if the bug demon has that kind of effect, I’ll take it.

[wilbursprincess]

Okay so one, love your writing literally sm

Two, imagine being best friends with simpbur and heading to his place after a shitty date and he’s all like “hey, hey, it’s okay.. I can take care of you”

And yk.. it can lead to whatever!

- 💤 anon(?)

“I Can Take Care Of You”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Really soft fluffy sex, Soft/ServiceDom!Simpbur

Thank you so much, new 💤anon! I’m a sucker for the ‘best friend helps you after a bad date/breakup’ trope, so thank you for fulfilling my little writer heart <3

Fic below cut!

“What’s wrong?” Wilbur says, frantically running up to me. “What happened?”

I sigh, rubbing my hands over my bare arms from the night chill. “That’s the last time I accept a ride from a guy I’m going on a first date with.”

“Who am I beating up?” He asks, brows knitting in concern as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders. “Did he do anything?”

Shaking my head, I let Wilbur lead me to his car, letting a sigh of relief as he buckles me into the front seat and I hear the front doors lock. “Tried to get me to go home with him, and doesn’t like being told no. Got out before he tried anything, but yikes.”

He cranks the heat, a wave of warmth washing over me as I snuggle into his jacket. “That bastard,” he sighs. “Thank you for calling me.”

“You’ve always been there for me,” I murmur affectionately, resting my head on Wilbur’s shoulder and breathing in his comforting scent, the same cologne and shampoo he’s used since I’ve known him. “Did I interrupt your evening?”

Snorting, Wilbur puts a loose arm around my shoulders. “Oh, definitely. A very exciting evening of shitty TV movies and frozen pizza. Care to join me, now that your plans have, uh, changed?”

“Absolutely,” I nod. “Mind lending me some of your clothes when we get to yours?”

“No problem,” he replies, backing out of the parking spot. “Might even dig some ice cream out of the freezer, too.”

“His number is blocked?” Wilbur asks as we head up the staircase to his apartment.

“Blocked it while planning my escape,” I laugh, tugging off my heels and carrying them up with me. “God, why did I wear heels on a date with a guy who’s barely 5 foot tall?”

Giggling, Wilbur unlocks his door. “He’s not worth your heels, princess.” He’s always called me princess, and recently, it had started sending heat between my thighs each time his British accent cooed it at me. “Right, let’s get you changed, and I just bought one of those veggie pizzas you like, want me to throw that in the oven?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I groan. “We didn’t even get to appetizers before I had to run, and I’m running off a vodka soda.”

He preheats the oven, yanking open the cupboard and tossing me my favorite crisps. “Go grab one of my hoodies and some sweats from my room, and I’ll get this ready for us, ok?”

Nodding, I shove a handful of crisps in my mouth on the way to his room, opening the door and sighing at the familiar sight. I’d often teased Wilbur for being a slob, his room covered in clothes and empty mugs, but right now, there was nothing more I wanted to see.

I tug off my dress, replacing it with one of his massive hoodies and an even baggier pair of sweatpants, his softest socks covering my feet. In his bathroom, I use his face wash to wash off my makeup, patting on some lotion and grabbing a stray rubber band to wrap my hair in a bun.

“There we go,” Wilbur says, smiling as I walk back in, munching on the crisps. “That’s the girl I’m more used to.”

I look down at my shapeless clothes, messy hair, and crisp crumbs stick to my lips. “What do you mean?”

“As much as you look amazing in a dress and heels, I love seeing the real you shine through. Wearing my clothes, using a rubber band as a hair tie.”

I’m not even sure how to respond to such a compliment, so I don’t. I just accept a can of soda and an outstretched arm, snuggling into his chest as he tosses a blanket over our laps. “Pizza’s in the oven, it won’t be too long,” he murmurs. “You feeling ok after your night?”

Embarrassingly, tears bubble in the corner of my eyes, and I try and sniff them back before Wilbur sees, but he wipes them away before I can turn away. “What’s with the tears?” he whispers, pulling me into his lap.

“I’m just sick of shitty dates with shitty guys,” I admit, wiping my eyes on his tshirt. “All I want is someone who knows me inside and out, loves me for who I am, and is good in bed. No, scratch that, someone who’s mediocre in bed, since apparently my standards are too high.”

Surprisingly, Wilbur brushes his lips against my cheek. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. I can take care of you.”

“W-what do you mean?” I whisper, heart pounding, hoping I didn’t mishear him.

“I know you sing in the shower, how you like the burnt bits on pizza, and that you feed all the stray cats behind your apartment because you feel bad they have to sleep in the rain,” he murmurs, eyes crinkling in amusement. “I’ve held your hair back while you’re throwing up in my bathroom after getting wine-drunk, I know the brand of tampons you like, and where you hide your vibrator.”

“You know where I hide my-?”

Wilbur presses a finger onto my lips. “Shush. I’m not done. That’s two out of three of your standards I’ve knocked out of the park.”

“What about the last one?” I challenge, face in a red flush just from the thought.

“Do you want me to tell you, or show you?” He smirks, hand fluttering on my thigh.

“Show me.”

From how flirty his words had been, I was expecting his lips to crash unceremoniously into mine, but that wasn’t the case. Wilbur was soft, gentle, and sweet, running his tongue across my lower lip before sliding it into the kiss. One of his hands rubs at the nape of my neck, the other stroking the curve of my waist under the hoodie, and I absolutely melt into his touch.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he sighs, barely pulling back enough to get the words out. “Mmm.”

I giggle, nibbling on his lower lip. “I didn’t know you were such a good kisser.”

“I’m good at a lot of things,” Wilbur whispers in my ear, leaving a hickey just behind my ear. “You want me to show you some, baby?”

“Please,” I whine, tugging on the waistband off his sweats to try and free the growing bulge. “Show me, Wilbur.”

“Patience, sweetheart,” he chides, sliding two fingers into the band of my sweatpants. “Can I take these off?”

I nod, reaching down for my hem of his hoodie as he tugs off my sweats. “How long have you wanted to do this for?”

“Longer than I’d like to admit,” he says. “But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

I smile. “Same here.”

We both stare at each other in the dim light, him panting over my almost-naked body.

“Please let me ruin it now,” he groans, rubbing himself between my thighs.

I grind back, both of us letting out high pitched whines. “Ask me that after I see how good that dick is.”

Wilbur pulls back for a moment, tugging down the front of his pants, the leaking length springing up and hitting his lower stomach.

“Of course you have a fucking huge dick,” I groan, making him snort. “My best friend of all these years has somehow managed to hide that from me.”

He leans down, pressing his shaft onto the wet spot on my panties. “And I can assure you that it feels even better.”

I tug my panties down my legs. “That’s two things you have to prove tonight, Wilbur. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” Wilbur asks, brows knitted in concern.

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control, and we all know neither of us have slept with anyone else in ages.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says softly, working me open with his fingers. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, it hurts, you’re uncomfortable, or-“

Kissing his forehead, I tilt Wilbur’s head back to look him in the eye. “Wilbur. You’re worrying.”

“How did you know I was worrying?”

“Your forehead always crinkles when you worry,” I say. “Relax. I promise. We both want this.”

He sighs. “I just want to make this perfect for you. You deserve it. You deserve the world.”

“You’re already making it perfect,” I reply, stroking my hand down his bare back. “Just be gentle, ok?”

“Anything,” he breathes. “For you.”

Wilbur pushes himself inside me gently, so gently, kissing me all over my face as I adjust to the feeling. One hand squeezes my hip, the other stroking the bare skin at my waist.

“I’m so full,” I groan out, wrapping my legs around Wilbur’s waist to tug him deeper. “Oh, God.”

He smiles, licking a stripe up my neck as we start to move together, finding a smooth, rocking rhythm.

“Mmm, we feel so good together, princess,” he praises, hooking one of my legs over his shoulders to hit me even harder. “You’re so wet.”

I’m surprised he’s touching me in all the right places, since from my past experiences, most guys aren’t exactly adept. But Wilbur was. Incredibly, in fact, not just shoving my own pleasure aside to get himself off.

Kisses turn into nibbles, nibbles turn into bites, and bites turn into Wilbur fully sinking his teeth into my lower lip, muffling the moan that threatens to spill out. His hand slides from my waist to my chin, tilting my face into our slightly sloppy kiss.

“Still ok?” He whispers, pulling back for a moment to gaze in my eyes. “I’m not hurting you?”

I shake my head, pecking him on the mouth. “Quite the opposite. You’re quite adept with that cock of yours.”

Laughing, Wilbur nibbles another hickey onto my neck. “I try my best, love.”

We stop talking for awhile after that, preferring to let our bodies do the talking.

“Oh, Wilbur, I’m close,” I cry out, knees shaking, nails digging into his back. I’m impressed how long we’ve both been lasting, but I’m not sure either of us can keep going forever. “Fuck.”

Wilbur groans, biting his lip with the effort to keep going for me. “Where… where can I cum?” He pants.

“Inside… please,” I manage to reply, almost screaming out as he reaches up and presses on my clit. I melt into the couch, tightening around him as my high slams into me, Wilbur right behind me a few seconds later, finishing deep inside me with a loud moan.

We’re both silent, panting in the aftermath, only being interrupted by the sudden beep of the oven timer.

“Pizza’s ready,” Wilbur deadpans, making me crack up. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” I sigh. “Cardio will do that to you.”

[dira333]

dearest dira !! im here for your plot bunny game <3 could i request bokuto ?? :>

You might not have fallen in love with your husband if you'd met him out in the open, as loud and (affectionately) obnoxious as he is.

So you'll be forever thankful that you met him the way you did.

"Excuse me?" You kneel down to squint under the table. The space is barely big enough to hide a child and you don't think a man in a fancy dress suit could even get his leg in there.

"I'm not here," a voice whispers, high and a little whiny.

"Okay," you nod, "I was just wondering if you're comfortable. Are you hungry?"

"Maybe?"

You look over the table, take stock of the room. Loads of equally fancy-dressed people. The food isn't that far away.

"Okay, stay where you are, I'm going to get you something. Any preferences."

"I like meat."

.

"Okay, I'm back, are you there? I've got a few sticks with grilled chicken, some Onigiri even though they only had Tuna, and those Mini Steaks that are absolutely delicious. Everyone was looking at me like I was crazy but I don't know how hungry you a-" The Plates are all but ripped from your hands. You stare at the now-empty space but don't dare to lift the tablecloth in fear of what's truly hiding underneath.

For a while, you can only hear the quiet noise of someone chewing. You think about leaving, but it doesn't feel right. What if they're thirsty too?

But before you can ask them, the table starts shaking softly. For all the quiet swiftness he had entering this little safe space, the guy does not care for quiet nor swiftness as he creeps out, almost tipping the table over.

"Hey," he smiles up at you with wide, curious eyes, greyish hair slightly drooping, "You're still here."

"Uh, yeah, I was... uhm, are you thirsty? They have a Soda Fountain."

He's tall, huge even, with beefy arms and equally large thighs. How on earth did he fit- No, you don't wanna think about that. "Yeah!" He smiles, "That would be nice. What's your name? Mine's Bokuto. I'm not really sure why I'm here though, do you know-"

"OH! You're Bokuto Kotarou!" You smile, beaming with pride. "You're famous for your crossshot!"

Are you imagining things or did his hair just straighten like it has a mind of its own.

"You've seen me play?"

"Obviously! I'm probably your biggest fan!"

"Really?! Tell me more!"

-x-

"He's like his Dad," you sigh, peering into the small space between the TV and the Wall. "Always creeping into the tiniest places."

"Is he okay?" Kotarou's hanging off your shoulder, all weight and despair.

"I think so. Do we have some food to lure him out?"

"He ate all his snacks this morning."

"All his- Kou, you know you're not supposed to give him all his snacks at the same time!"

"But he looked so cute!"

You sigh again. "Stay here, okay? He likes you, he might come out when you ignore him. I'll get something he likes."

"But how do I ignore him?" Your husband asks, clearly unable to imagine such a scenario.

"If you turn your head to the left you can see the artwork Keiji bought us for our wedding. You always get lost in your head looking at it."

"Oh, right."

You're only a little surprised to still find him staring at the artwork when you turn back. But that's not the important part.

Important is the little puppy gnawing on Kotarou's hand, so obviously unhappy about the fact that no one's paying him any attention.

Like you said: Like father, like son.

[linos-luna]

Angsty Minho or Seungmin with fluffy ending. Where reader is very sensitive and don’t like getting yelled at but Minho or Seungmin had a bad day and puts it out on reader. Fluffy ending with kisses and cuddles😔

Im in a sensitive kinda mood soooo 😅

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Moody 🥀☁️

Seungmin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none 🫰🏽

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Seungmin didn’t exactly have the best day and when he got home he barely greeted you and went straight to the bedroom to lay down.

You followed after him and stood next to the bed as he put his hands over his face.

“Seungmin…?” You asked shyly. “Are you okay?”

“Not now, y/n…” he groaned.

“Is there something I can—”

“I said, not now!” Your boyfriend snapped, still not moving his hands.

“Seung—”

“Get out!” He yelled and you quickly left the room. This stung a bit but you figured he just needed some space so you opted to watch some tv.

After a while, you had fallen asleep. Laying across the couch with a soda next to you. The show still played as you shifted in your sleep and the soda spilled onto the carpet. But of course you had no idea.

Seungmin came out from the bedroom with his hands on his head, trying to sooth his headache when he comes across you and the spilt drink.

“Y/n, what the hell?!”

“W-what?!” He nearly scared you and you sat up quickly.

“You made a mess!” He yelled. “Why would you do that?!“

“S-seung—”

“Don’t you think about your actions?!” He interrupted as you stood up while wiping away tears.

“I-I—….”

“Clean it!!” He yelled before stomping away and slamming the bedroom door behind him.

You started crying; he’s never yelled at you like that before.

It wasn’t even a minute later when seungmin realized what he did and quickly came out. You hadn’t moved from your spot and stood there sobbing.

“Y/n, baby! I’m sorry!” He said while going to you.

“No!” You sobbed while turning away. “Why are you mean to me?!”

“I didn’t mean it! Baby! I’m sorry!” He pleaded as he hugged you from behind, holding you tight.

You turned and continued crying into his chest as he rubbed your back. Seungmin wasn’t the most physically affectionate person so he wasn’t exactly sure how to soothe you.

“I’m sorry seungmin…” you said while wiping your tears.

“No, baby… I shouldn’t have yelled like that.” He sighed while hugging you. “I had a bad day but… you didn’t deserve to be yelled at….”

You nodded and he took your hand, leading you to the bedroom.

Seungmin laid you down and put a blanket over you. He then laid next to you and gave some kisses on your cheek.

Tears were still rolling down your cheeks and you nuzzled into his neck area, taking in his lovely cologne.

Seungmin stroked your hair and softly kissed your lips while holding your waist. You kissed him back, letting him take the lead as you whimpered lightly.

“My sweet girl…” he whispered while letting up a bit. “I should’ve never yelled at you…”

“It’s okay…” you replied before he gave you a few more kisses.

“No… no it’s not.”

Seungmin held onto your cheeks and loomed over you as he kissed you. You were gripping onto his shirt tight, lightly shaking.

“You’re my sweet girl, right?” He whispered as he kissed your neck. You nodded and giggled at the tickling feeling.

“Yes seungmin”

Your boyfriend smiled at your answer and held onto you like a body pillow. Sure it was a little awkward for him but he knew you liked it and that’s all that mattered.

[snapghoul]

Moon, tell me if I could send my heart up to you?

Bradley and Jake parted ways with Tyler and Bradley meets Mama and Pa Seresin.

Note: I love using titles that represent characters’ feelings towards each other as subtext.

Warnings: none

Song: My Love Mine All Mine - Mitski

Texas seemed much like Oklahoma to Bradley—just as scorching and flat. He unloaded the duffel bags from their rental car while Jake dashed up the steps of the ranch house and was quickly enveloped in a warm embrace by his parents.

Watching the scene unfold tugged at Bradley’s heart, starkly reminding him of his own lack of family. He longed for moments like these and resented the void left by their absence.

As Bradley approached the porch, Jake’s mother greeted him with a warm smile. “You must be Bradley, come here, darlin’!” she said, pulling him into a gentle hug and cupping his face. Her affectionate term of endearment made him feel unexpectedly cherished.

“You’re quite the looker,” she continued. “I’m Rose, but you can call me Mama Seresin. Jake, what a fine boy you’ve brought home!” Rose beamed at Jake, who turned bright red as his mother showered Bradley with praise. Bradley, equally flushed, found himself overwhelmed by the genuine warmth.

“Ma.” Jake sighed and his father chuckled, reaching out to shake Bradley’s hand.

“Cole, welcome to the ranch, son,” Mr. Seresin greeted warmly. Bradley barely had time to process the introduction before he was swept into the house, his duffle bags being handed off to Jake.

“Lucky for you, I just finished some barbecue,” Rose said as she guided Bradley inside. “Soph and the kids won’t be here for a while, so I suggest you dig in now.”

“Ma, slow down—” Jake began, but his mother waved him off.

“Hush! You’ve never brought anyone home before; let me have my moment,” she retorted. Bradley chuckled softly as the mother and son playfully swatted at each other.

“You’re the first he’s ever brought home, so she’s just excited,” Mr. Seresin explained, gently prying his wife’s hands away from Bradley while she continued to bicker with Jake. “If she gets overwhelming, just let me know. Would you like a Coke or a beer?”

“Coke, please,” Bradley said with a smile.

Mr. Seresin’s calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the lively energy of his family. It was clear that Jake and Tyler inherited their boisterous attitude from their mother. The shorter blonde woman was animatedly chastising her son with a towel, loudly lamenting that Jake hadn’t shared much about Bradley. It was evident that his presence was a significant moment.

Bradley followed Mr. Seresin into the kitchen, where he was handed a freshly opened can of soda.

“Now, darling, let me get a better look at you,” Rose said, her excitement palpable as she made another advance toward Bradley.

Jake quickly stepped in, placing himself between Bradley and his mother, wrapping his arms around the taller man. He glanced back at Rose and said, “Ma, give him some space, or you’ll scare him off.”

“Jake,” Bradley said, taking a sip of his soda around Jake’s head, his hand resting comfortably on Jake’s lower back. “It’s fine. If I can handle you every day, I’m sure I can manage your mom. Sorry, Mrs. Seresin.”

Rose laughed heartily, joined by her husband. “Oh, darlin’ don’t be sorry, you’re probably right. And I told you just call me Mama Seresin.”

“I’d say so,” Mr. Seresin added with a grin. “And if he’s survived a week with Tyler, he’s ready for anything.”

Rose looked to her husband for confirmation, and he nodded in agreement. It was clear that Bradley had already been warmly accepted into the family.

They also noticed how utterly captivated Jake was, his green eyes twinkling as he looked up at Bradley with an unprecedented softness, as if Bradley were the full moon on a clear night. In turn, Bradley gazed at Jake with the same warmth one might reserve for the sun, his arm wrapped protectively around Jake’s waist, drawing him close.

Yeah, Bradley was staying, Mama would make sure of that.

[shalscumbunny]

Shalnark reacting to his S/O calling him for the first time by an affectionate nickname

Summary: Shalnark getting horny for a minimal action of yours because he loves you, wants you and needs you like the air, yes

Pairing: Shalnark X GN.Reader (I tried to do it as less explicit in genitals so that it was GN)

Warnings: Sex, Shalnark being a hormonal who just wants to leave you full of his seed and without walking for several days

Author’s note: I always mention it in all my writings in English, but better safe than sorry, English is not my native language so it is very likely to find many mistakes and also that I know practically nothing about writing “X character and Reader”

Sites: AO3

I will say that this situation can occur in our much loved toxic environment with Shalnark where we are kidnapped and only resign ourselves to spend the rest of our existence with him or in a healthy tender relationship, you choose.

You and Shalnark were having quality time on the sofa, quietly watching a series on television until the beeping of the washing machine indicated that the clothes were ready.

"Not me" Shalnark said, drinking his soda while he held you by the waist.

"Oh, you go..." You said leaning on his chest

"No" He mockingly denied you

“Shal… Please” You said with puppy eyes

You were startled when Shalnark suddenly sat up in the sofa, grabbing your shoulders and staring into your eyes.

“Oh! What's happening?” You asked alarmed

“What did you call me!?” He asked shaking you.

A blush covered your face when you met his intense gaze and realized that it was the first time you called him by a nickname.

"What do I call you?" You asked nervously looking away embarrassed “Do you mean Shal?”

Shalnark's breath hitched as he heard your sweet lips call him that cute nickname again, as his heart raced and his cheeks flushed red.

"Well... I don't know... we've been together for a while and Shal is a cute nickname" You tried to justify yourself embarrassed

You were so into it that you didn't notice Shalnark's body and thighs tense and his eyes widen more with each second that he saw and heard you.

"Not bad, right?" You asked hesitatingly and playing with your thumbs and then you looked up at him with a smile “Can I nickname you Shal?”

Shalnark's breath caught momentarily seeing you smile so sweetly and innocently and call him by that nickname again, soon he felt his blood rise from him and his cock harden hearing you.

Before you could react Shalnark had already taken you in his arms, he carried you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed starting to take off his shirt.

Your look of surprise, embarrassment and bewilderment made him bite his lip as he managed to get much more aroused and there was no escape for you, you both knew it.

It was a matter of time before you were under Shalnark, with your face buried in the pillow, whining and moaning over stimulated as Shalnark had a tight grip on your hips thrusting hard and fast while biting into your neck and shoulders leaving purple marks and small wounds.

“Come on Y/n…” He ordered between moans and growls in your ear “Call me Shal again”

“S-Shal…” You called him between whimpers and moans while your saliva wet the pillow “Too much… It's too much…!”

Even Shalnark's own body told him it was too much, but he couldn't control himself and he wasn't thinking of stopping anytime soon, when that nickname left your beautiful lips, it was impossible for him not to lift your hips higher and start thrusting into you with much more force at the same time, while groaning and gasping with pleasure.

"Again... please... I need to fill you... just one or two more times" He asked excitedly, his face flushed and his nails digging into your hips

“S-Shal!” You whimpered at the continued increase in strength and speed, you moaning and shivering under him.

“That... that... I'm your Shal... Damn... never stop calling me that” He said, biting your shoulder strongly possessively “You're mine... mine... damn mine”

The most correct thing was to assume that it was impossible for you to escape and that Shalnark did not stop until his body was unable to continue and when he finished, he could only breathe agitated, watching proud to see your entrance dripping with his seed, hugging your trembling body, with an innocent smile, not caring that tomorrow you probably won't be able to walk properly.

Thank you so much for reading my shit 🖤

[ravenssilver]

Hey can we get some Mountain Dew cuddles? Maybe Dew had a rough day and just needs cuddles from the big man?

hnnnghfbfb… mountaindew:(

900 words of dew having a rough time and mountain knowing him well enough to see past his anger

i didn’t really get too into the bad day, so this is mainly comfort with a bit of snappy dew at the beginning. no cws :)

under the cut, if you please<3

Dew hated laundry duty. Hated it.

There was a constant flow of dirty clothes, someone in the ministry was a dirty freak and had clothes that were literally solid as a rock, and he wasn’t allowed to leave until all the clothes for the day were cleaned.

The Brother of Sin that was helping him was doing the exact opposite of helping. He had no idea how to do laundry, used hot water with non color separated clothes, and apparently had no idea what a dryer sheet was.

Dew eventually snapped and kicked the Brother out of the laundry room, making a very angry mental note to complain about him to Copia.

Though, even with the Brother being stupid, clothes were still getting cleaned while he was around, and now that he wasn’t, Dew was sure to be working for a lot later.

And then the laundry cleaner bottle exploded on him.

A towel may have been caught on fire…

When everyone saw Dew grumbling up a storm as he entered the common room hours after they had, they knew that he hadn’t had a good day.

“Dew! We made pasta! Do you want some?” Aurora asked, hoping to cheer the fire ghoul up.

Now, if it were anyone else, Dew would’ve snapped even after such a nice and tentative question, but this was Aurora, so he knew he couldn’t.

“No.” Dew said, albeit shortly. He then walked down the hall to his room, his tail thrashing and making clear he was pissed as hell.

Aurora looked back at the pack, getting head-shakes from the ghouls who had known Dew the longest.

“Honeydew,” Mountain spoke softly, his knuckles gently rapping on Dew’s door. “Are you alright?” Mountain asked quietly, hearing Dew grumble in response. Mountain smiled softly, expecting that response.

“May I come in?” Mountain asked, taking his hands away from the door. It was quiet for a moment before Mountain heard Dew drag himself out of bed and come over to the door, opening it and glaring up at the taller ghoul.

“You’re tired..” Mountain spoke, his voice gentle. Dew scoffed, upset that the tall ghoul could read him so well. “What about it?” Dew sneered, not in the mood to entertain anyone at the moment.

“I could make some tea. I have lavender in the kitchen, so it will help you sleep.” Mountain offered. “I don’t want your remedies,” Dew scoffed yet again, Mountain growing amused by the constant sound leaving the fire ghoul.

It was like he was trying to puff out smoke.

“That’s alright.” Mountain nodded. “What do you need?” Mountain asked.

Dew opened his mouth, definitely going to say something snappy. Though, he knew Mountain didn’t deserve that, and that he was safe with the bigger ghoul.

“A Mountain-Dew night…” Dew mumbled, glancing around before looking back at Mountain.

A Mountain-Dew night was a night where Mountain and Dew holed up in Mountain’s room, Mountain with some tea, and Dew with Mountain Dew soda. It was affectionately named by Swiss, though none of the pack really knew what happened on Mountain-Dew nights behind the earth ghoul’s door.

Everyone knew it was chaste and loving, but other than that they had not a clue.

Well, except Rain. But he could keep a secret like nobody else.

The earth ghoul smiled and nodded. “Do you want me to go get your soda?” Mountain asked. Dew shook his head, lacing his fingers with Mountain’s and walking to the bigger ghoul’s room.

Though, Dew halted and turned to the kitchen instead. Mountain laughed and gently pulled Dew back, shaking his head.

“I’ve had my tea for the day, Droplet. It seems tonight is a drink-less night,” Mountain smiled, pressing a kiss to Dew’s forehead and walking with him to his plant-filled room.

Dew remained silent, as he usually did during Mountain-Dew nights. Mountain didn’t mind, of course. He loved Dewdrop, both when he was silent and when he was loud.

Plus, Mountain would be a bit of a hypocrite to shun someone for being quiet.

Mountain led Dew into his room, allowing the small ghoul to raid his closet for his much bigger clothes. Once Dew returned in a sweater he looked like he was swimming in, he saw Mountain setting up a nest on his bed with soft blankets and pillows. An essential oil steamer was going, wafts of petrichor filling his nose.

“Rainy?” Dew asked, looking around. Mountain shook his head. “He promised Aeon that he’d stay in his room this week. I figured I’d get the next best thing since he can’t join us tonight.” Mountain spoke, his voice gentle as he did so.

Dew nodded and shuffling over, climbing into Mountain’s bed and helping him finish up the nest.

Mountain let Dew set up his side how he wanted, knowing not to interfere with the fire ghoul and his habits that helped him feel comfortable.

It wasn’t long before Dew was settled, his head nuzzled into the pillow Mountain used as he waited for the bigger ghoul to lay down.

As soon as the earth ghoul was settled, Dew draped himself over the bigger ghoul, purring as he heard Mountain’s steady heartbeat.

“Jane Austen?” Mountain asked, his voice almost silent. Dew nodded, his purring loud enough for Mountain to hear, but not obnoxious. Mountain picked up Pride and Prejudice, flipping to the page they left off at during the last Mountain-Dew night.

Mountain began to read, Dew’s purrs leveling out into a steady flow of utter content.

[squeezysreservoirofcookies]

the plutonians would prolly feel like those flocked teddy bears and their spikes are made of hard cartilage (think like ur nose). like if you went up and petted emory that's what that experience would feel like. if you held either of their tentacle-y hands it would just be exactly like that: a tentacle holding ur hand

the mooninites on the other hand would feel like a thick slab of somehow sentient acrylic. shiny, hard, and if youre strong enough to try to bend either of them they wont snap they'll just instantly restraighten and rightfully blast ur ass. if you held their hand its like holding a plastic stick.

frylock and shake would feel like the typical shiny and sleek cardboard packaging you'd get from ur fast food order (no shit) but their skin(?) is as thick as human skin. although whenever shake is dehydrated/mustier than usual he feels more like a styrofoam soda/shake cup. i imagine holding hands w frylock would obvi feel like a giant, freshly made and salty french fry but the salt particles act like that one cursed powerpuff girl pic w their nubs acting like a thousand hands. shake's hand would obvi feel rubbery bc of the dishwashing gloves but he has that fuckin steel iron hand grip (thats why when he throws shit it explodes...nothing can handle the force). if he had arms he would be just as strong of a hugger but thats only when he's actually feeling affectionate

if you've ever handled ground meat then yea thats p much meatwad, and its also the same when it comes to holding his hand, but if you pick him up he's not only covered in the blood juice sludge you'd expect from ground meat, but he has this solid heavy orb feel to him, almost black hole like.

[remyfire]

29 (a kiss to the back of the hand) or 18 (a kiss while laughing) for hawkeye/bj?

This was more fun than it had any right to be :D Thank you for the prompt, anon!! You get both kisses~ It's 2k, oops. I'm still very bad at making these short. Kiss Roulette [AO3 crosspost]

When Hawkeye comes back from taking a leak, practically swimming through the smokiness of the bar, BJ's still there, sipping his beer, staring right where he was when Hawk left. Hawkeye huffs with a crooked smile and shakes his head. Come to California, he said. Get some fresh air, he said. We'll have mindless wild hot sex every night and twice on Sundays with a matinee, he said—well, maybe not quite that, but close enough—and yet even after a year out here with him, BJ's goat is still just as easy to get.

Hawk almost bumps into a couple of college kids with their hands in each other's back pockets. "'Scuse me, fellas." Has to turn sideways to squeeze between two broad, muscular guys who are both somehow half a foot taller than him. "Pardon me..." And by the time he's back at BJ's side, he still hasn't looked away.

"You're not really thinking about it, are you?" Hawkeye asks by way of greeting.

Immediately BJ wraps his arm around Hawk's waist and pulls him flush to his side, then keeps a claiming hand on his hip. "About what?" He casually takes another sip.

"About Blondie over there in the red flannel." When he gets no response, he grabs BJ by the chin and rotates him so they're nose to nose. "Hey."

They lock eyes. BJ's face is perfectly calm but there's a tiny blue flame flickering in his gaze. "He's a dick."

Hawkeye's brows spring upward. "Beej, he hit on me, that's all. What's the big deal? Have you noticed where we are?"

"Yeah, he hit on you even after I kissed you right in front of him." BJ's voice tightens.

Hawkeye stares at him for a moment in silence before he sweeps his arm to the three men currently occupying a table in the back corner, two with their tongues down each other's throats, the other holding one of their hands over the table. "Again, have you noticed? Where we are?"

"Forget it."

Before Beej can turn his head, Hawk catches him again, resting their foreheads together. "Beej, the only thing I'd ever do with that guy is tie him to a chair and make him watch how good you give it to me with your giant horse cock. I could not be less interested in anybody but you. What're you worried about?"

BJ still seems a bit distracted by the chair-tying idea. Well, it wouldn't be the first time Hawkeye awoke something within him. Finally BJ takes a deep breath and bumps their noses together affectionately before pulling back, and this time Hawk lets him. "You wanna know what I've really been thinking about while you were gone?"

"Absolutely." Hawk leans his head against BJ's while finding Blondie near the back of the bar.

"I'm thinking about taking him up on that bet," BJ murmurs.

"You serious? Betting on a pool game?"

BJ shrugs. His fingers wander up and down Hawk's spine in the way they often do when he's plotting, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Focus, Hawk, you can fuck him at home. "What're you gonna do that for? You could be sitting right here with me in your lap, but you wanna go over there and show off your machismo for cash we don't need?" It's a perfect excuse for him to grope BJ's ass. God, he looks good in these fucking pants. "Unless you're trying to tell me you left your wallet at home or something, and if so, I'm very interested in hearing all the dirty details of how you were planning on paying our tab."

"Spending money." He says it so casually that Hawkeye blinks at him. Beej glances his way for only a second. "For when we go to New York next week."

Amusement bursts in Hawk's chest like endless soda bubbles. "You wanna put our vacation money on the table on the slim chance that this guy isn't getting you steamed up so he can hustle you?"

"I could beat him," BJ mutters, voice stung.

Ah, his pride. It's not as easily bruised as it used to be but in moments like this when BJ can fully relax, put his hands all over Hawk if he wants, dance with him at the jukebox in front of everyone, it can open the door to his old hypercompetitive nature. Hawkeye keeps waiting for BJ to figure out that the best way to work all that tension off is simply bending him over the kitchen table and railing him until Hawk loses his voice from moaning like a bitch in heat, but they don't appear to be quite there yet. One day.

"I know you can." Hawk catches Beej's earlobe between his teeth and waits for the rough hum to bubble out of his lover's throat before he puts his arms around his neck and slowly rotates BJ to face him. "You are the cleverest, strongest, sexiest, brilliantest person I know. You've got a great eye." He waggles his eyebrows, smirking. "Amazingly talented hands." And though he can see BJ's still trying to pout, his cheeks are a lovely pink and his gaze has softened. "Okay, you know what? Do it, babe. Go kick his ass. We're gonna treat Sidney to a hell of a meal while we're up there."

BJ's lips twitch. He tries to hide it with that mustache of his, but unfortunately for him, Hawkeye knows his face better than his own now. "Well, if you're gonna insist like that..."

"However..." Hawkeye slides his fingers into Beej's silky hair, giving his scalp a tiny and affectionate scratch. "Just keep in mind that if you lose...I'm not blowing you for a week."

BJ whips his head up, brows rising. He flicks his gaze back and forth between Hawk's eyes like trying to guarantee his sincerity, but Hawk simply watches him with a coy smile, batting his lashes. "And what do I get if I win?"

Tingles ripple through Hawkeye. "I'll take you up to Lovers' Lane...and I'll ride you in the back seat."

Instantly BJ is more alert. "In my—"

"In your varsity jacket," Hawk agrees, nodding.

Beej opens his mouth, closes it, then speaks through what sounds like a strangled throat. "You said you thought you were gonna hit your head on the ceiling."

And he probably still will. He considers a helmet. Maybe just a little one. Something flat like a cushioned trash can lid. But for now, he shrugs, innocently wide-eyed. "What, you don't think your girl's flexible enough for you, Mr. Jock?"

In this moment, Hawkeye knows that he has guaranteed one of two options. The first is that BJ is fueled by passion and takes the win with ease. The second is that he'll be too hard to so much as focus.

It'll probably be fine.

"C'mon, Sir Beej," Hawk teases. "Do it for my honor or something, huh?"

BJ purses his lips and narrows his eyes in thought. Then he downs the rest of his beer and starts to step away. But at the last moment before he's out of reach, he catches Hawkeye's hand behind him. He sweeps into a low bow, then lifts Hawk's fingers to his lips and leaves a warm kiss on his knuckles that sears Hawk straight through like it's their first. "As you command, Princess."

Because he's a bastard, BJ saunters away with a certain spring in his step that has Hawk staring at his legs and chewing on his bottom lip, trying not to groan. Okay, well, he probably deserves the pain in the front of his trousers now too, that's completely fair. He keeps BJ in his sights at first, how he's smiling and laughing with Blondie—but Blondie's not familiar with how Beej's eyes glimmer in a very specific way when he's biting at the bit. That too is impossibly hot.

Hawkeye tells himself that he stays at the counter because if he goes anywhere near that pool table, BJ's gonna clock how hard he is and get too distracted to play well. But really if he's being honest, Hawk can admit it's because the view of BJ potentially leaning to take a difficult shot is way easier to see from here. Every time a couple or more block his view, Hawk's attention floats from the game to people watching to idly chatting with the bartender when he comes over to pour Hawkeye another beer. With the constant visual interruptions, it's hard to track how everything's going just from the placement of the balls on the felt, especially when both men are grinning, joking around with one another, just a little too steely-eyed—reading them isn't gonna help a bit.

He's in the middle of a full plot synopsis for My Fair Lady—Cockney demonstrations included—when a hand slaps down so hard on the bar next to him that he jumps away. "What the hell're you—" But then the hand lifts, revealing a truly impressive fat stack of cash, and Hawk gapes at it for a second before looking up at Beej.

There is a certain kind of smugness that BJ will wear where he's practically whistling everywhere he walks. It's in him now, the upturned lips, the way he cocks out his hip to an overdramatic degree as he leans into the counter, how fluidly his hands move when he folds up the money and puts it in his wallet for safe keeping, leaving a few more bills than he usually might on the bar.

Hawkeye glances over his shoulder but Blondie's nowhere to be seen. He elbows Beej and leans in close. "How'd it go? How bad was it? Did you have a hard time?"

BJ puts his arm around Hawk's waist. "He sunk two whole balls."

"You're kidding," Hawk breathes. BJ shakes his head. "How'd that happen? What the hell was he doing betting in the first place if he knew he was shit?"

"Oh, he wasn't shit. I told him that if he won, you were gonna suck him off in the alley after."

Hawkeye gasps, jaw dropping. "You did not," he breathes in delight.

"Sure did."

"What were you gonna do if you lost, then?"

The smugness floats to the surface once more as BJ cuts a glance toward Hawkeye, then rests his warm finger on his trachea. "I wasn't gonna lose. I told him aaaaall about how well you've trained your throat. He almost broke the cue in half from squeezing it so hard."

For a long moment Hawkeye simply gapes at him, trying to figure out where that fresh-faced, bright-eyed kid he met at an air base in Kimpo went if this naughty little jackass is left in his place. Fuck, why is it so hot when Beej struts his stuff like this? When the cockiness rolls off of him in waves? Suddenly Hawk starts chuckling, thick and low, and he cups the back of BJ's head and pulls him in to kiss him languidly, then hums out another laugh against his lips when he feels BJ digging his hands into Hawk's hips and ass like he's about to rip his pants off and fuck him right here. "You know what I've got in the car?"

BJ shakes his head, trying to catch his mouth again.

Hawk bobs around so he can put his lips to BJ's ear. "I'm gonna sit in the back seat while you drive us home. And I'm gonna take my pants off. And I'm gonna get myself ready for you. And you're gonna keep your eyes on the road and not get distracted because you know the sooner you get us there, the sooner you get to fuck me on the goddamn living room floor."

There are three seconds of silence while BJ processes this. And then he all but drags a cackling Hawkeye out of the bar.

[queenofmistresses]

Zekina - road trip!

A/n thank you!! My forever saviour 🫶🫶 guys do you have supermarkets in the usa?? My lovely gf decided that Tina is a cream soda girl so that is included. I have never been on a proper road trip so it’s not long as I didn’t really include the… actual roadtrip 😬

Not proofread! But enjoy

Zeke finishes off packing the truck with all the essentials, ensuring there is more than enough snacks and drinks for the journey so there’s no chance of anyone being thirsty or hungry. He packs an assortment of everything: various sweets, crisps in all of Tina’s favourite flavours, water (loads of water), juice, cream soda, everything a girl could dream of. He packed blankets, a travel cushion, he set up the radio so Tina can connect her phone and play whatever music she likes. It should be everything, but he can’t help this nagging feeling he’s forgetting something.

Just as he’s stood by the truck with his hands placed firmly on his hips, thinking hard about what it could be, Tina walks round next to him, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek and practically shoving a flask of coffee and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich covered in saran wrap into his hands. Ah, that was it. A bright smile fills his face as he looks at Tina, wrapping his arms around her shoulder and pulling her tight. “Need anything else babe?”

She shakes her head teasingly and looks up at him affectionately “Zeke, I love you,” he practically melts from the words alone, “but this is more than enough, you packed practically the entire aisle of a supermarket!” He chuckles and brings his arm back to rub at the back of his neck.

“I know T-bird, just didn’t want to risk forgetting anything or you wanting something we don’t have, or-” Tina cuts him off with another kiss to his cheek.

“It’s perfect, and I will be making sure you eat more than that sandwich before we stop for food. And that you drink more than just coffee.” She calls as she walks round to her seat in the truck. He practically bounces to the drivers seat after making sure their door’s been locked, and makes sure Tina is completely set up and comfortable before driving off, excited for his first ever road trip with the absolute love of his life.

[jayzwritez]

~ Talkin’ on the Job }

A Tankman OC x Canon fanfic

Summary: It’s a boring day, where Captain has nothin’ to do to entertain himself. That’s when Bomber shows up and bickering ensues

(A/N: i have no clue what i'm doing bare w/ me guyz, i just did this for the funnies)

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It’s been a long mundane day at the base, most soldiers were either on patrol or at shooting ranges messing around with fire-arms. Captain was especially bored the entire day, just looking over the other soldiers and making sure his troops weren’t going to blast each other’s heads off.

He sighed, leaning on a lamp post near him as he watched the others at the shooting range. It wasn’t unusual that there would be days like this, but he’s a sucker for anything with action, shooting, killing enemy troops, whatever gets his adrenaline running. So he’d be bored outta his mind. Captain groans, yawning a bit. Yeesh, this was really an off day for him.

“Heya Cap,” an annoying yet familiar voice speaks up. Captain lazily turns his head only to see his mechanic, Bomber. He snickers before looking back at the troops.

Bomber chuckles, “You could’ve at least said hi y’know..” he teases in his bored silence. Bomber decides to stand their idly with Captain as he watches over.

Another long awkward silence; Bomber looks over Captain, wondering why he’s so aloof today. He not-so-subtly nudges him, “What’s on ya head? If you even think, that is..” He sarcastically snickers, before Captain smacks his head lightly, “Shut up, just feeling a bit dull today.” Captain mumbles out.

Bomber nods, today’s been a bit boring for the two. “Yeah I feel you, man.” He replied, before his expression lit up a bit and smiled. “Buuutt, you wanna hear some reports on the tanks?”

Captain looks back at the mechanic beside him, knowing damn well his stupid grin meant he’s scheming something. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the stupid bastard. “Sure, whatever will entertain my sorry ass.”

Bomber smirks, before giving a cocky scoff, “Well! Me n’ my team finally managed to clean out the tanks! Especially that one tank someone decided to fuel with SODA.” He says with gritted teeth, looking at Captain with an annoyed look, yet he knows he can bitch him about it.

Yet Captain had the audacity and ego to defend himself, “HEY! We were outta fuel, what the hell was I supposed to do?” he scoffed, his eyes rolling. Bomber facepalmed, typical Captain having the pride to not admit his mistakes.

“What? Isn’t soda and fuel made outta the same stuff?” He bluntly asks, making Bomber’s jaw drop.

“ARE YOU THAT FUCKING STUPID???” Bomber exclaimed, chuckling as he knew Captain was being a dumbass. Captain snickers at his reaction, trying his best not to look surprised at the sudden realization that soda and fuel are, in fact, not similar.

Bomber puts his hands on his head, literally laughing at this point from pure shock, “My gooooddd, how are you even captain… such a fucking dumbass.” He groaned out.

Captain smirks, confidently knowing what to reply, “Dunno, maybe i’m just THAT charming, ey?” He flirtatiously looks at Bomber, trying to get under his skin. He does blush a bit yet he shakes his head, “That doesn’t mean you’re not stupid damnit!” Bomber punches his arm, while Captain laughs.

“You didn’t say no, though-” He chuckles, his ego being high as ever. They continue to look over at the bastards at the shooting range, some of them getting competitive and embarrassing themselves. Bomber shakes his head at the sight, until he felt a slight pull on his waist. He then found himself near Captain, his arm wrapped around him.

“..Cap, what are you-” He gets shut up by a sudden kiss on his cheek, making him roll his eyes. “Captaiin…” Bomber chuckles as a light reddish hue on his face formed.

“What’s the matter? Can’t a man appreciate his favorite mechanic?” Captain looks at him with a teasing yet somewhat affectionate gaze. They both laugh before going back to casually watching over the soldiers. Bomber leaning on his shoulder before commenting, “you’re still stupid.” which Captain replies by leaning on his head and responding, “Yeah, I know.”

[seth-shitposts]

Defectors AU Bits - Alcohol

Morad & Tseebo: *drinking alcohol and laughing and becoming very animated as they talk*

Ezra(11), to Kallus: what are they drinking?

Kallus: Alcohol.

Ezra: what's that?

Kallus: it taste like paint thinner and stops you from thinking clearly. It also affects your sense of stability. *grabs the back of Tseebo's shirt, pulling him toward him instead of letting him slide off the counter* and can very easily make you lose your balance. And if you drink too much, it can make you very sick.

Ezra: then why are they drinking it??? Why are they laughing????

Kallus: *contently giving stability to Tseebo, who is very comfortable where hes at as he continues to joke with Morad* it's like candy for adults. If you mix it with specific drinks, it tastes better. As long as you don't drink more than a few drinks, you'll probably be fine. But not until you're twenty. At least.

Ezra: why? Why can't I drink the candy?

Kallus: because it's not candy. I said it's *like* candy. Only adults can drink it, and even then there are some adults that still shouldn't be allowed to drink it because they can't do so responsibly. And it can damage your development. It's a rule that changes a little bit depending on where in the galaxy you are, and even on some planets it will depend on what area you're in, but the general rule of thumb is you have to be at least 20 or 21 to start drinking. If you start now, it will damage you.

Ezra: will I stay small?????

Kallus: honestly? Maybe. I don't know everything about alcohol so I'm not certain one way or the other on it stunting your growth further, but it's definitely possible.

Ezra: .... you said the rules vary from place to place. What's the rule for lothal?

Kallus: 18.

Ezra: can I start at 18???

Kallus: if you're asking me, my answer is no. But ultimately, that will be up to your parents. They may let you start then.

Ezra: oh... okay.... :(

Kallus: if you're still leaving it up to me, you can try your first drink at 18. You just can't start having it in any amount of frequency until 20.

Ezra: really? :D

Kallus, grinning softly: Yes. But only if you follow the rules of alcohol. It has a lot more rules than candy. I can go over all of them with you so you'll know how to drink safely and responsibly.

Ezra: can you tell them to me now???

Kallus: sure. Never too early to start learning safety.

-----

Ezra, 16, with the crew as everyone is celebrating a victory: hey Kanan, can you pour me a soda instead?

Kanan, pausing entirely because he though Ezra was surely going to start badgering about alcohol: Yeah...

Kanan, who still can't let it go because that seems very random to him: why?

Ezra: because I want some????

Kanan: yea, yeah, nothing wrong with that either! I'm just... confused. I thought... you know what never-

Ezra: oh! Thats because I had promised someone I, uh, wouldn't. Not until I'm 18...

Kanan, giving Ezra’s shoulder a bump: they sound like a very responsible person and they're right. *is giving Ezra the 'dad: I'm proud of you eyes'*

Ezra, rolling his own but still smiling despite himself: yeah, they are... *happily clinks his cup to Kanan’s glass*

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Ezra, still 17 but when Kallus has joined the rebellion, talking to Rex and Zeb, finding it funny to make them laugh while they're three sheets to the wind, shaking a tube of very small, round chocolates: wanna watxh me take a shot?

Kallus, hearing Ezra from across the room room and his Older Sibling Reflex tripping: Ezra Bridg-

Ezra: *already taking the shot of candy and turning to face Kallus as he does*

Kallus, not knowing whether to laugh or face palm: *flatly* Honestly, what was I expecting?

Ezra, grinning as he pokes at Kallus: what? You thought when I became a rebel that I threw everything you told me out the window and became a miscreant?

Kallus: obviously so. *affectionely* Rebel scum.

Ezra, laughing as he playfully wrestles with Kallus

[howlingdemon13]

I want to shake Grant like a can of soda (affectionate).

He’s such a unique blorbo because 90% of his personality is just my headcanons because the video game company that owns him hates him for some reason. ;-;

[xirayn]

Like Biting Bats (Very Metal)

Read Ch 1 of the full fic here

1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Featuring @aibhlynn as Eddie

The tape with Corroded Coffin’s music has been playing in Steve’s car on repeat. The few attempts to sing along have been made difficult by the live-wire energy of Eddie’s vocals. They tear through the instrumentals in a battle that neither side is winning. When Robin had heard it, she compared Eddie’s voice to a hot pepper overpowering the flavors of a chili, while Steve’s voice is more like chocolate. He had been lost until she explained that the best chilies use chocolate to balance out the heat of the peppers and enhance the flavors of the spices in that slow, leading way she does while waiting for him to catch up.

Steve tries again while waiting for Eddie in the school parking lot. The music is turned down so he doesn’t have to compete with it. His eyes close to help him better hear his spot among the melody and meter. After a deep breath, he stops trying to imitate Eddie’s voice, lets himself be Steve, and starts singing. Images of singing with Eddie come up as he does; seeing the way his dark eyes light up when they hit a harmony.

A thud against the window startles Steve. He twists around ready for a fight, but the sight of a paper with ‘B+’ at the top in bold, red marker by Eddie’s name has the adrenaline giving way to excitement.

It’s the last passing grade Eddie needed to graduate.

“Nancy did it!” Steve exclaims through the glass. His eyes move to Eddie, who was beaming like an absolute idiot. “You did it!”

“I did it!” Eddie whoops. He clutches the paper to his chest and does a joyous little jig before darting around the front of the car. He opens the door and flings himself into the passenger seat, quickly yanking the door closed and buckling his seatbelt.

“I owe Nancy the biggest thank you,” he laughs in a high voice that bubbles with excitement. The paper is held out as far as he can in admiration. 

“Cake.” His expression gets impossibly brighter as he looks over at Steve. “We need to get a cake. And- I don’t know – ice cream. We can get everyone together and throw a party because I’m finally fucking graduating!”

“You’re graduating!” Steve clasps Eddie’s shoulder and affectionately shakes it, matching that infectious, celebratory energy.

“I’m graduating.” Eddie’s arms drop and he stares down at the paper crinkled between his fingers. His wild grin settles into something quiet and happy. He chuckles. “Man - how do you even plan a party?”

He has seen the graduation parties of his friends and peers who had ultimately left him behind, along with Hawkins High. Now it was his turn. He going to walk that stage, look Principal Higgins dead in the eye, flip him the bird, snatch that diploma and-

His eyes flick towards Steve.

“This is real, right? I passed? This is a B+ next to my name?” Eddie’s excitement was beginning to be tempered by disbelief. He’s rarely gotten above a C in anything.

“Yep. Just don’t cause too much trouble and it’s all downhill from here, man.”

Eddie scoffs, leaning forward to shove the paper into his bag. “Who do you think you’re talking to, Harrington?” He sits back up with a mischievous grin and prods Steve between the ribs. “Trouble is my middle name.”

“Alright, alright.” Steve swats away the finger jabbing his side. “Where does the future graduate want to go?”

They don’t have any obligations until band practice tomorrow since the kids are spending the night at the Hopper-Byers’ house. Vickie has also been having Robin over for ‘girls nights’ that Robin insists don’t mean anything. Even if it isn’t anything, Steve is happy for her. She deserves friends beyond him.

“I’m starving,” Eddie comments. He goes to poke Steve again, only to pull back before his hand is smacked again. A playful wink accentuates his grin. “Steak and Ale,” he suggests since the government is generously paying the hush money that allows for the occasional splurge, “or did you want to grab a pizza? There is also that new soda shop on Second Street.”

Steven snorts at the idea of them in a soda shop. For a moment, he imagines them as Sandy and Danny, the prep and the greaser, drinking a root beer float with two straws. Except that Steve is no Sandy in a way that has nothing to do with gender.

“Your choice, man.”

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[romeoandjulietyouwish]

motor oil

read on ao3

Sodapop knows his place in his family. His job is to make people laugh, to hug Ponyboy when he has nightmares, to work his ass off so Darry can work a little less. He keeps the peace. He lightens the mood. That is what he is supposed to do. 

He’s not supposed to be the one with nightmares. 

Yet here he is. 

Soda is sitting up in the bed beside Ponyboy. One of his hands is pressed over his mouth to cover the sound of his rapid breathing. His cheeks are wet from tears. He wants Darry, he wants Ponyboy. He wants to quit crying and go back to sleep. 

But every time he closes his eyes, he sees Pony and Darry’s graves. He sees his brothers black and blue after a rumble. He sees them covered in blood and too pale and lying still. 

Since sleep won’t come, Soda pulls himself out of bed, moving as little as possible so he doesn’t wake Ponyboy. When he steps into the hallway, he sees a light on in the living room. Assuming it’s Steve or Johnny crashing on the couch, Soda wipes his eyes and pads over.

To his surprise, he finds Darry sitting on the couch. His big brother is hunched forward with his elbows on his knees. His hands hang limply and he looks absolutely exhausted. Darry’s been working longer hours than usual this week, he’s probably only been home for an hour or two.

Soda thinks about turning back around, but before he can, Darry looks up.

“Sodapop? Whatcha doing up?” Darry asks. It’s then that he catches sight of Soda’s arms wrapped around his stomach and his red eyes. “You alright, little buddy?”

The soft question brings about more tears to Soda’s eyes. He tries to hold them back, tired of being called a bawl baby, but he can’t. Not like he ever could, anyway. Darry hurries over to him and envelopes him into his arms. Like he’s a child all over again, Soda digs his fingers into the back of Darry’s shirt and presses his face into his brother’s shoulder as he sobs.

“I’ve gotcha,” Darry tells him, rocking him ever so slightly. “You’re okay. I’m right here.”

Darry holds him tight, pressing kisses to his head and rubbing circles between his shoulder blades. It takes a good while for Soda to stop crying and when he finally leans away from Darry, his head hurts something awful.

Darry runs a hand over Soda’s hair, “Let’s sit down.” He takes Soda’s arm and gently guides them to sit on the couch. Soda curls up against his side and leans his head back against Darry’s chest. 

Darry is silent for a long moment and then he asks, “What happened, honey?”

Soda doesn’t want to tell him. Darry doesn’t need to be worried about him too. Ponyboy is the one who needs this kind of comfort, not him. He’s not supposed to be upset like this.

Darry sees his hesitation and nudges him gently, “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“It’s stupid,” Soda murmurs.

Darry rolls his eyes, “Now you sound an awful lot like Pony. Just tell me.”

Soda swallows thickly. “I had a nightmare, a real bad one, like Pony’s. And I woke up and I couldn’t get back to sleep.”

Darry hums thoughtfully, “Why is that stupid?”

Soda shrugs with one shoulder. “Isn’t supposed to happen to me. Not supposed to be upset like this.”

Darry leans over and presses a kiss to his temple. “There ain’t nothing you’re supposed to be.”

Soda shakes his head, “I need to keep you and Pone from fighting. And I need to make sure things don’t get too serious and that you don’t work too hard-”

“You knock that off right now,” Darry says, his voice still so gentle. “The only thing you gotta be is my brother, nothing more than that. Can you get that through your skull?” Darry ruffles Soda’s hair. 

“I guess.” This late at night, Darry is very affectionate, Soda realizes as his brother presses yet another kiss to his head. He likes it a whole lot.

“What’s wrong?” 

The two of them look up to see Pony standing in the doorway. He looks so sweet with his hair flat on one side and sticking up on the other. He’s wearing one of Darry’s old sweatshirts and track sweatpants. 

“Nothing,” Soda says quickly.

Darry smiles and waves their youngest brother over. Pony takes the invitation and sits down on Soda’s other side. Soda wraps his arm around him and tugs him closer. 

Pony frowns at Soda, “You’re upset.”

Soda smiles and just like Darry did, kisses Pony’s head. “I’m okay. Just couldn’t sleep and found Darry out here.” Pony doesn’t need to know the truth, it won’t do him any good to worry about Soda. 

Pony huffs in something like annoyance and cuddles into Soda’s side deeper. Darry and Soda exchange a fond smile. “Go back to bed, baby,” Soda tells him. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Pony grumbles, causing his two brothers to laugh as he pads back into the hallway. Once he’s gone, Darry sits up and turns to Soda, “You don’t gotta lie to him, he’d understand.”

Soda sits up, getting ready to get up. “I know, but it’s bad enough that you’re gonna worry about me now, I don’t need him doin’ it too.”

Darry’s hand falls to the back of Soda’s neck and squeezes gently. “Alright. You gonna be okay tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m fine now. I’ll be able to sleep at least.” Soda kicks Darry’s ankle, “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” 

“You’re gonna sleep too, yeah?” Soda asks as he stands up. Darry chuckles but nods. 

When Soda goes back into his bedroom, Pony is waiting for him, curled up on his side. Soda apologizes softly for waking him and crawls in beside his brother. As expected, Pony moves right over to him and snuggles into his side. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Pony murmurs.

“Yeah, I’m just fine.” And with Pony’s weight against him and the warm memory of Darry’s embrace, he thinks it might just be true.