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f1nalboys · 4 years ago

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AHHHHH! HEY B! So, so, SO happy to see your requests are open again! I cannot believe you are gonna start writing for Buddy Swanson and Sam Wescott, it seems too fucking good to be true! I adore your stuff and adore those boys so this is gonna be an amazing combo holy shit.

Let's get into it. Poly!Camping boys! But let's get into some early poly shit with them, like the reader is a hinge, is seeing both, both are aware of each other but aren't involved with one and other yet, both sharing the reader solo. However, the two of them are just a bit jealous of the other. Both get into the bad habit of trying to outdo eachother physically. Sam eats you out so well you squirt and nearly pass out and Buddy get's wind of it? I guess that means Buddy is just gonna have to fuck you so good that you cry.

In short. Jealousy. Possessivness. Multiple Orgasms. Body Worship. Spoiling The Actual Fuck Outta The Reader. (Also fem reader if you don't mind I fucking love you thank you so much byeeeee)

Oh boy, Bex! This is a long one, like,,, really long, I just couldn't help myself!!! I loved this request so much, jealous Sam and Buddy makes my little heart pitter patter. I hope this lives up to all your expectations and more!!

WORD COUNT: 3027 (told yooooouuuuu)

WARNINGS: nsfw, fem!afab!reader, oral (amab and afab recieving), threesome, pre poly!camping boys, squirting, slight degradation and praise, jealousy, edging, sam gets taken care of <3, implication of more sex, not proofread and im sure theres more things im forgetting to add so my apologies

Sam knew what he had agreed to. You told him that there was another guy, one you had feelings for and one you weren’t willing to NOT be with. You told him that you liked him, really liked him, and that you didn’t want to put him in an uncomfortable situation with that, so if he wanted out that’s all he had to say. But he didn’t want out. Being with you was different then the others he had been with. So he figured that he could get over the lingering feelings of jealousy and anxiety and stick with it for you.

And then you had mentioned him. A passing comment, one he had asked for, but it still gave him a sense of…betrayal. He had asked how your day had been knowing you had seen him, some guy named Buddy, and you had answered. “Good. Y’know, he and I actually tried something earlier and god it felt good. Apparently he has a ‘natural talent’ for it. Think you’d be up for a little experimentation?”

Sam knew you didn’t mean anything by it, but hearing about how someone else made you feel good gave him his first real sense of jealousy. Now, Sam didn’t consider himself jealous or possessive in any way, but even he would admit that the sex that night had been different. He had been rougher with you, really taking his time on fucking you silly, and had made you cum five times before he even took his dick out. And when he finished, all he could think about was what that asshole’s face would look like when he heard about him.

And oh was Buddy’s face funny. The smile had faltered instantly and his lips thinned out the more you talked about Sam. It wasn’t until he grabbed you by the neck and pulled you in for a kiss that you realized just how annoyed he had gotten. That night was one of the most mind-blowing and exhausting nights the two of you had shared. Buddy was whispering filth in your ear the entire time, your back against his chest as he fucked you from behind, his finger circling your clit quickly. He wanted you to forget all about the other guy.

“Can he fuck you like this? Hm? Can he get you so fucking cock drunk you can’t think straight?” His voice is hot against your skin and he wasn’t going to let up any time soon, fucking you until you only knew his name, until your legs were weak and shaking from the sheer pleasure.

That’s when you realized what was happening. Everytime you brought up the other, the one you were with would get jealous and give you the best sex of your life as a way to one-up the other. It was a cycle, a beautiful, pleasurable, intense cycle that you never wanted to stop.

This went on for months. You’d spend the weekend with Buddy and when you went out with Sam you’d ‘casually’ bring up the fact you had squirted for the first time ever, or that Buddy had fucked you on his apartment balcony as the sunset, and Sam would have to find a way to go above and beyond that. And he always did.

Your favorite moment with Sam was after you had mentioned a kink Buddy had. Sam’s eyes darkened as you talked about the feeling of the saw blade pressed against your flesh as he fucked into you, how the thin scratches on your inner thighs were from the brittle blade, how you had cum so hard when he finally sank inside you and the saw dug into the flesh of your neck just enough to draw a few droplets of blood.

Sam was normally a slow and sensual lover, focused solely on your pleasure, on being submissive and letting you do whatever it was you wanted. After hearing that story and seeing the way you had begun to rub your thighs together at the mere mention of it, he knew he needed to change his tune. That night Sam tied you to the bed and fucked you for hours.

He ate you out until your words were slurred, only stopping to shove his cock down your throat roughly. Sam loved face fucking you on the rare occassions he got into it the mood for it. Feeling your throat constrict around him, the vibrations your gags and moans felt on his cock were delicious, and the feeling of control he had over you in that moment made it all the more better.

After he fucked you and filled you to the brim with his cum he untied you, massaging your wrists and ankles and peppering kisses along your skin. He drew you a bath and made you dinner, laid in bed with you with his arm around your waist. That morning you woke up to his head in between your legs, his tongue moving through your folds and his fingers pumping into you.

You brought the idea of a threesome up to Buddy first. He was giving you a much needed massage and the second you asked his fingers stopped gliding over your back. “What?” He didn't seem angry, more confused than anything. “You wanna show me a picture of the guy first?” Buddy was hoping to see a guy who was, all things considered, ugly, but that’s not what he got. Sam was hot. “Oh. Okay, I mean yeah, if you’re into it, we can.”

Sam was hesitant. When he saw a photo of Buddy he was hit by a wave of insecurity; Why would you be with him when you had Buddy? A long night of love making helped ease those worries, and soon enough the night of the threesome was upon you. You were at Buddy’s apartment waiting for Sam, your nerves only quelled by the glass of wine you had.

“Nervous or something, babe?” Buddy teased as though his stomach wasn’t in knots at the moment. There was a knock at the door before you could give him a snarky response and you jumped up from the couch and practically ran to the door.

“Sam! Come in,” You said with a smile as you opened the door. Sam gives you an anxious smile, stepping into the living room and looking around, trying hard to avoid Buddy's eyes. You wrap an arm around his waist and walk him over to the couch, giving Buddy a glare that has him standing up immediately. “Sam, this is Buddy Swanson. Buddy, this is Sam Wescott.”

They say hello to each other and the room falls quiet, awkwardness swirling around your head. “Can’t believe I finally get to meet the other man,” Buddy says in an attempt to lighten the mood and thankfully Sam laughs. The nervousness of all parties dissipates immediately as you all settle onto the couch, talking and letting the two of them get to know each other.

Your hand settles onto Sam’s thigh, your head resting against Buddy’s shoulder, and he gives you a quick smile before returning back to his conversation with Sam. They were getting along, at least, so that was something to celebrate. Sam stumbles over his words as your hand creeps higher up his thigh, ghosting over his clothed erection.

“Guess she wants to get to the main course, huh, Sam?” Buddy teases, wrapping his arms around you and moving his legs so you rest in between them. You hum in response, grinning at the blush spreading across Sam’s face and neck. Buddy's fingers dip under your shirt, his fingertips brushing over skin. “Not polite to keep a lady waiting, Sammy.”

The pet name is accompanied by an eyebrow raise and Sam shifts in his seat, brushing your hand off of his lap. Sam scoffs slightly before he leans in and kisses you, his hands dragging up and down your thighs. You sigh into the kiss, sandwiched in between the two hottest guys you’ve ever met in your life and it was perfect. “It sure isn’t, Bud.”

Sam can’t help but pull back and grin up at Buddy. You can feel the rumble of his laugh underneath you at the nickname and then Sam is back on you again, kissing you harder while Buddy litters kisses over your neck. He nips at your pulse and you moan into Sam’s lips, your hips grinding up subconsciously.

“Prettiest sound ever, dontcha agree?” Buddy asks Sam who hums, pulling away from you and unbuttoning your jeans. You lift your hips as he pulls them down, allowing him to remove them from you completely. Sam settles in between your legs, kissing down your still clothed chest down to your thighs, staring at you through his eyelashes as he licks a slow stripe up your slit. It was a good choice on your part to forgo underwear.

You whimper at the feeling of his tongue and both he and Buddy laugh at you. “Pretty sounds for a pretty girl,” Sam says with a wink and you can barely contain your groan at the lame joke. “But god, her pussy? The taste and smell and look of it, man, I can’t get enough of it. Could be here down all day,”

He delves into your cunt before you can say anything, pulling a particularly loud moan from you that has Buddy’s grip on your waist tightening. Something the two men could agree on was that the noises you made were fucking heavenly. Sam swirls his tongue around your clit, sucking and biting down on it gently. Flattening his tongue, he flicks it up and down your entire slit a few times before pushing the tip past your hole, his nose bumping against your clit.

Sam was a natural at eating pussy and Buddy couldn’t help but be impressed. “You like this, Y/N? Like getting your pussy eaten out while you got another guy watching?” He whispers into your ear, his hands traveling further up your shirt, pinching and tugging at your nipples as he nibbles at your earlobe. Your fingers tangle into Sam's hair and you pull roughly, shoving his face further into your cunt. Buddy laughs. “Oh, you really do. Kind of slutty, don’t you think?”

“You taste so fuckin’ sweet. You’re so beautiful,” Sam says, pulling away from you long enough to give you a smile before diving back in. The two go back and forth, your head filling with praise and degradation until it’s swimming.

“M’so close!” You cry out and Sam grips your thighs tightly, holding you in place as his tongue speeds up. You cum hard, your eyes screwed shut, Buddy’s assault on your chest never letting up. A gush of liquid comes out, covering Sam’s face completely and when he pulls back he has a large, cocky grin on his face.

He uses his middle finger and pushes it inside you slowly, pumping in and out at an almost unbearably slow pace. Your body, still coming down from it’s high, is still twitching every so often. “Did you know I was the first one to get her to squirt?” Sam questions, his eyes flicking from your blissed out face to Buddy's. Buddy nods slowly and you can feel his erection pressing against your back.

“Can the two of you fuck me already?” You ask earnestly, earning a laugh from the two men. You sit up, taking your shirt off and tossing it over to where your pants lay. Buddy and Sam both move off of the couch, tugging off their pants and shirts, leaving their boxers on for the time being. Buddy goes to touch you again but you back away and his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“What’s wrong, hon?”

“Yeah, s’everything alright?” Sam asks, his voice dripping with worry.

You grin, sitting up and kissing the two men quickly. “I want you two to touch each other first.” There's a pause before they begin to talk over each other, questioning you in a panic. “Oh my god, zip it, please!” You huff and they fall silent. Buddy had been with men before, plenty of them actually, but he didn’t know Sam. And Sam, on the other hand, hadn’t. A couple one night stands but he was not as experienced with this sort of thing as Buddy was and you could tell he was nervous.

You grab ahold of Sam’s hand and pull him to sit down on the couch beside you. “Sam, baby, don’t worry, alright? Buddy and I got you.” You look over at Buddy who flashes you a look of understanding before settling down on his other side. Sam nods slowly, swallowing hard, and Buddy slowly places his hand on his bare thigh. “Gonna make you feel good, aren’t we baby?”

“Sure are. Can I kiss you, Sam?” Buddy asks gently. He didn’t want to go too fast, didn’t want to make the other man uncomfortable, especially because he was beginning to really like him. He liked how he worked with him on making you feel good, how he was funny and able to crack a joke in between eating you out. Liked how cute he was, how soft he was around the edges and how he looked like he was just begging to be broken in.

Sam surprises the both of you by leaning in first, capturing Buddy’s lips quickly. His heart was racing and Buddy can feel it the second he puts his hand on Sam’s chest. He was toned more than Buddy had expected, his skin tan and freckled from his time at camp. Buddy swipes his tongue over Sam’s bottom lip, taking it slow, but Sam opens his mouth eagerly.

The longer he kissed him, the more Sam wanted him. Buddy can taste you on Sam’s lips and he deepens it, pulling a small whimper from the other man and Buddy wants to hear more. His hand falls from Sam’s chest down to his crotch, chuckling at the gasp Sam lets out as Buddy fishes his cock out.

“This alright?”

“Y-yes, fuck. More than alright,” Sam says breathlessly, his head falling back as Buddy begins to stroke him. He opens his eyes slightly, head tilting towards you and nearly cumming at the sight. You were leaned back against the arm of the couch, hand in between your spread legs, soft gasps and moans leaving your lips as you watched them. “God, your hand…”

Buddy sinks to his knees in front of Sam and slowly licks over his slit. Sam moans loudly, hands gripping the couch cushions tightly as Buddy takes his tip into his mouth. It was warm and wet and Buddy was using his tongue in a way that had Sam seeing stars. “Wa-wait, stop.” Buddy stops immediately, pulling away and looking up at Sam with worry. Even you had paused your movements, fingers inside yourself to the third knuckle. “I don’t wanna cum yet and if you kept that up I would’ve.”

“Damn, I’m that good at sucking cock?” Buddy says with a light tone and Sam blushes, rolling his eyes. “Hear that, Y/N! You got competition.”

“Oh my god, you’re so lame. You guys ready to go into the bedroom?”

Sam and Buddy stand, peeling their underwear off and grabbing ahold of you, trapping you in between them as they walk you to the bedroom. Kisses and wandering hands, you get to the bed breathlessly. “Wanna touch you, too,” Sam gasps into Buddy’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He sounded so needy.

“Go ahead, then. Show me what you got.” Buddy says, sitting down onto the bed. You sit behind him, kissing at his neck and running your hands up and down his chest as Sam settles in between his legs. Buddy watches with arousal as Sam spits into his palm before tentatively wrapping his hand around his cock. His strokes are slow and deliberate and he watches Buddy’s reactions, repeating the motions that have him grunting under his breath and flexing his hips.

You nip at Buddy’s pulse. “You like him jerking you off in front of me?” You ask teasingly and Buddy’s face gets red as he nods. This helped fuel his voyeurism kink to its fullest extent. “Take him in your mouth, Sam. I wanna watch you suck him off while he eats me out.”

Sam smiles as you push Buddy back onto his back, swinging your leg over his head and sitting on his face. Your hands go to your chest as Buddy begins to tongue fuck you, his hands coming to grip your hips to hold you in place. His hips buck up and he groans loudly, muffled only by your cunt, as Sam takes him into his mouth. He repeats what Buddy had done to him earlier, swirling his tongue around the tip and flattening his tongue on the underside of his shaft.

For the next few minutes you do this, Sam sucking and gagging on Buddy’s cock while you grind down onto his tongue, chasing your own high. “So close, Buddy. Please don’t stop, fuck!” You whimper and Buddy’s tongue speeds up, bringing you to your release. You tug on his hair as you cum, crying out his name. It’s only when your body stops jolting with each flick of his tongue that you swing off of him.

“Sam, stop, m’close. Wanna cum in you.” Buddy says with a moan and Sam comes off of him immediately. His face was flushed, spit and the remnants of your squirt on the lower half of him. “If that’s alright, of course.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

The two of them smile at each other and you let out a small ‘awwww.’ “My two guys are getting along!” Buddy groans and tickles you, Sam joining in and holding you still as Buddy’s fingers attack your sides. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry!” They stop and for a second the three of you stay there and relish the silence. It was comfortable. “Alright. How about we actually fuck now?”

With a smile Sam leans in and kisses you. “Let’s do it.”

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tinalbion · 5 years ago

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Oooooh Tiiiiinnnnnaaaaa! I have an ask for youuuu~ Could I pwease get some Sammy Wescott? You haven't written for him yet and I reallllly want to see what you could do with him! I have some dialogue prompts for you too! We got - "Are you wearing my shirt?" - "Take it off. Slowly." - "If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself." Thank you, bless you, I love you! AND most importantly have FUN with this one eh? ❤❤❤ You the best!

Bex! You big-brained and big meat having QUEEN!

I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND YOUR AMAZING PROMPTS!

And as always, I love these boys and I am very happy to finally have written something for Sammy,

He deserves so much love and praise.

I now know that I am addicted to writing for these boys and I will never stop, especially since I need to practice for the collab we got going!

I hope it meets your expectations and I hope you vibe and DIE HAPPY with how it turned out!

Love ya, girl!

❤❤❤

Rating: Explicit

Length: 3.6k

“Just A Reminder”

Nothing beat sitting by the fire when the chill in the air was a bit too much and you wouldn’t trade those evenings for the world.

When you weren’t at camp, your family would have bonfires almost every weekend, it was such a relaxing time and it always brought you back to the good memories of camping as a kid. So whenever the counselors wanted to have a bonfire, you were more than willing to attend, even though they tend to get a tad rowdy after a few cold beers.

Sam was a bit reluctant to attend since he figured he’d be the babysitter of the adults, but when he would out you were excited about it, he laughed it off and agreed to accept your invitation. You had asked him late afternoon after chatting a bit with Kizzy and Tori about it, the girls convincing you easily enough to come around and have a good time as they blasted some good tunes and enjoyed the last week with no kids present, it would be one of the best nights for the fire! It didn’t take much to get you to agree.

You were getting ready for the hangout as you changed out of your sweaty counselor clothes and hopped into the shower, but you weren’t sure what you were going to wear so you rummaged through your luggage and found an unfamiliar tee shirt. It was a bit larger than your usual ones, definitely smelled more masculine, like a hint of cologne and woodsy, maybe some smoke. It was Sam’s, that’s right! He borrowed it to you when you were pushed into the lake near the boathouse, you had neglected to return it since your days had been so busy, your thoughts weren’t really focused on the shirt.

Your thoughts then drifted to Sam and you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you smiled, the memories you made this year would be unforgettable and you were more than thankful to have met him, and knowing he was actually coming to the fire was a blessing since he rarely liked to be in the group due to the fact he played the parent to the group. When you promised him it wouldn’t be like that this time, he did that little smirk you adored so much and scoffed, still unsure if he made the right decision, but you would be there and it would be worth it.

The time came and you had slipped into a pair of faded cut off jean shorts, his tee shirt draped over your frame, then you finished it off as you shrugged into an oversized flannel long sleeve. It was only a few minutes past the time the group had suggested for the bonfire to start so you were making good time as you trekked across the large grassy field, the small cooler draped over your shoulder that you decided to bring last-minute, packed with some goodies for the group to share if they desired.

You spotted the roaring flames from a couple of hundred feet away, the sound of music echoing in the area and the apparent sound of laughter only grew when you had gotten close enough. You saw Sam sitting on one of the picnic tables and sipping gingerly at the beer in his hand, his eyes looking around and making sure everything was going smoothly. His eyes scanned over the small group again and saw you just walking onto the concrete area, your eyes locked and you couldn’t help but smile shyly as you walked next to him, the breeze in the air causing you to shiver.

“Hey Sam,” you greeted cheerfully, setting down the cooler onto the table, “you guys been here long?”

“Nah, I just got here about three or four minutes ago, the rest of them maybe about ten minutes,” he explained. He reached down beside the table and grabbed a bottle from the half-melted ice, then he handed it to you. “Made it just in time for the ghost stories.” He didn’t sound very thrilled about it.

Last time he told a ‘spooky story’, shit hit the fan really quickly.

He shook the negative thoughts from his mind and tried his best to occupy them with something else. The music playing on the radio was enough to help if only a little.

You smiled and thanked him for the drink, your eyes following his and watched as the crowd had sat in a circle around the firepit, their attention focused on Jason, who was talking about his time at an old camp that was hundreds of miles from this one, something so cleverly nicknamed ‘Camp Blood’. You were intrigued by the story but immediately could tell Sam wasn’t having the best time right now. You took a breath and sat down next to him on the bench, looking at him with a concerned expression, but before you could speak, he cut you off.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” he asked curiously, beer still against his lips as he was blatantly staring at your chest. “Wait, are you not wearing a bra either?” His voice was lower this time, almost a whisper. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass you in front of these goofs.

You blushed in response and took a large sip at your beer. “Yes and yes, happy?”

Sam smirked and looked at you with a gleam in his eyes. “I mean, yeah, of course. You’re here.”

The comment made you want to bite your finger to quiet the squeal that almost surfaced, it was so incredibly cute. Sam was like that, always so sweet and thoughtful of what he said when you were around. Timid and introverted were the best ways to describe him, but what could he say, you brought out the fun side of him.

You cleared your throat and smiled awkwardly. “Hope they haven’t got too out of hand so soon,” you mentioned casually, hoping to take attention from the lack of underclothes and focus it anywhere else right now.

Sam’s attention was back on the counselors and he scoffed again as he watched how the flames behind them roared higher as Gerald added more firewood to it. “Yeah, they’ve been good for the time being, but it’s still early. I just don’t wanna end up scolding them again like I always do.”

“I notice Buddy isn’t here, he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s just not one to join in on the drunken festivities either. I invited him, said we’d be there, but you know him. He wants to get a head start on packing everything up before the week is out. He said he’ll be happy to make tomorrow night’s fire though.”

You nodded in response and smiled, hoping Buddy didn’t just say that to make you feel better. Either way, you knew he wasn’t exactly the most social creature, so you would make it up to him by throwing him a little fire of his own with just the three of you. For tonight, you figured hanging out with the rest of the crew would be good for you guys.

“Hey Sam, you got any scary stories?” Gerald asked a few minutes later.

Sam chuckled and shook his head. “Nah, not this time, guys.”

“What about you, Y/N?” Gerald directed his attention to you.

“Nope, out of luck tonight, Ger,” you giggled and nodded your head to the song that began to play. “What about karaoke?” you offered instead.

“Aw hell yeah!” Kizzy shouted.

A few others reacted with positive sounds while only a few groaned and shook their heads. Either way, the night’s activities were divided up amongst the group, but you and Sam sat at the table and chatted away about the plans you both had for when you went back to your normal lives. You had scooted a little closer to him and leaned your head against his shoulder as he talked, listening while your eyes focused on the fire.

That’s when the group had all collectively yelled when a certain song came on, the amount of beer in their guts already sloshing around and impairing their motor skills. Sam groaned and was about to stand up and stop them from acting up too much, but you placed your hand on his wrist, grabbing his attention.

“Come on, let’s let them have some fun,” you offered as you stood up and stretched your arms.

His eyes were on you again, grazing over your chest as he could see your breasts so easily when your arms lifted high above your head. He wondered if you did this on purpose, just for him to see and to take notice, to think of you in such dirty ways while everyone around them was clueless to your actions.

Sam stood beside you and walked alongside you as you both grabbed one more drink, silently sneaking off when the others weren’t paying much attention. The counselor breathed a sigh of relief when you were both hidden amongst the trees, the sounds of shouting and laughter fading.

"Thanks for the distraction, Y/N, I always get a little weird near the end of the season. Always feel bummed, I miss this place when I'm gone." Sam looked up at the dark Louisiana sky and sighed, his mind elsewhere as you both walked the well-known side trail.

You looked over at him and knew exactly what he meant because you always felt the same way. It was work, sure, but it really didn't feel that way when you and the kids would all enjoy swimming or canoeing together, it was a wonderful experience. You smiled and reached out for his hand, slipping your fingers in between his. "I get it, Sam, I'm just glad I have a new camp to attend every year."

Of course, it was because of the boys, they were the reason you didn't want to leave, the reason you had felt the best you ever felt in the longest time.

Your eyes darted up to the sky as soon as you stepped onto the hill, the one Sam told you about that was best for stargazing, and he wasn't wrong; it was incredible. You both looked up and just silently enjoyed the sights and each other's company, the late-night summer's breeze picking up only a little.

Sam was the first to sit down and he patted the grass beside him. "I remember telling you about this place, my little getaway from everything," he began to ramble, "and I came up here the first night I knew I started to feel something for you."

"Sam, I came out here to have a good time, not to cry and feel emotional," you groaned and wrapped your arm around his, feeling his surprisingly firm muscles under the thicker fabric of his sleeve.

He laughed and bumped his head against yours, his way of showing affection. "Oh, I'm sorry miss co-counselor, I forgot you like to be the happy one, right?" He teased as he ruffled your hair. That led to you both pushing one another until the mood became too heavy to ignore and you pushed for a kiss.

It started off light and soft, his skin causing yours to bristle with excitement as his hand reached out and slid to the back of your neck. Anytime Sam would allow his fingers to glide across your skin, your immediate reaction was to release a content sigh, which he always took notice of. It happened so quickly that you ended up sliding into his lap, your legs on either side of him and you straddled him as your kisses never stopped.

It was Sam who pulled back first and smiled up at you. "I gotta say Y/N, you look pretty good in that shirt. Almost makes me regret not leaving it with you sooner."

You smirked and ran your hands through his hair, the softness tickled your fingertips as you leaned in to kiss him again, indulging yourself in the overwhelming feelings that began to bubble up within you, the same feelings you were dealing with back in your cabin. The heat began to grow as your mouth on his became hungry and needy, your tongue grazing his lips as your hands slid from the back of his neck and drifted down to his collarbone, your fingers smoothed against his chest. He let out a satisfied hum and pushed further into your kisses, fighting as much as he could against the hardness that began to form in his jeans from your touch. His eyes were closed and he was so focused on just feeling you beneath his touch as if you were going to disappear from him forever like he needed to memorize the way you smelled and the way you felt.

His breathing was heavy when you pulled away from him to adjust yourself, and that’s when Sam had changed on a dime completely; he wrapped both arms around your waist and rolled you over where he was now on top of you, his body between your spread legs as he looked down at you with an animalistic expression that almost made you rethink your choice of getting him worked up in the first place. Wordless, he worked on the button of your jean shorts and quickly tugged them from you, placing them off to the side where he also quickly abandoned his shirt. Your hands instinctively made their way to his chest rubbing against the hair that covered him there, his breaths now becoming close to panting while he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder and placed his hand just shy of your ankle, his other hand rubbing on the front of your panties, teasing you with his light, feathery touches. You let out a needy whine and wiggled under him, thrusting your hips upward to signal you wanted more than just a gentle touch.

“Sa-am,” you moaned as you reached up to cup his cheek, rubbing against the little stubble that started to grow in.

He smirked and kissed your thumb as an incentive, but he had plans for you and you just needed to be patient. He quickly freed himself from his own jeans and groaned when his hand grazed himself, the mere thought of you around him already filling him with excitement. Sam’s thumb slowly started to work against the bundle of nerves that was aching to be touched without even moving your underwear aside. You cried out his name and groaned as he would rub circles against it and not even on your bare skin, it was torture!

“C’mon Sam, take ‘em off, please?” you whined, your eyes meeting his momentarily, the strain in your voice was apparent that you wanted him so badly you could barely contain your muffled sounds.

“You ask so nicely, Y/N,” he commented as he leaned down again and gave you a lingering kiss, “but I feel like I should take my time with you tonight.”

You were about to protest until you suddenly felt his fingers slip beneath the hem of your panties and slide against your folds, making sure you were prepped for him, but you were already soaking wet from the intense makeout you both shared. He smiled, satisfied with the outcome, and then pulled the thin article of clothing down your legs, removing your leg from his shoulder to dispose of them completely. You were eager for him to continue since you knew how well he’d perform with his fingers and his mouth, his gift, as you playfully called it. He always begged you to not refer to it like that, but secretly, he loved it.

Again, your leg was placed onto his shoulder as he laid on his stomach in the grass, his mouth finally making contact with where you needed it most. A sigh a little louder than you anticipated escaped your lips and you didn’t care, your fingers in his hair and yanking at it firmly, begging him to go faster. He didn’t oblige though you trembled beneath him, he was keeping his word and using his tongue in long, slow strokes against your heat. Every so often, he would circle it around your clit, which would cause you to arch your back and hold your breath.

Sam had finally finished teasing you, edging you to the point that he stopped mid lick and pulled away from you, licking his lips with an impish grin plastered on his face. You pouted and looked up at him, resting against your elbows as you propped yourself up.

“Sammy, why’d you stop?” you complained.

He sat upon his knees and wiped the little bit of juices from his chin. “I told you, babe, I’m taking my time with you. Now sit up for me?” His voice was lighter this time, sweetly said as he looked you over. You did as he asked and sat up for him, eager to do whatever he asked of you. “I think you need to be out of that shirt, so take it off. Slowly.”

Sam’s new attitude was one that was unexpected but so very welcomed, but for some reason, you had been feeling rather shy about his request, your hands hesitantly resting at the bottom of the shirt. Once you swallowed the lump in your throat, you looked directly into his eyes and smiled while you slowly pulled the shirt up, revealing your stomach. Painfully slowly. You could see even Sam was getting restless as he watched you reveal every inch of skin until you got to your torso, revealing the lack of coverage you flaunted this evening. He scoffed and reached out to you, his hand grazing your breast as his thumb rubbed over your nipple ever so slightly as he gauged your reactions.

When you finally lifted the shirt over your head, you threw it behind him and practically tackled him to the ground with your bare form over him, one hand placed in the grass beside his head as your other hand slowly made its way down and gave him a single stroke. A hushed moan of your name left his lips as you moved your wrist in such a way that wanted him to come already, your hand still stroking him tortuously slowly, his strained groans dragged out in the night.

“Aww Sammy, if you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself,” you warned softly.

He laughed and reached his hand up to cup your cheek. “And if I don’t want you to stop?”

That was all you really needed to answer your question, so with a smile, you crawled on top of him and straddled his hips, slowly placing his length against your throbbing sex, not allowing him to enter just yet, but letting him slide it against you, which made you moan you his name, the need so very palpable in the moment. It was a wonder you had lasted as long as you did with the teasing, but the way he spoke to you was so fucking hot, you needed to show him what he did to you.

After a few times of rocking your hips back and forth against him, his cock so hard against you as you teased him, he finally lifted his hips, which surprised you and caught you so off guard that you fell forward, but Sam caught you in time with both arms tightly wrapped around you. His face was buried in the side of your neck as he suddenly plunged within you mercilessly, his hips slapping against yours and the sound of wetness sticking to you both made you lose yourself almost as soon as Sam began to fuck you.

He was merciless as he lifted you just right where you didn’t have to do a thing, you just allowed him to hold onto you as he slammed into you repeatedly, your cries only growing with each deep thrust, and his mouth had been on yours, the exchange of sloppy kisses almost ending as quickly as it started when you both felt the other starting to tense up or clench down. Sam threw his head back and groaned out your name, again and again, your voice already so taken that you could barely manage to speak let alone take a breath to cry out his name in return. Sam was the first to come and his orgasm only fueled yours to happen soon after, and it took you a moment to roll off of him and catch your breath beside him in the grass. You didn’t care that you had been feeling all sorts of stickiness drip down your thighs, but you could care less as you lay there beside him, you hand found his and you held onto it and gave it a squeeze.

“Well, that was something else,” you commented after a few moments of silence.

“Good I hope,” Sam replied with a small chuckle, “but remind me to leave a shirt at your cabin again if this is gonna be a regular outcome.” He turned to look at you and you both laughed, his forehead gently touched yours and you sighed happily.

At least you were able to stargaze after all.

#tinalbion writings #slasher request #slashers x reader #slashers imagines #slashers headcanons #citrus slashers #sam wescott #sam wescott x reader #sam wescott headcanons #sam wescott imagines #You Might Be the Killer #SMUT #thirst

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bubbaisbabie · 3 years ago

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Love that Bubba matches Y/N's energy👌🏻

don’t mind me, i just wanted to write some tooth-rotting self indulgence. this is based on a realization that i own maybe three pairs of ‘plain’ socks and love showing off which ones i’m wearing that day to anyone who will listen. 🥺

headcanons - Bo Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Sam Wescott, & Leslie Vernon with a sock enthusiast s/o (gn reader)

Keep reading

#bo sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #sam wescott x reader #leslie vernon x reader #slasher x reader #headcanons #slasher headcanons #slasher #slasher fucker

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lucifers-horror-harem · 5 years ago

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Character Roster & Guidelines

AO3 Link

Kofi Link

For my Character Masterlist, Click Here!

Character Roster:

Ash Williams

Beetlejuice

Billy Lenz

Blind Mag

The Blissfield Butcher/Quentin Shermer

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Carrie White

Charles Lee Ray

Chatterer

Chromeskull/Jesse Cromeans

The Collector/Asa Emory

The Djinn/Nathanial Demerest

Doom Head

The Driller Killer/Johnny

Freddy Krueger

Ghostface (Billy Lenz, Stu Macher, Danny Johnson)

The Grabber/Albert Shaw

Grave Robber

Hannibal Lecter

Harry Warden

Jason Voorhees

Leslie Vernon

The Lost Boys (poly or just one boy)

Luigi Largo

Mary Mason

Michael Myers

Nancy Downs

Otis Driftwood

Pavi Largo

Philip K. Decker

Pinhead

Pyramid Head

Sam Wescott (You Might be the Killer)

Thomas Hewitt

Tiffany Valentine

Victor Frankenstein (Peter Cushing)

Vincent Sinclair

More characters will eventually be added to the list and you’re always welcome to request a horror movie for me to watch/character you would like to see added and I will check them out <3 I will also make sure to reblog this list when I add new characters <3

Guidelines for Requests:

I’m mostly going to be focused on headcanons and scenarios for these characters. I focus on character x reader scenarios and I am not interested in writing ship pairings. I won’t be asking for requests for longer fics though if I decide I want to turn a scenario into a fic I’ll post it on my main blog and then reblog it here. Though please don’t ask for certain scenarios to become fics, it really depends on my motivation and how busy I am with stuff.

There isn’t much I won’t write, and if you are wondering if I will write for a certain prompt/kink you are always more than welcome to ask. Some things that I won’t write are incest, pedophilia, DD/lg (I will write daddy kink just not DD/lg), strong non-con themes (I write dub-con but I won’t write really graphic non-con scenarios), or any sort of piss/scat.

I will write fluff, angst, and smutty scenarios, SFW and NSF/W. I will also try my best to write scenarios as gender neutral unless specifically asked for something else. I will also warn properly for specific kinks or for some dub-con/rough sex content so you can avoid that content if you wish. Again, I’m pretty much open to any scenario and I’m a pretty kinky person so I’m down to hear the weird kinks you want to indulge in. If there’s something that I’m not comfortable with I will let you know but other than my specific don’t list I’m down for anything.

While I do write angst, I’m not comfortable writing anything that involves people dying or being mortally in danger, I’m fine with more mild requests like “reader got hurt” but the best thing I can suggest is to ask if that’s okay and if I give you the okay then it’s fine. Sorry I can’t be more specific but it’s kind of hard to know what will make me uncomfortable unless I encounter it.

#slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #horror slashers #character roster

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bisexual-horror-fan · 1 year ago

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Do-Over-December Masterlist.

December 1st. Red Lace. Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 4th. Fireplace Sex. Mayor Buckman. NSFW.

December 5th. Mistletoe. Leslie Vernon. NSFW.

December 8th. Threesome. Poly!Chiffany. NSFW.

December 10th. Mirror Sex. Bo Sinclair. NSFW.

December 11th. Candy Cane. Poly!Ghostface. NSFW.

December 14th. Blindfold. NN! Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 16th. 69. Sam Wescott. NSFW.

December 17th. Choking. Vincent Sinclair. NSFW.

December 18th. Public Sex. Doc Halloran. NSFW.

December 19th. Ice And Handcuffs. Herbert West. NSFW.

December 20th. Role Reversal. Billy Loomis. NSFW.

December 24th. Santa And Spanking. Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 26th. Sugar And Knife play. Buddy Swanson. NSFW.

December 28th. Red Lipstick. Lester Sinclair. NSFW.

December 30th. Begging. Leslie Vernon. NSFW.

December 31st. New Year's Sex. Stu Macher. NSFW.

#Slasher x reader #Do-Over-December #BHF writing #BHF masterlist #Freddy Krueger x reader #Poly!Ghostface x reader #Poly!Chiffany x reader #Herbert West x reader #Leslie Vernon x reader #Bo Sinclair x reader #Lester Sinlair x reader #Vincent Sinclair x reader #Stu Macher x reader #Billy Loomis x reader #Doc Halloran x reader #Sam Wescott x reader #Buddy Swanson x reader

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tinalbion · 3 years ago

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Oh thanks for the tag, I appreciate it~ So, most these don’t have titles because that’s the main thing I save for last lmaoooo.

Human Freddy NSFW piece - “What A Tease” (these titles will probably change later who knows)

Mayor Buckman piece with a jealous Harper

Buddy x Sam x Reader piece

Freddy NSFW piece

Dr. Andover NSFW piece - “I Need A Doctor”

Brahms fluff piece

Englund Characters fluff piece

Harry Warden fluff piece - “Stars In Their Eyes”

Sam Wescott NSFW piece

Jareth fluff piece

Inkubus fluff piece

Dark!Rusty Nail piece with possible NSFW

No pressure tagging: @vlkyriesgf and anyone else! Whoever wants to do this, go right ahead~

WIP tag game

tagged by: @theold-ultraviolence !! thank you for the tag, friend !! 💗 answering on the writing blog to stay On Brand, y'all know how it is 👀😂

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs

pet sematary x how

jules flashing

candle clocks

they wanted a cult?

rot

jerry springer road trip

B&V dreams

bo and vince are (sometimes) good brothers

[ahh why was this actually exciting to go through my wips, plus realising i give all the docs/drafts terrible names before i come up with an appropriately angsty song lyric title]

absolutely no pressure tags: @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @bisexual-horror-fan @darkestamralime @aggravatetheaxe

#tag game

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bisexual-horror-fan · 4 months ago

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oh god, i paced and i paced and i paced, but my heart ultimately went to this: poly camping boys and an end of summer camp goodbye, prehaps?

Oh my God, Dicey, yes! You know I love Buddy and Sam so, so fucking much, I certainly didn’t have my hopes up for a submission with them but you coming through for me again! You are the best, and I hope you like this little heart-rending moment. I decided against a letter, I wanted it to be an actual scene, and I hope you love it.

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Rating. SFW. Length. 1.4K. Buddy Swanson/Sam Wescott/GN! Reader. Poly!Camping Boys. No Pronouns Or Parts Specified. Warnings: Softness. Crying. Confessions Of Feelings. Sappy As Fuck. No Movie Spoilers.

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Rufusial To Accept.

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Every single thing was cleaned up, cabins barren, the kitchen was empty and scrubbed top to bottom, the boat house is locked, and the kids have been gone for two days. Your car is packed, the sun is high, it’s midday, and you had already stretched out your duties as much as possible, most of the counsellors have left, long gone, taking off sometime after the last breakfast earlier today. You had already said your goodbyes and hopeful, “I’ll see you next summer!” to just about everybody.

You are at your favourite picnic table, the one under the tree, the shade is lovely, you are indulging in lunch before you hit the road, a good few hours drive ahead. You aren’t alone, you are sharing it with the camp’s main cook, Buddy, and the camp’s head counsellor, Sam. The lunch wasn’t planned, but you were all here long after breakfast, wrapping up and hungry, so your curly haired companion got his ass in the kitchen one last time to throw this together.

You eat chips, sandwiches, cookies and lemonade, assorted fruit and veg, laughing, having a good time, avoiding the elephant in the room. As soon as lunch is over you have to go, you know it, they know it, the pair of them need to get a move on themselves. Saying goodbye is what makes it final, real. You all live too far apart to really see each other, there has already been talk about all coming back next year, but a lot can transpire in a year, you say it now, but who knows if it will actually come to fruition.

You trust them. Not only that, but you like to hope.

The last of your food is all done, you are crumpling your napkin in your hands, then flattening it, before doing it again, repeating the process over and over, wondering how to go about doing this. How do you even being to share how much this time meant to you, how much they meant to you? How is a few sentences meant to do justice to an entire three months spent together for hours and hours every day?

Surprisingly, Sam is the one who started the process, he stood up, picking up his trash and saying, “Well, I guess that’s it, suppose we should start heading out.”

Buddy sighed, a nod as he agrees, “Yeah, you’re right.” You watch him, his pretty blue eyes, the pinch of his brow and raise of his shoulders, how his curls bounce in that nigh hypnotic way when he nods, the way his lips curve over the words as he says them.

Your head turns to also try and remember how Sam looks in this moment, his flannel has been abandoned in the August heat, he was finally out of his camp branded shirt, instead wearing a well-loved band t-shirt, and shorts. You take in the colour of his hair in the light, and the somewhat sad smile on his face, and it hits you all at once.

You sit there, unable to get up, instead of continually crumpling the napkin you transition to tearing pieces of it off, and you bite your bottom lip, a heavy swallow as you try to bite back the emotion welling up. A harsher inhale than you mean, a sniff, that has both of them pausing cleaning up the remains of the shared meal and looking at you, seeing you looking very sad, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

“Oh.” Sam said softly, the trash leaving his hands, back onto the tabletop, a hand to chest and Buddy was already coming around the table, “Hey, come on, don’t-don’t do that.”

You are already wiping under your eyes, saying wetly, “Fuck, I’m sorry,-” you laugh weakly, “- God, I’m sorry. We were having such a good time, and now I’m ruining a pretty great last day of camp by crying like an idiot.”

The pair share a look and a scoff, the man now kneeling in the grass in front of you speaks first, “Stop, you are not an idiot.”

Sam chimes in as he is coming around too, he sits on the bench next to you, reassuring you, “Furthest thing from.”

“Really?” The question leaves you quietly and Sam slips an arm around your shoulders, “Yes, I promise.”

“Talk to us?” Buddy asks, and you nod with a sniff, wiping again at your eyes, taking a deep breath you try to tell them, “I just know we are all about to leave and…It makes me sad. I had so much fun this summer, and I just don’t want it to end, you know? And…This is dumb.”

Sam puts an end to that this time, “No, it isn’t dumb! I can’t speak for Buddy but, I feel the same way, this summer has been incredible, I’m sad it is ending too.”

Piping up right after is Buddy, taking one of your hands and telling you, “Same here. I wish it could go on! Honestly, I am glad you are speaking up first because Sam never would have-”

He cut in with a laugh and a grin, “Always gotta get a shot in?”

Buddy continues his previous sentence, smile breaking out, “-and I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way I did, and I didn’t want to assume, or make myself look stupid by speaking up if you weren’t on the same page.”

It is your turn to laugh then, the tears slowing considerably by this point, you smile as you tell him with a playful shove to his shoulder, “Buddy! Come on, you have to know by now how much I like you, both of you!”

“My self-esteem issues aren’t that bad, I know you like me, but that doesn’t mean that you want this next year, for all I knew this was like, a fling, one and done.” He looks away as he shares this and Sam agrees, “Honestly same, it wouldn’t be the first time. I know we all said we want to come back next year, but I wasn’t holding my breath on whatever this is being a part of that.”

You laugh long and hard, these two idiots, no, three idiots! You are included, not immune to this, you almost left without saying anything when you are all obviously in the same boat, hopelessly smitten but too scared and dumb to say shit about it till the last day of camp. You should have realized sooner, should have spoken up sooner, like any of those times you kissed or shared a bed, or a sleeping bag, all the times you were tangled up, a few beers deep but fuck it, you are doing it now.

“I want this next summer, I want this every summer, I will never not want it.” You assure them and, in some small way, yourself.

You make a decision in the next moment. You shake Buddy’s hand off and dig into your bag, you pull out your spiral notebook and a pen and open it to a fresh page, slamming the book onto the table. “We are fixing this. I can’t wait nine fucking months.”

You start writing and both of them look curious at you as you continue your line of thought, “I am writing down my address and my phone number, email, wherever you can reach me, and you are both doing the same. Letters, phone calls, Hell fucking care packages if we have the money, we are going to stay in touch.”

You tear the page in half, putting one piece in Sam hand and then Buddy’s, gifting them both your personal information. “I am not letting either of you go.”

The pen is held out to Sam first, he grins and takes it, he starts writing down his own contact info, “Okay, fuck, yeah, we are doing this.”

You are glad he is in, you look to Buddy and challenge, “What about Swanson? Think you can handle long distance?”

He laughs, his hand wipes under one of his eyes, but he tries to play it off, poorly, he says, “Uh of course I can? I bet I handle it better than either of you. Pair of you are so clingy.”

“Mmm. We are the clingy ones, sure.” Sam teases and you laugh again.

The goodbye once all the papers were traded was easier, much more hopeful. Hugs and kisses were shared, promises to call when all home safe, you would figure out the best schedule to fit each other into your respective schedules and give it your all. When you do get in your car and pull away, it is with a smile on your face and a vastly lighter heart.

#Poly!Camping Boys x reader #Sam Wescott x reader #Buddy Swanson x reader #slasher x reader #BHF writing #BHF asks #FUCK #I loved writing this #I hope you love this #GOD I ADORE THEM

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bisexual-horror-fan · 6 months ago

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Okay SO for Multi May:

Thinking about Sam and Buddy spoiling the living daylights out of you. Absolutely ruining you as a 'reward' to the point where it hurts but it still feels so so good and you just don't want to stop

And you take it all, hell, even beg for more. Because they keep telling you you're so good and you're taking it so well and you can take even more, so of course they're right. You take it all until you don't remember your own name and don't know how to move a single muscle anymore and look positively filthy, dripping with their and your own cum in all the right places

You might have thought I forgot! I did not! I have been working on this SINCE May! On and off, I wanted it to be fucking good, and I think it really is! So happy belated Multi-May and Christmas, I hope you enjoy your present! The present being some good poly!Camping boys smut! I have missed Sam and Buddy so fucking much so this was like coming home in a way, also it is a nice kinda break-up partial vent fic not gonna lie. I hope this ticks all the boxes you were hoping for! Let’s go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5.8K. Poly!Camping Boys X AFAB! Reader. Warnings. Established Relationship. Break Up. Emotionally Compromised Reader. Toxic Ex Mentioned. Begging. Making Out. Rope Play. Restrained Reader. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Blow Job. Throat Fucking. Oral Sex. Threesome. Toy Use. Multiple Orgasms. Forced Orgasms. Overstimulation. Cream Pie. Sloppy Seconds. Rimming. Come Eating. Praise. Masturbation. Voyeurism. Hurt And Comfort. Fucking To Forget. Nipple Play. Biting. Marking. Dirty Talk. Some Dom And Sub Vibes.

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We’ll Make It Better.

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Polyamory can be a truly wonderful thing, it can also be extremely taxing, very hard work, totally heartbreaking and make you want to tear your hair out at points, but when you find the right people and things are good? When the stars align? It is fucking divine.

Buddy Swanson and Sam Wescott were best friends, roommates, kind of boyfriends with each other and kind of your boyfriends too. You met Buddy through a work friend and started dating him casually, and then you met Sam through Buddy and after some fumbling nervousness on his side, you started seeing him too, and they had been seeing each other for a bit and honestly? It just works. Sometimes you have dates with just one, more often than not you have a date with both of them, when you are busy they have dates with each other, but it is decidedly casual overall.

They wish it wasn’t.

Buddy and Sam have been falling pretty hard for you for a while and talk about it often, but you have a serious boyfriend who is also polyamorous, but you both were primary partners, on top of nesting partners, so you lived together, had history, and he was here first.

The duo had met him, once you’d all been out and ended up at the same bar as him, and he came for a round of drinks and honestly? They decided in five minutes they didn’t like him. They kept that hush hush around you but talked about it a lot with each other. Furthermore, they felt like you could do much better, that he wasn’t that good a fit and as they got to know you more, at times you opened up, told them things that were red flags, things that upset them about how this fucker treated you, made it hard to keep their mouths shut on their true feelings. It was a careful line to walk, being there and supportive but not pushy and dickish towards him, attempting to not look like they were butting in or trying to drive a wedge between you and grand captain asshole. They just had to settle on airing their grievances in private, to each other, away from you.

Buddy and Sam cared about you, were very invested in you and wanted this to work, so they did all they could to be good to you and avoid your live-in boyfriend like they were immunocompromised, and he was the fucking plague.

It was a quiet night at home. Buddy had done a lunch shift, Sam was done work for the day, they were both off tomorrow, a rarity, and they had a date planned with you, a whole day affair, and they couldn’t wait for it. Buddy was about to start making them dinner, was going to fetch himself and Sam a beer before getting going on it, when he came back into the room, a bottle in each hand, his roommate was answering the phone.

Buddy quirked a brow and as if on cue heard Sam say, “Hey baby, how are you doing?”

He smiled at realizing that you were calling, he walked over and held out the bottle for Sam to take, but he hesitated, Sam’s expression shifts, forehead creases, he frowns and leans forward, feet now off the coffee table and resting on the ground, “What?”

Buddy didn’t like that. The shift in tone and body language, he mouthed, “What? What’s up?”

Sam held up a finger, signalling to Buddy, “-gimmie a moment-” and asked into the phone, “He did what?”

He couldn’t hear a thing, he hated just having to stand there, wondering what the Hell was going on.

“No, no, of course you can come over! Yeah, no problem. We’ll see in what, like, an hour? Okay perfect, no, don’t apologize, we love having you, it’s not an imposition at all, just get here and we’ll talk this all out. Okay, bye for now.” Sam hung up the phone and let out a big sigh before reaching out and taking the beer from Buddy’s outstretched hand. He took a healthy drink and when he pulled it back and rubbed at his eyes with his free hand and still hadn’t said anything, the curly haired brunette couldn’t stand it another second, “You wanna fucking fill me in or?”

Sam pulled his hand away and said, “Shit yeah, sorry man. She’s coming over, her and the assclown had a fight, a really bad one and-”

“And?” Buddy asked, Sam finally looked up at him and said, “And they broke up.”

“No.” His eyes went wide as his jaw dropped and Sam said, “Yes man.”

“Holy fucking shit.” He breathed, falling beside his roommate onto the couch, taking a swig of his beer and Sam responded,“Yeah, so she’s coming over to spend the night, says she needs some space from their place.”

“Fuck, we better be ready.”

You wiped at under your eyes for the fifty-second time on your way to Buddy and Sam’s apartment, trying to stop fucking crying over your asshole ex, but you were finding that to be an impossible task. You sniffed, why the fuck didn’t you keep tissues in your car again? Soon you were parking your car in the usual spot that you did whenever you came by their place you turned your car off and got out, you retrieved your bag and slammed the door, locking it you turn and take a deep breath before stepping away. Your feet soon are carrying you off and headed up to their apartment, desperately looking forward to their comfort.

There is no hesitation when you arrive at their door, you knock immediately and adjust the bag on your opposite shoulder. The door swings open five seconds after you knock and there is Buddy, Sam getting up from the couch behind him, upon seeing them you tear up again, a sniff as you say with an awkward partial shrug, “Hey.”

“Get in here.” Buddy offers, arms open, and you drop the bag in the doorway, coming forward you hug him tightly and he returns it. Buddy pulls you inside, and you let him, arms locked around him all the while. Sam picks up your bag, moves it inside and closes the door, next he hugs you from the other side, his chest pressed to your back.

You stay like that for a while. Crying as they hug it out with you. Eventually you untangle, and then you are on the couch, Sam to your left and Buddy to your right, both of them holding your hands as you are calming down, once you have reigned in your breathing you ask, “Can I have a fucking drink?”

Sam hops up and heads out of the room, calling over his shoulder, “We got that wine you liked last time.”

Your brows knitted together, “Got?”

Buddy explained with an easy kind of smile, “We went out and picked up some stuff right after you called.”

“You did that for me?” You asked quietly, and Buddy said like it was obvious, “Of course! This is serious, you need some care and comfort, it’s the least we can do as your boyfriends-”

Your shithead ex would have never done something so sweet like that. The wound still so fresh and raw you could cry again already, instead? You throw your arms around his neck and hug him tightly again, a quiet uttering of, “Thank you.”

His hands rest on your back, he returns the hug. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

You seriously could cry again, Buddy and Sam treat you well, but this show of care on the heels of your break-up with your partner who treated you like you were less than dirt? It is enough to overwhelm you.

“Are we back to hugging?” Sam asked, and you looked over Buddy’s shoulder, and you smile, seeing him standing there next to the couch, bottle of wine and glasses in hand, you release a wet sounding laugh, “There is gonna be a lot of hugs tonight, alright?”

“Hey, I’m not complaining, I’m a hugger.” Sam says easily. He sits down and sets the glasses down, he starts to open the bottle and asked, “You have dinner?”

You shake your head, the break-up ran so, so long, and you hadn’t eaten in fucking hours, you realize that you are starving, as you let go of Buddy, and he scoffs, “Well that won’t do, what do you want me to make?”

“I actually was hoping for some take out? Something grease laden and bad for me,” You say softly, hoping Buddy would be okay with that, you knew cooking was one of the main ways he showed love, and Sam says, “Sure, whatever you want.” Buddy gave a reassuring squeeze of your hand and nodded along with a smile that told you it was more than okay.

After the call was made for what you were craving to be delivered, you open up upon their prompting.

You sit between them on the couch, glass of wine in one hand and the other, gesturing as you fill them in. You spill your guts about everything that has been going on, about what led to the break-up, his horrible treatment, neglecting you, every chance you gave him to correct his behaviour being totally ignored, you would communicate how his actions hurt you and promises of improvement went consistently unfulfilled. It culminated in him quitting his job with no notice, no back up plan, and fucking off on some trip he only told you about two days beforehand.

Telling them all the stuff you hadn’t told them previously was surprisingly easy, it flows out of you like water in a stream, the bits and pieces they hadn’t seen because they happened in private, in your old shared apartment with your now ex-boyfriend. You tell them about the lack of care and intimacy, how you tried over and over to fix what was broken, and how he’d always brush you off, would never make time for you but seemingly had all the time in the world for everyone else in his life. The list of complaints goes on and on, and Buddy and Sam get more and more upset on your behalf.

You talk until the food arrives, and you start to eat, that is when they start talking, “Okay, so since you are broken up I can finally fucking say this-”

A gesture from you, encouraging him to go on, finish the thought, and Buddy continues after you prompt him, “-since that first night we met him, I have always fucking hated that guy!”

“Right? God, he just talks on and on, can never shut up!” Sam agrees with a grin, and you almost choke on your food.

“Insufferable, always has to be the centre of attention-” Buddy says and Sam cuts in, “-And have you ever heard a guy who is able to talk so much and say so little?”

You swallow your mouthful and scoop up your glass again, “Fuck, guys, tell me how you really feel.”

“We are!” They say in unison, and you laugh more and more the longer they go on.

After dinner is eaten, and you are another glass of wine in, you are nearly talked out, “You know what the realization I had a while ago was?”

Your feet were resting on Sam’s lap, you were leaning into Buddy who was rubbing your shoulders, he leans forward and asks, “What’s that baby?”

You took a drink of your wine before your head was tipping back, looking up at the ceiling, you sigh, swirling the liquid in your glass and say after a pause, “He’s a sitcom lover.”

Buddy and Sam share a questioning look over you and Sam starts, “What does he get a little too into FRIENDS re-runs?”

The man behind you snorts, “Rich coming from the guy who had to put our couch down on moving day because he couldn’t get Ross screaming ‘PIVOT’ out of his head when we were having trouble on the staircase.”

Sam sighs before taking a sip of his own wine, eyes downcast with an expression that makes you giggle as he insists, “Can it, Swanson, you were laughing too.”

“Yeah, not with you, at you, Wescott.” He bites back in an overly sweet and comedic tone.

“ANYWAY, can we let her explain what she means?” Sam asks, and you smile, “Thank you, Sammy.”

You start to tell them what you meant, “We all know that I like a good sitcom too, you’ve seen the DVD collection, but I mean how he loves. Like it’s for show, a display, he prefers to do it in front of other people, but more than that. You know how in sitcoms when people fuck up, they try to make up for it with some big grand gesture?”

“Yeah sure, countless examples of that.” Buddy nods as he agrees, and you press on, “That is him. He thinks the big, grand gesture makes up for everything. That love can be bought, or you can do one nice thing every half a season and thinks that is all that is needed to maintain a relationship. When real life doesn’t fucking work like that, in real relationships you need stability and consistency and to fucking be there.”

They could do that. They can more than do that, they can be here, between the pair of them they could treat you right, love you enough the way you need it. Not only that, but they share another meaningful look and have the same thought, both express it in their own ways.

“He’s a total dumbass for fucking up this hard and losing you.” Buddy says softly, and Sam agrees, “I don’t think I’ve met anyone stupider.”

“Yeah, he’s the fucking worst.” You agree quietly.

It is silent for a moment, until Sam broke it to ask, “You want to watch something?”

“God, yes, anything but a sitcom.” You said, and it makes the other two fall into a laughing fit.

You make it less than halfway through the movie before you decided you wanted something else entirely. Another twenty minutes after that, feverish kissing and ample touching, the living room was abandoned in favour of Buddy’s bedroom. You’d managed to lose your clothes along the way, which you had more than welcomed, the outfit you’d worn on the way over weren’t exactly the most flattering, you hadn’t been feeling the best post break-up and hadn’t gotten ready in the way you usually would to see them. The pair of them were working on it, in between the heated make out on the couch, you were being passed between, you asked for that, hushed, shallow breathing, “Please make it better.”

You were almost whining, a move of your hips into Sam’s hand, grinding into his open palm, Sam gave you a sympathetic smile as his fingers began to slip inside of you, “We’re going to.”

Buddy nodded with a hum, he was behind you, he’d gotten out the ropes, said he had intentions, plans, he was currently securing the ropes tightly around your wrists, adding onto the currently ongoing complex rig he was working on. The smooth coiled material was wrapped around your wrists, elbows, shoulders, was framing your chest beautifully, whenever Buddy wanted to get out the ropes it only made sense hooking up in his room, he had some rings that were secured to the bed frame and headboard that made whatever he had in mind infinitely easier. Whenever he wanted to tie you up, it was a true treat, he would take his time, linger and focus on different parts, would trail the ends of the ropes on your skin, would take time to touch and kiss, let you feel the sensation of the ropes pulling as he arranges them to his liking, it was very indulgent and lord knows you need the spoiling at the moment.

You feel him kiss the back of your neck before saying, “Yeah, don’t worry, gonna make it stop hurting.”

His hands trailed down your arms, gently toying with the expanses of skin that weren’t wrapped by the ropes, you wanted to lean more into both of them. Instead, you tease breathlessly, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“What’s that mean?” Buddy asked, you can hear the smile on his face as well as the indignation as he continues to tie you up.

“It means that you always gotta get just a little too rough no matter what.” Sam says as he curls his fingers up into that spot that makes you want to sob.

“Fuck you! No I don’t!” Buddy argues with a laugh and Sam taunts your shared partner, “I think doth protest too much.”

“And I think you’re an asshole.” Buddy mumbles and you laugh so hard it causes you to clench around Sam’s fingers which makes him move with more purpose, finger fucking you harder, making you moan louder. Your head tips back and rests on Buddy’s shoulder, you look up at him, eyes pleading, panting as you reassure him, “Buddy, s’ fine really-”

His gaze is questioning, a rise of his eyebrows, and you continue, “-I mean it, for you? I can take a bit of hurt.”

The last knot is tied, and his lips are on yours, you can feel the depth of the emotion in it, soft, sweet, but with an undercurrent of undeniable heat that threatens to burn you from the inside out. His fingers run carefully, until you moan into the kiss from how well Sam’s fingers are working you, and that sets everything in motion.

You are on your back, legs spread, hands over your head, ropes secured to the sturdy ring on the headboard, your mouth is open as you pant out, “Oh fuck-”

Sam has his fingers rocking in and out, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit, as Buddy is on his side next to you, biting a fresh hickey into your throat. You feel yourself melting into the mattress, you inhale harshly, sucking your teeth as Buddy places another hickey lower, working on the current tableau of flowering bruises. His hands cup your breasts, he licks over the newest mark in apology as his thumbs pass over your nipples, you shudder, helpless as you approach the edge. It's apparent they are paying too much attention, they can tell you are getting close, Sam slows considerably, and you whine, “You promised you'd make it betterrr-”

Buddy shushes you, pulling gently on your hard nipples, “We will, patience.”

Sam agreed, “Yeah, listen to him, just relax.”

You try to take heed, attempt to relax, but Buddy's mouth is lowering, lathing his attention on your chest while Sam slows to an eventual stop before picking it up again.

So Buddy and Sam have known each other long enough they can have some pretty stellar non-verbal communication, able to pass a couple of looks back and forth and be on the same page, this is one of those times.

They hear this near hiccuping hitch to your breath and know they've teased you enough, a meeting of their gaze that you don't catch, an imperceptible nod, and they quicken their pace, making you speed along, rising, up until you are smashed against and then over the edge of orgasm. The first achieved with Sam being two fingers deep and with his thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit and Buddy sucking at your chest, it overtakes you fast, swept through your core and radiating outwards, made you cry out, and it's drawn out until you whimper and then, they shift.

You are catching your breath as Sam pulls his fingers out and Buddy pats him on the shoulder, “Tagging in.”

“Go for it.” Sam laughed, he watched amused as Buddy settled between your tied open legs, the brunette whistled as he spread your lips with two fingers, you wince from oversensitivity so soon post climax as he says, “You did a good job, she's soaked.”

“I'm good with my hands, but you know that already.” Sam laid beside you, content to caress your body, as he watched Buddy set to work. He keeps you spread, blows a cool stream of air on your clit, and you shiver. Buddy grins as he croons out, “So sensitive.”

Of course, you were, you came less than two minutes ago, he leans in, and his tongue runs right up your dripping centre, from hole to clit.

Your back arches the smallest amount the ropes allow, you moan appreciatively as he settles into a steady rhythm, “Fuck!”

“He doing a good job?” Sam asked as his fingers followed the twists and winds of the ropes, enjoying the softness of your skin, the developing slickness coating the surface, the sweat soaking into the ropes.

Buddy eats you messily, sloppy, but in the sense of the wetness he adds to the equation, his tongue is soft in texture, and very precise in its movement. It goes like this, he dips in your hole, drags up, a sort of zigzag through your flushed lips before being high enough to circle around the borders of your clit before flicking up and over, he presses tighter and drags his tongue in a flat straight line over the centre of you until he's back at your entrance and the process starts again.

Christ, you are dying, it feels phenomenal. You pant his name at points, moan at others, gasp Sam's when he can't hold back and kisses you, his tongue parting your lips, a shared filthy moan into each other's mouths as Buddy doesn't let up eating you out for a second. Between the pair, you know you won't last long.

Buddy keeps time so well it is as if he's following a metronome, the more musical side coming through in one of its unexpected ways. Sam breaks the kiss and looks down the length of your body, you do the same and your hole clenches, you feel a rush of arousal, eyes closed, focused, curls falling in that endearing way that you can't get enough of, the image so hot you are brought close.

Sam leans in and tells you, “C'mon let go, he's earned it sweetheart, and he's so fucking hungry for it.”

Buddy hums, brows creased, and you notice, his hips grinding down against the mattress and that is what does it, he is so fucking unbelievably turned on by the act of eating you out he is doing anything he can for even the smallest amount of stimulation. You feel it building, rising as his tongue does and when he passes directly over it, you clench, your clit throbs, and you cum with a moan of his name. You are left breathless from it by the long time it has taken to pass, which seems to stretch longer than normal. His mouth slows as you twitch, aftershock wracking your body until he lifts, mouth coated with your wetness, so ample it catches the light.

“Sam, you want to fetch some fun things from our little treasure trove?” Buddy asks, and Sam responds, “Definitely.”

Apparently next up is toys. He gets up as you are left immobile on the bed with Buddy who is taking off his shirt, you watch as he is stripping off his clothing, happy you are no longer going to be the only nude one in this equation. His belt is open, and you wish your hands were free, you'd hook a finger in one of his belt loops and tug him close, kiss him, taste the tang of you that clings to his mouth, as it stands you simply have to watch as he is removing his jeans.

Sam is back now, he sets a few items on the bed, you mean to look, but he is tilting Buddy's head up, kissing him and fussing with his own belt. When he pulls back, he licks his lips, “God, she tastes good.”

“I knew it! You only kissed me to get a taste of her, and you call me an asshole-” Sam rolls his eyes and pushes Buddy over, telling him in that tone that is a cross between fond and mock annoyance, “Shut up, I can kiss you for multiple reasons.”

“So you say.” Buddy is just in his underwear now as he rolls onto his stomach, you tell them, “Play nice boys.”

They both nod in acknowledgement, deciding to drop it, and Buddy asks, “You want the next one?”

“For sure.” Sam has shed his shirt and pants, back on the bed, he picks up an item, a flash of pretty light blue, and you know it as the powerful multi setting wand toy they bought you for your birthday. He clicks it on, the toy thrums to life in his hand, and he kneels between your legs, one hand rests on your knee, the other comes down, and he presses the rumbling head to your cunt causing you to tense. “Ahhh, uhm, okay, soooo ho-how many more were you planning on?”

Buddy and Sam share a considering look, the former piping up with, “Well, it's been two so far-”

“I don't think we have a set number in mind, right?” Sam asks and his partner in crime confirms, “No, I think we'll just go until we're satisfied.”

That is so telling, not until YOU are satisfied, but until THEY are. You are in for quite a night, but you did ask for it, you think by the end of the night you won't be able to think at all.

While the pair verbally pat each other on the back over their plan, you don't hear them, drowning it out with a moan as Sam turns up the wand, the pleasure swells in a way that steals your breath.

Buddy gets comfortable, tugging his black underwear down, thick cock now free, he sits back and enjoys the show with a hand around his dick. Sam rubs the wand back and forth, small circles focused on your clit, and you let out a shuddering moan of his name. Sam muses, “My God, she sounds good.”

Buddy agrees, tightening his grip on himself, thumb passing over the leaking tip, a swipe that spreads the pre-cum, and he agrees, “Who needs porn with her around?”

By the time Sam has wrenched the third orgasm from, you we're starting to feel tired, but they don't relent. Buddy comes towards you, dick still out, flushed and leaking. Sam doesn't want his own hand, he comes up by your head after losing his underwear, a hand tangled in your hair he fucks into your drooling mouth as Buddy takes over toy duty, he has the wand now. He uses the device to torture you, high powerful patterns that buzz in quick succession then pause, leaving seconds of nothing before firing back up, your growing sore body finds no rest, unable to really relax. The momen that some of the tension unwinds, your body goes slack, the vibrations restart their vicious cycle, and you clench, tightening right back up.

Sam buried deeper in your mouth, you gag, shoulders shudder, and he moans, “You are so close to taking all of it, just, a little more-” He gives a final push and the head of his dick pops deeper into your throat until he is officially in you to the root.

You groan against him, more drool slips out the corner of your mouth, your eyes flutter closed, you are feeling sore, but they don't stop. Sam is mumbling apologies as he fucks your mouth, muttering about how good it feels, but he can't just stop as he makes you choke. The lack of air goes to your head along with the unrelenting buzz between your legs, and you feel as if you are picked up and thrown head first over the edge, the forced orgasm stealing your strength, making you boneless.

The toy is turned off and lifts, Buddy sighs, “I love this thing, it's like a cheat code, guys who are against toys are idiots.”

“Agreed.” Sam pants out, allowing himself one more thrust before he pulls his saliva soaked, twitching cock out.

“Time to fuck her?” Buddy asks, and Sam says, “Yes, please.”

You don't fight it, why would you?

That is how you find yourself turned over and on top of Sam. Your hands are still tied, body helpless, his hands on your hips, his feet planted on the bed to help as he fucks up into your pliant body. That first thrust makes him sigh your name and hold deep, you revel in the moment of connection and feeling, but not for long because soon Sam is fucking you. Next Buddy is behind you, one hand is on your ass, helping spread your cheeks, his hand locked around himself, masturbating, but his mouth is much busier, his tongue rimming your asshole.

Sam is usually very good at lasting during sex, the reason why obvious, he is a service top before all else, he loves to assure your satisfaction long before his own, you have to work hard to get him to cum before you. Tonight though, as of right now, you are four orgasms deep, your cunt is dripping and swollen, your walls feel indescribably good as they hug him, plush and juicy, utterly addicting, as soon as he starts to pull out he wants to fuck back in immediately, so he does.

Your pussy ripples, tugging and milking Sam's shaft from how well Buddy was eating your ass, it has him moaning nearly as much as you were. He pounds into you, and between the steady rhythm and Buddy's eager mouth you find yourself cumming quick with very little effort, the act of your peak is the thing that makes Sam tip over, unable to resist how incredible you feel in the heights of ecstasy, he cums into you, with stuttering hips.

As you lay on top of Sam, panting, him still inside for the time being, you feel Buddy get up. You don't do anything, just close your eyes and wonder if the end of this extended session is coming to an end, you get your answer soon.

A click, a squish, the sound of wet movement, and then you feel something pressed against the tight ring of muscle that is your asshole. Buddy eases it in, you are pretty loose and open from his mouth so you accept it without complaint as it comes into you gently, and you recognize it as your favourite butt plug. Once it's settled in, Buddy says, “Wescott, pull out already, it's my turn.”

Sam sighs as he complies, “Yeah, yeah, impatient.”

He removes himself, his cum just beginning to spill forth, Buddy's hands lock onto your hips, and he pulls you back and onto his hard dick. Being so suddenly filled, you cry out, the pleasure is immense. Your head is lying on Sam's stomach, you moan and your exhausted body clenches down on both the shaft and plug lodged in your holes.

He curses loudly, holding deep, he groans, “Fuck, Sam made such a fucking mess of you.” He slowly starts to move, hips pull back and then drive forward, the sound is soaked and obscene, your cunt is extremely oversensitive, you want to sob, he fucks harder into you, pace quickening like he can't help it, overcome by how good you feel.

“Buddy-” Your tone tells him how intense this must be feeling and his hand locks onto your throat, he holds you closer as he fucks into you, “Shhh, M’ sorry, I know, I won’t, fuck, won’t be long.”

You whine, and he groans as your tired cunt somehow still clenches tightly around him, you are panting, “You are doing soooo fucking good, oh my God. I-I know I keep getting off on hurt-ing you but fuck I can’t help myself some-times-”

Poor Buddy is totally misreading you, it doesn’t hurt, against all odds, it feels fantastic, the best it has all night. You love how used you feel, how owned you are, but cared for. This is what you needed, to forget the hurt, to be swallowed up in absolute pleasure and completely give yourself over to it, to cum your brains out and get your messy cum filled cunt sloppily pounded.

They do so much for you so you have to give in return, you take a deep breath, you call out, correct Buddy as you moan out, somehow coherent, “Fuck, you’re wrong! It feels ahhh-mazing, don’t stop yet! Please!”

You should be all orgasmed out, but anal play has a funny way of acting as a reset button, the plug in your ass makes you not only tighter but stimulates you so well, it has you rocketing to the edge along with him. He is fucking you just the way you need, his body so close to yours, his hand on your throat and your name on his tongue, and release finds you again shortly and that time you do cry. On the beginnings of your come down is when he cums himself and fills you to the point of leaking around his shaft before he has even pulled out. You made Buddy cum so hard he shook with it, head tipped forward, resting on your shoulder, a groan that would live in your mind and be your masturbation fuel for the next forever, probably.

With the sound of how your bodies met and how he finished is still ringing in your ears, the process of untying you and getting you laying in a comfortable position is the priority.

You could pass out right now, could easily fall asleep and stay that way for a fucking year, but you know you can’t yet, the sheets probably should be changed, you need the plug out, the toys need to be put away, not to mention all the sweat and cum all over you-

None of that happens.

Once you are on your back, ropes being untied by Buddy, Sam is between your legs, them over his shoulders as he eats up the absolute mess of the combined sloppy seconds.

Apparently tonight isn’t over yet, because Buddy is making a move for the toybox once all the ropes are released enough to let you move your arms and legs unobstructed, and you think that is only because you are way too fucked out to move on your own right now.

Maybe if you find your voice again you can ask to stop, perhaps you’d wait till Sam finished cleaning up the mess between your thighs. You had to be sure to thank them for all of this later during the aftercare, or maybe over breakfast, you still aren’t convinced you won’t pass out once they stop touching you for more than five minutes.

#TWO FICS IN ONE WEEK?#I KNOW #CRAZY #BHF writing #Happy fucking holidays #BHF asks #Poly!Camping boys x reader #Sam Wescott x reader #Buddy Swanson x reader #slasher x reader

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bisexual-horror-fan · 11 months ago

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Tentatively Tending To Trauma. Poly!Camping Boys X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Chapter Two. "Fixing It Up."

Hello! So! I know, over a year since I posted the first chapter of this, been working chapter two on and off ever since, hopefully I can get back into a better schedule with this, but I make no promises with how my life has been lately. Regardless, I hope everyone is as excited as I am! I missed Buddy and Sam, and this fic is important to me and deserves some attention. I promise it won't be another year before chapter three, at least! Series Masterlist Here.

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Rating. SFW, for now. Length. 5.7K. Eventual Sam Wescott/Buddy Swanson X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Movie Spoilers. Set After Stage Fright AND You Might Be The Killer. Still Very Light So Far. Mild Alcohol Consumption. Building Of Friendships.

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Your first night sleeping at camp went surprisingly well, a lot of the time you had trouble sleeping in new places, but you think the drive and overall excitement wore you out so much that you became practically comatose once your head hit the pillow. You wake up in the cabin alone, you take some time to lay in bed, enjoying the time to yourself. When the kids get here, sleeping in will be difficult if not impossible, even on some days off, so you decide to soak it up now. You make yourself get up eventually and start getting dressed. T-shirt and shorts today, you would be working outside basically all day, it was going to be hot, hair out of the way, socks on, sneakers, hat and sunscreen smeared, you head out.

It isn’t too bad yet. It’s still early, the sun isn’t high in the sky, the fresh air is nice, there is dew on the grass, and you are ready to face today’s tasks head on. You go to the mess hall and find the serving trays full but the line itself is empty, you must be one of the first people up. You don’t wait around, you serve yourself, eat eggs and bacon and toast quickly, down coffee and juice and with a water bottle filled with ample ice you make your way back out, intent on getting serious work in.

Wanting to get to right to it once at the boathouse and pull the key out of your shorts pocket, and you open the door, you look over everything and start to break down what you need to do and then get to work. First up is cleaning out the boathouse. It’s a little dusty, a little cobwebbed, some garbage about and while working on cleaning you notice there is a loose floorboard. You find a tool box and nails, and you really get into it. Some of the shelving is screwed up, you take to fixing that up too, and when doing that you also rearrange the boathouse to your liking. You figure you might as well since this is going to be your work station for the next three months. The floors had been swept, the window cleaned letting in some of that wonderful summer sunshine, the garbage all bagged up, you press on.

Throughout all this you assess the boats and decide they need some sooner rather than later maintenance, while working on the boathouse you found some still sealed cans of paint, after checking out the colours you made the call that after fixing them up you could even paint them. You make this the new priority, the paint was appropriate for the job, must have been bought for the last time the canoes were painted, but after they are cleaned up they will need a while to cure up properly. Even when the kids arrive you will have some time, all the kids who are going to use the canoes have to pass a swim test as well as being informed of the general safety prior to getting in one. If you are lucky, the first canoe rides will happen before the end of the first week of them being there.

After some asking around to the other counsellors you find out there is a belt sander available, which is perfect because hand sanding this many canoes would be very time-consuming, this is going to speed up the process exponentially. The one thing that eventually pulls you out of the work is realising how hungry you are, not even sure of what time it is, but the sun is much higher, the temperature way hotter. You make the call to go to the mess hall, see if it is lunchtime. When you arrive, the place is empty. You worked through lunch and missed it, judging by the clock on the wall you’d been almost an hour past the allotted window.

Fuck.

What are you going to do? You did bring some snacks and maybe retreating to your cabin to get something to tide you over was the move, you were thinking it over when the doors leading back to the kitchen opened and your eyes were drawn to the sound. Upon seeing Buddy up front, apron on and busing tub in his hands, you gain hope back for a second. He smiles and calls out, “Oh, there you are.”

You begin to make your way up to the serving line where he is, “Hey Buddy. Hate to be a bother, is there any lunch left?”

He tells you in a light tone with a raise of his eyebrows, “You’re a little late.”

“I know, I know, I got really caught up working, but still, do you have anything?” You asked, and he said, “Of course I do.”

“Wait really?” You asked, and he said, “All the food passes through my hands personally when serving, so when I didn’t see you I knew I should put something aside.”

He gives you a single finger raise, the busing tray is set down, and he comes forward, reaches under the serving line, roots around a bit before pulling out a bag. He gestures for you to come closer, and you come up, he holds the bag out, and you take it. Opening the brown paper to find a wrapped sandwich, a fruit cup, cookies, veggie sticks, cheese and crackers, “Wow, quite a spread.”

“Hey, I know you’re working hard, gotta be well-fed.” You appreciated it, the look in his eyes conveyed that he believed it and that it meant more than just the job he was hired and brought here to do.

“Thanks, it’s really nice of you.” He shrugs and brushes you off, saying it’s no big deal, he also tells you that he intends to stick to this, will always make sure something is put aside and even if you are late at times he encourages you to check the fridge in the back.

You end up sitting at the table and eating the food he made, an easy conversation is struck as he is cleaning up the mess hall around you, since it was just the counsellors so far it was relatively easy, but he wants to keep in the habit of keeping it all cleaned up.

“So, how goes the set-up?” You asked him, and he said, “Oh great, kitchen just needed a good deep clean, I’m basically all done, I just want to reorganize the fridge.”

“I totally get what you mean, I did the same thing with the boathouse.” You tell him and he asked, “Already? You work quick.”

“Well it’s mostly done, right now I’m working on fixing up the canoes.”

“They need much work?” He asks, and you tell him confidently, “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“How foolish of me to doubt your immense talents.” He said easily as he loads another tray into the bin. “Very foolish indeed. I’m glad to hear the work is going well, but what about the assignment I gave you?”

A brow quirks up at that as he questions, “Assignment?”

“Yes, to help you not be an anti-social loner this summer?” The recognition hits, and he says, “Oh, that.”

“Yes. That. Have you made any friends yet?” He has finished picking up the trays and was going to start to walk to the back, and he says, “No, not quite yet-”

“Buddy.” You say his name and that makes him stop. A shared look, and he says your name in kind, and you push, “You promised.”

“I’m going to try, seriously, just been busy so far and also ease up we’ve been here like a day.” You take a bite of your sandwich and squint at him, an unconvinced hum, and he groans, eyes rolling back as he tells you, “I mean it, I’ll try okay?”

You finish chewing, swallow and tell him,“That’s better. You deserve a fun summer, and I am not always gonna be able to be around to make sure that happens.”

“You made the sale, now stop selling.” He says it lightly, and you thank him for listening to you.

He brings the trays to the back and comes back out, he is wiping down tables as you talk, the conversation is good, there is a levity to it that makes you smile, the back and forth you’d already started to develop brings a smile to your face. You are sure he is going to make friends and have a good summer.

Soon enough the food is done, you are giving him another thank you and getting up to head out the door, he calls out, “Once those canoes are ready, you’re still gonna take me for a ride right?”

You turn and call back, “You’ll be the first one I take out on the water, alright?”

A smile is thrown your way along with the call of, “Alright!”

Back out in the sun and back to work you go. The time flies by while you are hard at work under the slowly sinking sun. You know another few hours have gone by when Sam comes by and tells you as such. He comes up with a friendly wave and an apology about how long he has taken to get over to you, you tell him that it’s, “-no trouble, I’ve been busy.”

“So I can see.” he says with a look to the tools and things spread around in the grass. He has a small cooler with him, he opens it and pulls out a water bottle, he holds it out and says, “Take a break?”

You do just that.

You and he sit on the grass, and you ask him how his day has been, “Busy, been getting pulled in every which direction, but I’m managing.”

“Almost like that’s the head counsellor’s job or something.” You tease and he laughs. He has a good laugh, you wish you could hear it more, a kind of laugh that makes you want to laugh too, infectious. You hope after camp is going, and you are all more settled into it, that he would feel more comfortable and relax some more.

“How’d you get into doing this?” He asks, and you tell him, “My favourite activities at camp were the water based ones, swimming and of course canoeing, I loved it a ton. I got to a point of being an unofficial helper at my old camp with all that stuff.”

“Wow, impressive.” He sounds genuine, and you toss him a sideways smile before you take another healthy drink from the water bottle he gave you, it feels so good and needed in the beating down heat of the summer day.

The conversation meanders until you ask him, “So what about this camp, what’s the history of it?”

He opens his mouth to start to tell you when there is a shout of, “Sam?!” You both look to see another one of your fellow counsellors coming towards you both, seeking help, and Sam sighs. He gets up and tells you, “I’ll fill you in on that soon, okay?”

“You better stop running out on me soon, Sammy, or I’ll get the impression you don’t like me.” You call as you watch him go, with another laugh and a promise he’ll improve.

After some more work and a quick shower, you have dinner with the other counsellors, and you are determined today to stay up for the fire. You feel bad about being so tired and bailing, bonding with your fellow staff before camp starts up is important to you, foraging new friendships and relationships is important to you too. Dinner was good, better than yesterday even, and when you were going to return your tray and a few others upfront, you didn’t want to make Buddy have to run around cleaning them all up. You managed to catch him, offering up the trays, he smiled and took them gratefully.

“Hey Buddy, thanks for dinner, it was fucking great.” You praise, and he said with a half-smile, “Thank you, glad you liked it.”

“Just giving credit where it’s due. You coming to the bonfire tonight?” You ask, and he says, “I am and actually about that, it’s s’more night tonight and I could use a hand, mind helping me out?”

You’d be happy to.

Following along, you thought about how you hadn’t been inside the kitchen before tonight, the place looked good considering the fact it was post dinner, but again he just had to worry about feeding the counsellors, you are sure it might be a different story when all the kids are here. He was running the trays through the dishwasher and had gotten a box out while the machinery hummed behind him, he was loading it up with what was needed, graham crackers, marshmallows, chocolate and the rest as you watched him.

“So is this what you always wanted to do?” The question filled the space, even though it didn’t need to be filled. Buddy looked up at you and said, “What?”

“Cooking. Being a cook, is this what you always wanted to do?” You asked and one of his shoulders picked up, a half shrug as he said jokingly, “I think the term you are looking for is chef-”

He gave you a look-out from under his curls and the playfulness found in his blue eyes as well as his soft looking pink lips curled into a smile had quite the effect on you. What he said next was not as humorous, but it was warm, more honest, ”-and kind of. Always wanted to open a restaurant.”

You feel there is more he isn’t saying, but you two are very new to knowing each other, maybe he will tell you more about it another time. Instead of really pushing, you just give a simple, “Really?”

He smiles wider, you see a flash of his teeth, “I mean, everyone needs their raison d’etre, right?” You laugh, “Oh man, busting out the French, hm?”

“I’m Canadian.” He said with a fond roll of his eyes as he picked up the box, adding on, “I’m allowed. Now come on, let’s get down there.”

You and Buddy make your way to where the bonfire is meant to be that night. Starting the fire was easy enough, and soon other people were joining. You and he make s’mores together, toast marshmallows, break apart chocolate squares and assemble the confections together, pile up a plate with the sticky sweet delights you crafted, partially wrapped in tinfoil, both have a drink each during the process. After that, you are walking around with your bounty to share with everyone. Before you know it, you are with Sam again, he is standing alone and looking stressed, you ask him, “You want a s’more?”

He looks over at you and gives you a nervous smile, mumbling, “Thanks.” He takes the s’more but doesn’t take a bite. You quirk a brow at that and ask, “You wanna share with the class or?”

Sam’s eyes move towards you, and he exhales a simple, “What?”

“I can tell something if bugging you, so open your mouth to tell me all about it or to shove that damn s’more into it.” You tell him with a smile before taking a sip from the cool can you have in one hand, the other occupied holding the plate of s’mores.

You see the ghost of a smile pass his lips, head tipping forward a little, before he starts to tell you, “I’m just worried about getting everything ready in time for the camp’s opening. Worried about making this a good summer for the counsellors and kids alike too, honestly.”

You can’t help the laugh that spills out, you have to grip the plate harder for fear it might slip from your grasp. You laugh so hard it takes a moment for your shoulders to stop shaking, and you inhale hard as you catch your breath, Sam asks for the second time tonight, “What?”

“Sorry, sorry! I just-” You giggle before saying, “Sam, that’s fucking ridiculous.”

“Oh gee thanks.” he scoffed, and you jump to say, “No, no, I just mean, I’ve been seeing how hard everyone has been working, the camp will for sure be ready and as for having fun? I mean, come on, I saw the draft of the activities, everyone is going to have a killer time!”

You set the can down on the picnic table you had both been standing next to, you reach out and set your hand on his shoulder, you give a reassuring squeeze and a smile that radiated as much warmth as the camp fire burning a few feet away. The smile seemed to infect him as well, you could feel his shoulder relax under your touch. He asked, “You mean that?”

And you confirmed sincerely, “Course I do! Now loosen up, eat your s’more, have a beer, kids won’t be here for a good long while, get your relaxing in now! It’s not like we can keep working on what needs to get done in the dark anyway, right?”

He exhaled, amused and nodded, “You are very right, and uhm, thank you. I really feel better getting that out, I think I needed to hear that.”

“Anytime, and I mean that, now I am not leaving your side until you get a drink in, you wouldn’t let me drink alone, would you?” A slight pout and he says, “Well, I am supposed to be setting an example to the other counsellors-” He reaches into the nearby cooler and takes out a beer.

You and he drink together, people come by for s’mores and the night wares on. You have a good time, and eventually you and Sam drift apart, and you talk to your other counsellors, and Sam does the same. At one point you look over at him and see him talking animatedly and excitedly, at least three drinks deep, face a little flushed and laughing to some joke, it makes you happy to see.

You go to bed that night much later and wake up the next day much later as a result. You get ready and make your way to the mess hall for a late breakfast, when you are in line getting served Buddy teases you, “Sleep alright?”

A small laugh, “M’ fine, I hydrated before bed, no hangover for me.”

“Smart cookie.” He praises as he heaps scrambled eggs next to your silver dollar pancakes, and you grin, “That’s me.”

The breakfast is great, you eat the food, get some orange juice and coffee in you and fill up your reusable water bottle with ice and water before heading out to get back to work.

Falling back into the rhythm of it is easy, you work hard, work so hard in fact you work right through lunch, again, you shouldn’t make that a habit, but you are finally caught up on everything. You are starving but happy, you make your way to find the head counsellor before going to get some food, too excited and desperate to tell him you are all caught up, you find him after a while, calling out , “Sammy!”

You approach him with a wave, and he looks up from his task, chopping wood, a smile of his own, he waves in return as you walk up to him. “Hey! Missed you at lunch, was going to swing by soon to check on you.”

“Sorry, was busy working, but I had to come tell you, I finished my tasks, so if you need my hands anywhere else I can pick up some slack.”

Sam’s brows lift, and he seems genuinely surprised, he sets the axe down, leaning on it, your eyes linger just a bit, he is missing the flannel, and you can’t help but notice how nice his arms look in his camp branded t-shirt. “Wow! You work quick!”

“Thanks!” You say with a big smile, feeling genuinely happy to hear the praise, Sam tells you, “I appreciate the hustle, seriously, but you worked so hard, you can totally take the rest of the day off. If you want you can help with some of the final clean up in the last few areas tomorrow.”

“Awesome! Totally would be happy to help out, I’ll see you at dinner.” You say, and he stops you, “Just one second. I have a question.”

“Shoot.” You prompt him, and he says, “How did you get the rest of your work done so quick?”

“C’mon, man, I worked through lunch.” You say with a smile before tacking on, “And I’m just that good.”

“Well, you didn’t eat then?” You shake your head and Sam tuts, he leans the axe against the pile of good as he tells you, “That’s no good, dinner is hours off yet, follow me.”

That is the first time you find yourself in Sam Wescott’s office. It’s nice, homey, the windows let in a lot of natural light, his desk is organized. There is a shelf with pictures from summer's previous, you recognize locations from around the camp, Sam was a cute kid. He offers up half of his own sandwich from lunch and a small bag of chips. You grin and take them gratefully, “Oh, thank you so much!”

“Least I can do, you can’t go hungry.” He said easily enough with a nod. “Now go enjoy the rest of your day.”

You turn on your heel with another thank you, and you hear him say after you, “Thank God you joined up this summer.”

The feeling was mutual. You ponder how well fed you were between Buddy and Sam as you munched on turkey on wheat on the way back to your cabin. You caught a power nap and a chapter of your book before dinner.

After another great meal, where you made sure to thank Buddy profusely for the dinner he teased you, “Seriously, I missed you at lunch again, you gotta stop working so hard, you’ll burn out, and we aren’t even a week in!” You told him you appreciated his concern, but that you’d be fine. After dinner, you had nothing going on, tonight there was no set activity, seemed everyone had been working themselves very hard, it was a free night, do whatever. You go to your cabin again, gather your things, and go have your first proper shower since arriving. You really scrub yourself down, much more involved than the quick rinse the other day, the rest of the night is spent relaxing and reading one of the many books you brought along.

You pass out and wake up mid-morning to the sound of knocking on your cabin door. Stumbling out of bed, you make your way to the door and pull it open to find Sam standing outside. “Hey! Oh, my God, I am so sorry, did I wake you up?”

A glance down at yourself still in your tank top and sleep short shorts, you shrug, “Yeah, but no worries, what’s up?”

He nodded and said, “I was just wondering if you could show me around the boat house after breakfast? And then I can show you where else we might need your help?”

“Oh yeah, sounds great!” You tell him with a nod, you try to smile but end up yawning, you cover your mouth slightly embarrassed, and Sam says, “Great, see you post breakfast.”

You wave, “See you then.” You close the door and since you are awake you set to getting dressed and ready. You head out over Buddy serving you French toast and bacon, he greets you with a surprising amount of cheer for it being so early, you suppose you are making an impression.

“What are you doing today?” He inquires, and you ask, “Why do you wanna know?”

“I’m done with my work, wondering if I could get that canoe ride?” He asks, and you tell him, “Sam has to check over my work and I said I would help out some other people, but I can totally make a bit of time for that today.”

“Yeah?” He asked, and you told him, “Absolutely! I’m excited about it, dying to get out on the water already, it’s been too long.”

“Amazing, maybe after lunch?” He asked, and you said genuinely, “I’ll do my best.”

Post breakfast you grab Sam and steer him in the direction of the boat house, you show him everything, walk around pointing out all you did and Sam is very impressed, “You REPAINTED the boats?!”

His mouth was hanging open, he reminds you a bit of a fish, and you laugh, “Well most of them, this one was in surprisingly good shape!” You say, patting the side of it. “They look like new, right? I even redid the camp Clear Vista on the sides.”

“I am speechless.” He had his hands on his hips, shaking his head in disbelief, and you felt very, very proud of yourself, “Where else do you need me?”

“Oh yes! About that-” He clapped his hands together and said, “-I asked around and turns out everyone is all caught up, so everyone gets a free day!”

That IS very good fucking news. You have the whole day to do whatever you want! You ask Sam, “What are you going to do?”

“I am going to finish up some last minute paperwork, look over everyone else's work-” The way he shares his admission is slightly shy, he rushes to tell you next, “-but I will be able to join for the fire tonight!”

Stifling a laugh, telling him, “Sam, you work too hard, you better have some real fun tonight.” You sigh after, and he promises, “I will.”

Satisfied, you wish him well on the remainder of his work, and you make your way back to the mess hall. You head right back to the kitchen, and you push open the door calling out, “Oh Buddy?”

The fridge closes, and you see his curly haired head pop into view, “Surprised to see you here already.”

“I’ve got good news! Sam told me everyone is all caught up, everyone has a free day, so I am ready whenever you are.” You tell him, and he says, “That is very good news! I’ve got some of my own too, today is grab and go for lunch.”

He gestures to the trays on the table, “I am gonna put em out there and people can get whatever they want, I did it, so everyone could grab whatever to finish their work, but now I guess they can grab it and go wherever they want.”

This is wonderful all around. You help Buddy put everything out for anyone to grab before he tells you, “Let me just finish the cleanup, I’ll meet you at the boathouse in a half hour?”

You nod and go off to get some things ready. You love even this, getting everything together to go out on the water, the half hour passes easily and Buddy joins you, he lets you take the lead, and you help him get in the boat, and you are pushing off. Buddy’s curls are hidden from view, wearing a bucket hat, he is wearing some of the sunscreen you brought, he had packed some of the lunch stuff for you guys to enjoy. The conversation flows like the water the boat is in, you talk easily but also share comfortable and companionable silences. You talk a bit about technique, how to maintain balance, steering, and Buddy listens to every word.

He breaks one of the bouts of silences by saying, “You really know your shit.”

A light laugh, the running water and rustling of the trees clear in the backdrop, “I’d hope so after all this time. Can’t tell you how many hours I have spent under the sun and in a boat.”

While you guys are paused, simply floating, eating lunch, he says, “I think I get it.”

You hum questioningly and Buddy says, “Why you like it. S’ real calming.”

Brightening considerably, you tell him, “Yeah it is! Very calming, I love how still and quiet everything can be out here. Gives me a chance to reflect.”

“Could use some of that from time to time?” He asked, and you nodded, taking another bite of your sandwich, “Yup, you?”

He sighed before parroting you, “Yup.”

“Canada that stressful?” You ask, and he laughs, a small startled sound, “No, no, the country is not.”

“How would I know? I’ve never been. Could be a lawless wasteland for all I know.”

“It isn’t that different from America, you know.” He teases, and you say, “Then why’d you leave?”

He shakes his head, “Oh you know, just…Wanted a change of scenery. I’m young, why not get outta the country, see some of the world?”

Fair enough. Can’t fault him for that.

The rest of lunch is nice, you get him back to the shore, and you say, “We should do this again sometime.”

“I would love that, make it a regular thing.” He took off his life jacket and passed it over and told you, “I have to go get a start on dinner, thanks again for the ride.”

“Anytime.” You wave, and he returns it, you watch him go before cleaning up, getting the canoe out of the water and back in place. Back at your cabin, you do some more reading for a while until you feel a little restless.

You want to enjoy the nice weather, take advantage of it, back outside you go and during your walk you come across Sam, finally done with his work. He seems more at peace just from the relaxed expression on his face. You end up sitting on this hill together, you can see most of the camp, the sun is starting to set, dinner will be soon.

Sam says, “This is my favorite place at camp.”

You glance over at him, the orange light playing off his features, the shadows that fall and your eyes follow his lips as they move, “It’s nice up here, the view is great, just the air feels better out here you know? Fills up my lungs in a way that they don’t get filled up anywhere else.”

You let him talk, and he continues, “I am so excited, this place means the world to me, and I am dying to make this even better than it used to be when I was a kid, you know?”

Meeting your eyes, he says, “Thank you for all your help, not to be a total sap, but I’m really grateful.”

It has only been three days, but you already feel closer to Sam, you have a really good feeling about your blossoming friendship.

“I don’t think you are a sap, I can tell this is really important to you. I’m happy to help make it happen.” You said, you stretch before leaning back on your hands, the grass feels cool, you look up at the colourful sky and say, “I want the same things you do, you know. I want to make this the kind of summer I remember having as a kid, and hey, maybe it is a little selfish, but I kinda wanna try and recapture some of that for myself.”

He was a little vulnerable with you, no shame in being a tad vulnerable back.

“I hope you can.” Sam sounded so sincere, it was utterly endearing.

Dinner was a bigger deal tonight, Buddy and Jason poured a ton of effort into it, and there were many thanks all around. You talked excitedly with your fellow counsellors about the busy day ahead tomorrow with the first batch of kids arriving. After dessert, a make your own sundae bar, you had seconds, everyone headed back out to the fire pit.

Alex, one of the other counsellors was going to be song leader, he came out with his guitar, he plays songs and everyone sings along, Buddy is less than impressed, you offer to sit with him and do so at the fringes of the group. You and he are having a drink and that is when Sam comes over.

“Not singing?” Sam asks, and you laugh, a gesture of your head to your brunette and not so musically inclined haired companion, “Buddy isn’t a fan of singing and I didn’t want him to sit alone.”

Sam seemed surprised to hear of this and said, “Nice of you to not leave him lonely.”

Buddy hums and takes a drink, a nod before saying, “Yeah she’s been great at checking in on me, we went out on the water earlier.”

“She took you out in a canoe?” Sam asked slowly, and you said confidently, happiness apparent, “First go of the season! It was so fun, Buddy had never been in a canoe before, can you believe it?”

“I cannot.” Sam laughs, “I do believe about her checking in on you, she’s been doing the same with me.”

“Oh, thanks by the way for showing me that spot on the hill, totally gorgeous, you might bump into me there on my own sometimes.” You say with a cock of your head and a raise of your brows, and Buddy not wanting to be left out, asks, “Spot on the hill?”

“Yeah, there’s this nice place that you can see almost all the camp from, Sam and I sat up there, had a good talk at sunset before dinner.”

“A conversation at sunset.” Buddy mused, can at his lips, “You’re real busy, aren’t you?” He asks with a nudge of your shoulder, and you put your hands up, “Guilty.”

You see it then, a look on Sam’s face at the easy physical contact between you and Buddy, there was something to it, you look over at Buddy and see them both looking at one another, almost considering each other. You look between the pair and the realization starts to sink in, you are starting to like them both and if the way they are looking at each other and reacting to hearing how you have been spending time one on one, they might be beginning to like you too.

Maybe this summer is going to lead to more. But how could you ever pick between them?

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Do-Over-December 16th. 69. Sam Wescott X FEM! AFAB! Reader. "Mutual Satisfaction."

Hooo boy! Time for Sammy, my sweet wonderful soft Sam Wescott. I love him, I love this, I barely touched it. This is legit one of my all-time faves, I am obsessed with it. I hope you all enjoy it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.1K (Old Length 3K) Warnings. Sweet Stuff. Light Fluff. Implied Established Relationship. Poly!Camping Boys Mention. Alcohol Mention. Praise. Making out. Dirty Talk. Grinding. Blow Job. Cunnilingus. 69ing Obvi. Swallowing. Voyeurism. Teasing. One Awful Vine Joke.

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It was a lovely date night, but it always tended to be with Sam. The pair of you had gone out to a restaurant Buddy recommended and as per usual, it was amazing. After dinner, you were both walking down the city street, leisurely taking in decorated store displays and strung up lights, casually talking, “I swear, I can’t get over how good dinner was. How does Buddy know all the best places?”

His hand reached out for yours, fingers lacing together as he responded with a small laugh, “Ah, don’t you know? It’s his secret underground network of fellow restaurant workers, they keep him in the loop.”

A laugh of your own as you swung your arms, “Is that what it is? How do we get in on that?”

His head cocked to the side slightly, brows partially pinched together as he said, “Oh I’ve been trying but unless you’re a chef you aren’t allowed in.”

You snapped your fingers on the hand that wasn’t currently holding his, glancing at him as you said jokingly, “Damn! Guess we gotta keep him around, huh?”

That got a laugh out of him again before he joked back with you, “If only for the food recommendations.”

It was all in good fun, you both loved Buddy a lot, cared for him more than you had adequate words for, enjoyed him and his company for so many reasons. You met Sam and Buddy last year working at the summer camp Sam’s family owned, you and Sam were counsellors and Buddy was the camp’s cook. You had all gotten together that summer, and it was the best one that you’d ever had, as summer came to an end you didn’t want it to stop and you three realized it didn’t have to, and so it didn’t.

Sam and Buddy were roommates, had been since after the first year they worked together, but that might change soon. You had all been talking about it and agreed looking for a new apartment with you might be in order, an exciting thought.

You and Sam had the apartment to yourselves. It was Saturday night and due to being a chef Buddy wasn’t home, he worked nights doing the dinner shift and of course the weekends were slammed, and they relied on him to be there. Soon you and Sam were back inside his and Buddy’s apartment, it was cold out earlier you were starting to take your jacket off when Sam helped you out of it, once he had taken it he was hanging it up by the door.

“Look at you, such a gentleman.” You tease.

A roll of his eyes as he took his own jacket off, you were always too playful with him. You reached out, and your hand met his arm, “I believe you promised me a drink.”

He made good on that promise as always, but that drink was a while ago. Glasses abandoned on the coffee table, both of you on the couch, you had been looking into his eyes. He was talking about something, telling some story about something that happened at work, but you were so fucking distracted looking at his mouth that you weren’t really listening. You were both sitting facing each other on the couch, knees almost touching, he was smiling and gesturing excitedly, and he was so cute that you couldn’t help it. Your hand reached out and met the back of his neck, and you were up on your knees and leaning forward as you pulled him to you, kissing him, cutting him off. He didn’t stop you, it did take him a second to return your sudden affection.

Your other hand found his shoulder, and you gripped the fabric pulling him closer still and his hands were on your waist as his tongue ran over your bottom lip and fuck that simple act made you pulse and made your breath want to catch. It went on like that, the slide of your lips on his, breathing harder, hands roaming and groping and pulling, both getting needier.

You could feel him getting harder against your thigh, and you knew you were getting so wet from just kissing him, you needed more than this, and soon, you couldn’t stop yourself. He wanted to pull you into his lap and tried to and both of your hands were on his chest and pushed back on him, a hum as you started to kiss over his jaw and neck, a soft groan leaving him as he asked softly, “Mmm no?”

A soft laugh and a shake of your head as you repeated it, moving lower, hands dragging down his chest, “Mmm no. I have something else in mind.”

You were on the floor on your knees, your mouth pressing a few kisses over him, and that had him shifting his hips as you worked on his belt. Your fingers hooked into his belt loops, and you tugged, in response he rushed to help you get his jeans down. He was pushing them down his hips as you pulled, and when he felt your hot breath and mouth on his aching cock through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, it made his hands slow as he breathed out your name. Jeans disposed of somewhere behind you, you settled between his thighs, mouth still teasing him over that last remaining layer of clothing. You were of course going to go through with it but teasing him, making him squirm just a bit was too good to pass up.

You couldn’t hold back your smile as you played for a while longer, when you felt him shift again you glanced up, his head was back, it was clear he wanted more but wasn’t about to push, and you decided to progress things further. While his head was still back your fingers found the top of his underwear and pulled them down quickly, the second his cock was exposed your tongue made contact and ran up his shaft. You kept your eyes on him the whole time to watch his reaction. He wasn’t expecting it, and the sound you pulled from him was delicious.

Your hand closed around him, and you gave him no time to adjust, tongue lathing over the head, a few passes over it before taking it into your mouth, hand moving up and down, grip firm and he moaned your name.

You closed your eyes and relaxed a little, the weight of his dick felt pleasantly heavy on your tongue and as you started to bob up and down, hand moving in tandem with your mouth, twisting slightly, getting him much wetter with your spit in the process. You adored doing this, being on your knees and using your mouth and hands to please him. It felt good, it satisfied this deep and more submissive part of you. And for the other reason too, Sam deserved so much, and you wanted to give him everything that you possibly could.

You worked him over beautifully, slick hand dragging over his hard shaft, grip tightening, tongue swirling around the head, sucking and pushing down, taking him deeper. You pulled him out, wet and velvety tip brushing over your lips and then your cheek before you licked up the side, open-mouthed kisses placed over his head and shaft as you still stroked him. You listened to his heavy breathing and the quiet groans he let out, hushed whispers of your name and of praise too, it made you throb, and your panties get damper.

He moaned your name before uttering that you, “-feel so good.”

Your tongue ran over that sensitive sweet spot where the head of his cock met his shaft, and you focused on it for a moment, the hand that wasn’t curled around him was on his inner thigh, and you could feel him tense. The strained- “Fuck!” -that action pulled from him was probably your favourite.

You enjoyed having him this way for a little longer before doing one of those moves that you knew really got to him, moving swiftly taking almost all of him in one motion, sliding him to nearly the back of your throat. His hips pressed up momentarily with a gasp, you had no time to soak up such a delicious reaction because he reacted swiftly.

It was your turn to be surprised. His hand on your head, he pushed you off of him, sliding his slick cock out of you, and you weren’t expecting it. He was so strong he did it no problem, before you could question he was leaning forward his hands gripped your biceps and pulled you up. His mouth was on yours, kissing you hard, passionately and deeply, surprisingly possessive from him, you moaned against his mouth and melted into it.

Sam’s hands slipped up, and his fingers hooked in the straps of your dress and pulled them down, you allowed him to easily, chest now exposed to him. He had pulled you onto his thigh and his hands were on your breasts, fingers teasing your nipples, he broke the kiss for a minute, mouth on your throat, talking low to you, “So fucking wet, I can feel it.”

He moved his leg under you, and your breath stuttered for a moment as the motion forced you to grind on him. You might have pushed him a tad too far tonight, normally Sam wasn’t quite so forceful, but you weren’t going to complain, how rough he was being right now as he touched you felt good.

You couldn’t help it, grinding down on his thigh as he pulled harder at your nipples, a moan crossing your lips, mumbling out, “Can’t help it.”

He bit the side of your throat lightly, and it made you whine, exposing more of your neck to him and instead of feeling him continue his assault on your throat you were pulled again. He was on his back on the couch and had pulled you into position to be over his face, your knees were on either side of his head, his hands on your outer thighs to help steady you. One of your hands was on the backrest of the couch, then you felt one of his hands sliding up your between your thighs, fingers finding the soaked crotch of your panties and pulling them out of the way. His other hand sliding up to your hip, grip practically bruising, and he pulled you down hard. His tongue ran up your whole slit, and you couldn’t hold back your moan, he moaned against you, hand squeezing your hip, “Needed to taste you. Taste so good.”

Sam was always absurdly good with his mouth. Even when there was more build up, and you knew it was coming you were never ready, it was always just right, so now, it being forced upon you so quickly with no warning it was difficult to take. Your bottom lip was tugged on with your teeth as his tongue ran over your clit and that same hand that had moved your panties aside from before was still right there, his thumb brushed through your folds, up and down.

Damn it was too good when his mouth closed around that sensitive bud, it made your hips roll forward, craving more from him. He sucked, and his thumb teased your entrance, he hummed his appreciation for your taste and the sounds you were making, and for the way your thighs had already started to tremble on either side of his head. You couldn’t help it, praise for him spilling from your mouth as he ate you out, “Sam! Fuck-Sammy yes-”

The suction was broken for a moment as his tongue made a few more passes over your straining clit and some messy open-mouthed kisses were placed on the sensitive flesh, and your breathing was ragged. You had one hand on his chest, shaking slightly, and your eyes opened back up, and you saw it. He was still so fucking hard, pre-cum leaking over his stomach, red and aroused, his cock laying there on his toned stomach and all of a sudden you needed a taste too. You didn’t communicate this need, you instead reached out, hand closing around him and his mouth stopped, his head fell back against the couch cushion with a moan as he hadn’t expected that,

“Ah shit-”

The perfect opportunity now that his mouth had paused, you leaned down and with your hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, your tongue made contact. Your mouth closed around him, and you slid down, tongue running over him as you pulled him halfway into your mouth in one go.

“Oh God.”

You only managed to move your head up and down a few times, hand gripping the base of his shaft, tasting his pre-cum coating your tongue. Both of his hands had pushed your skirt fully up, both hands on your ass, and he pulled you down, his mouth back on you in return.

Next it became a small competition. Who could make the other moan louder, make the other person’s rhythm break, make them stop or hold on harder. Your hands were on his thighs now, leisurely fucking your own mouth with his cock, sucking and hallowing your cheeks, moaning against him, breathing hard through your nose. One of his hands kneading your ass as his lips and tongue were working your clit in just such a way that had your legs quivering while he had two fingers buried in your dripping cunt.

The build up was agonizing.

You had to be careful, if you worked him too well it made him break a little as well as focusing on him so hard made it harder to truly enjoy what he was doing. He was having the same issue too, but eventually, like with most things with the two of you, a perfect rhythm was found, falling into sync just so. You would sink down, taking his cock so deeply, tongue flat on the underside, and as you came back up, cheeks hollowing, sucking as you did he would lick over your clit and suck deeply too, fingers slipping in and out, pressing on that spot. It was fucking incredible, as his dick slid out of your mouth his fingers slipped inside of you, and it practically took your breath away.

You were both tensing, shaking, your hands were gripping his thighs harder, and you moaned against him, trying to tell him you were close, and you felt him pulse against your tongue, and you realized he was reaching his end too. Neither of you wanted to break away, it felt too damn good, no way you could stop.

Why didn’t you do this more? Pleasing each other at the same time was fucking incredible. The way you fed off of each other was perfect, how you would suck harder, and it would make his tongue roll over your clit again and make your back arch, well as much as it could without you pulling him from your mouth. He of course felt the same way, getting to feel your hot wet mouth engulfing his dick as he got to taste you and feel how he made you tremble on top of him.

You couldn’t let him know, but you didn’t have to, he knew you so well, he knew from how your thighs tensed and released and how your hips moved, grinding your aching clit on his tongue, nails digging into his thighs. Your eyes fell closed as you rode out your orgasm, your mouth stayed around the head of cock, one of your hands managed to continue stroking him and as your orgasm ended his kicked off. You u felt his cum painting over your tongue, his hips canting up, and you allowed him to fuck your mouth with the first half of his dick while you stroked the lower half. He tasted as good as always, and you greedily swallowed him back, eagerly downing his load and as his orgasm was ending you let go of him with your hand and slowly slid him all the way into your mouth, allowing him to be enveloped in the wet heat of your mouth on his come down.

You both paused and took a minute, luxuriating in each other before pulling back, his head falling back onto the couch cushion, and you were pulling him out of your mouth. You sighed and with your breathing still uneven you said, “Oh my fucking God, Sam.”

A breathless laugh from him, his hand gently patting your ass as he said, “I know, right?”

You returned the laugh and responded, “Why didn’t we do that sooner?”

“I dunno, why haven’t you?”

You and Sam both jumped, you shot up, hand on the back rest of the couch and greeted with none other than your other boyfriend and Sam’s roommate, Buddy Swanson. Leaning on one hand, looking smug as ever, your hand on your chest, you breathed out, “Fuckin’ Christ Buddy, you scared me. When did you get home?”

You looked over your shoulder to Sam who was half sitting up now, you were still partially on top of him, wondering just how long he had been there and how much he saw, “Oh, a while ago. Been here long enough to see that frankly spectacular finish.”

Buddy teased, and his hand reached out and cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking over your cheek, you leaned into the touch, your heart slowed a little. You must have been so damn into it with Sam, you didn’t even hear the door open or notice him watching the two of you. He placed a kiss on your lips, and you returned it, a surprisingly sweet and soft moment, you pulled away, and his forehead met yours. Sam’s arms wrapped around your middle, and you felt him leaning against your back, hugging you.

It felt right, being between your two boys, and that same sweet moment ended when Buddy broke the silence,“So I’m next, right?”

Sam laughed first and so did you, pulling back, hand coming up to Buddy’s chest and pushing him back as you did so. Buddy laughed too, curls brown curls bouncing a little as he shook his head as he asked, “What, so no head?”

You grabbed the throw pillow from the end of the couch, and you threw it at him, he ducked out of the way and Sam had fallen back on the couch dying laughing.

This was your life, and you wouldn’t change it for anything.

#Do-Over-December #slasher x reader #Sam Wescott x reader #Buddy Swanson x reader #BHF writing

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Tentatively Tending To Trauma. Poly!Camping Boys X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Chapter One: "Best Summer Ever?"

Oh my God! So! I know! Already?! First chapter of the new baby, the new long fic! Tentatively Tending To Trauma! This is going to be not only the first but THE poly!Camping Boys long fic, seriously, watch out! This is going to be the building of a triad from the ground up. All my other polyam fics have an established relationship that the reader comes into, but this one is the first to have everyone coming into this fresh and new. This will have fun, fluff, angst, hurt, comfort and yes, cuz it is me, smut. Buckle up and lets get into it! The best summer ever! Series Masterlist here.

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Rating. SFW. Length. 4K. Eventual Sam Wescott/Buddy Swanson X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Movie Spoilers. Set After Stage Fright AND You Might Be The Killer. Nothing Heavy This Chapter. Road Trip. Setting The Table. Camping Fun Incoming. Light Drinking. Some Teasing. Buddy Already Ripping On Theater Kids. Shout Out To Steve The Kayak King.

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A lot of people say that New Years is the best time for a fresh start, one year ends, another begins and the slate is wiped clean. You used to be one of those people who thought that too but after one too many rocky January’s you cannot abide by that any longer. The first half of this year had been complete bullshit and you were over it, so, so over it. Why does January first have to be the one time of year things can change and start over? Why can’t you tie it to something else? March to the beat of your own drum?

You needed a change, desperately and you can’t wait till another Christmas has come and gone. You think why can’t the change of seasons signify great change in your own life? Summer was around the corner and why not use this to try and course correct your year? To fix everything wrong thus far and launch the remainder of the current three hundred and sixty five days into a better place?

This is what you need. After some heavy examination you think back to when the best times in your life were, tried and true things you could cling to, what could be reintroduced into your life to help you heal? One thing stands head and shoulders above the rest. Summer camp.

You have had a lot of shitty and outright bad things in your life but summer camp? Getting away from it all, being around people who you didn’t see in the typical day to day, outdoors in the fresh air, ample physical activity, you think it might be just right. You had some of the best times of your life at camp but now you were an adult, why not give back? You could do your best to give kids like you once were a good summer, revisit some of your old good times and forage new ones. A new setting to sink into this change was perfect. You go on the hunt, hoping not every summer camp in the area has been filled up.

All the positions at the closest ones had been snapped up, lots of returning people, so no slots free for you but you didn’t give up so easily, you ended up finding a want ad for a camp hours and hours away from your town and that was even better honestly.

A full break away to forget your troubles and put your time and energy into healing. You applied, breezed through the phone interview process and so you quit your current job and packed your car and headed off for just shy of three months of working at Camp Clear Vista in Louisiana. You arrived right when you were supposed to but still were one of the first people to get here, you got out of your car, the last stop was over an hour ago and your legs needed a good stretch.

You are reaching high above your head, trying to relieve the tenseness of your back muscles, enjoying the sun on your face and the fresh air when you hear the call of, “Hey!”

Your eyes peek back open and you look over to see a tall guy coming towards you, he was in olive green cargo pants, a blue t-shirt and a flannel thrown over top, hand raised in a wave and a smile on his face that made his nose scrunch in a rather endearing fashion. Your arms come down and you turn to face him, a wave back with a reply of, “Hello!”

He was soon right in front of you, his hand out, “I’m Sam Wescott, I run the camp.” There was a shift in expression, a slight cock of the head with a nervous laugh, “Well, I’m sure you know that-”

You take his hand and shake it, “Yeah we spoke on the phone, I’m-” And you gave him your name. You got a better look at him up close like this and realised the blue shirt was a Camp Clear Vista shirt, a small yellow design on the upper right part of his chest proclaiming the name, curved in a half circle underneath a classic looking illustration of a cartoonish flap tent. The shirt screamed nostalgia in a way that is an undeniable comfort. He had a firm handshake, strong hands and honestly, he was pretty cute.

His smile brightened considerably and he said, “Oh yes! I was impressed by your references. I am so excited you were able to come, our usual guy who handles the kayaks couldn’t come back this year.”

You raised a brow at that, particularly at the slight sadness at the mention of whoever this other guy was who was unable to return here. Also kayaks? You deal in canoes but you think maybe he misspoke so you brush it off and say, “Oh sorry he couldn’t but his loss is my gain I guess!”

You let go of his hand and he responded, “Yeah I tried calling but couldn’t reach him, I think he just took a different camp offer this year but no point in dwelling on all that. I hope you enjoy your summer here.”

Taking a quick look around, trees and lush greenery and some of the outskirts of the camp, you already felt lighter. “I think I am going to have a fantastic time.”

He looked pleased as punch to hear that. “Amazing! Well everyone else is still arriving but once they are here I am gonna take some time to show you around the boathouse and walk you through what’s expected, alright?”

“Sounds good.” You responded honestly with a nod and he gave you a low thumbs up as another car started coming into the parking lot, “Awesome, I’ll see you soon.”

You watch him jog off towards the car that just arrived to go greet whoever else.

Later on you were turning in your phone at Sam’s prompting, connecting with nature and all that and he was handing over own camp counselor shirt. You take it with one hand and a smile while giving him your phone with the other. “No fighting about the phone thing? I think I like you already.”

“Hey the whole point is to get away from it all anyway, right?” You ask and he says, “Yes! Exactly! Thank you.”

You really liked how he said things, this excitable energy that you think is infectious is permeating his body language and the words themselves and you find yourself wishing to match him. Before breaking away to let the next person in line go you say, “And just so you know I think I like you already too.”

He seemed pleased by that too and you left him to continue collecting phones and passing out shirts. You end up talking to a few other people, learning no one else has seemed to work here at this camp before, but most have camp counselling experience.

Everyone is going to be assigned to a cabin and put in charge of a group of kids. The kids in question will be staying at camp in a rotation of about a month at a time, so you will have around three batches by the time summer is done. You were talking to two other girls, Mia who was going to be doing arts and crafts and Laurie who was into woodworking, both seemed just as hyped up for the summer as you were.

You get lost in the conversation of where you are from, and what you are most looking forward to and soon Sam comes up to you, a tap on the shoulder, “Are you good for us to go check out the boathouse?”

“Yes! Absolutely.” You agree, a quick wave and goodbye to the girls and follow his lead. This is your first chance to really see the camp, he points out different parts and landmarks, “So there is the pool, the changing rooms, the main bathrooms with the showers are past that and over there, is where the kitchen and mess hall is.”

“Oh yeah I had meant to ask about that, what is the food situation?” You asked and he said, “Meals are provided naturally, we have this guy who is going to be taking on the lead cook role with other people subbing in to be assistants as needed, Jason the lifeguard is kinda acting as a secondary cook whenever he isn’t needed and when he IS busy other people can give a hand.”

Before you could respond he tacks on, “Only if they want to of course! If you are up for it, some people are no good in the kitchen I know and can totally opt out and step up in other ways.”

“I don’t have that much serious cooking experience but if push comes to shove I can as you put it, step up.” You say honestly and he says, “Really? Thank you! This guy is supposed to be really good, he has years of experience being lead cook at a different camp so I am sure he can help guide you with whatever he needs when he needs it.”

Sounded fine to you honestly. You liked that the work was going to be shared evenly, you were going to learn some new things and gain some new skills this summer it seemed. You tell him it sounded good and that put you more at ease and then he said, “Once I walk you through this you can do whatever you want with the rest of the day, it’s already getting later in the afternoon and I like to use the first day to let people settle in.”

He tells you that you’ll get your cabin assignment shortly, can move your stuff in and then soon it’ll be dinner time, after dark there is going to be a campfire, drinks, stories and whatnot, a team building thing for everyone to get to know each other and it sounded like a fun time.

You’d arrived at the boathouse quickly, he pulls out his keys and unlocks the door, he then takes a duplicate key out and presses it into your palm, “This is the secondary key, I’m the only other person who has a copy, it’s for safety reasons, you know for-”

“The kids.” You finish with a nod and he says, “Right.”

He walked you around, there was a lot of equipment, a good set up, the boats outside on the racks looked a little worse for wear, you’d need to do some work on them to get them, no pun intended, ship shape and told him as such. You would need to do some cleaning, general prep, minor repairs and maintenance, nothing you couldn’t handle or didn’t have experience in. You have three days after today before the kids arrive to get it ready, more than enough time honestly. You told him you could handle it confidently and if you wrapped up early enough you could help out other places.

“Really?! That’s great, I knew I made the right choice picking you.” He did seem rather happy and you asked, “Yeah, so the old guy couldn’t come back?”

“Oh yeah, sadly no he couldn’t. I couldn’t get a hold of him. I’m gonna miss him this year honestly.” He said earnestly and you asked, “Oh really? Was he really good at this job?”

“He was! He was so good we all called him Steve The Kayak King. He knew his shit, was amazing with the kids. But more than that we are good friends, kinda best summer camp friends. It will feel a little strange without him is all.”

”Awe I’m sorry to hear.” You were and you offered up, “I am sure we will still have a good summer and a lot of fun.”

He brightened slightly, a nod and he said, “Oh totally we will.”

“But I am glad this worked out. A bunch of places near my hometown were already full up.”

“Oh really? You live far away?” He asked and you said, “A few hours. I drove about four and a half, five hours to get here.”

“That far?” A small drop of his jaw, “You came that far to work here?”

You shrug and say, “What can I say? I have a feeling it is an opportunity I would regret passing up.” He seemed not only impressed by that but touched too. “I can only hope that the experience lives up to expectation.”

You had a funny feeling that it will.

“I hate to run again but I am so busy making sure everyone knows what they need to do and is all set up, so I gotta go.” You tell him, “I totally understand, go on.”

You wave him off and off he goes at a light jog once more. You watch him go, your mind lingering on your conversation about Steve, the supposed Kayak King. There was something about it, how he spoke, the emotion in his eyes, Sam reads as genuine, hardworking, honest and sweet. You’ve decided right there, you totally did like him.

You make sure the boathouse is locked and you decide you need to get your stuff out of the car. It is almost three hours later, your car is unpacked, you've made it to your assigned cabin, number three, and claimed your bed, proceeding to unpack most of your belongings.

In the groove of folding and organising your clothes in the trunk that is at the end of your bed you are pulled out of it by a knock at the door alerting you it’s time for dinner. Your cabin isn’t that far from the mess hall but the walk is a welcome one, you enjoy the warm evening air and soon are seated with a tray laden with food at a table full of your fellow counselors. Before you can settle into seating there were three sharp claps that quiet the conversation.

There was a call to pay attention and your eyes are drawn up to the front of the mess hall, there stands Sam Wescott but he is not alone, with a warm smile and a gesture to the person standing with him is paired with a thank you for making the dinner you are about to enjoy with everyone else. That is the first time you lay eyes on Camp Clear Vista’s new cook, clad in jeans with his hands tucked in the pockets, and his own camp branded t-shirt, over six feet tall, blue eyes and a mop of brown hair. He has a smile that only reads as mildly uncomfortable because of how many people were looking at him, but overall relatively at ease, you learn his name is Buddy Swanson. He gives a hello with a casual wave after Sam introduces him.

“It looks great, thank you so much for making this.” Sam said sincerely with a hand on Buddy’s shoulder, he shrugs and says, “No problem man, s’ my job.”

“Still. Thank you, now uh, let’s all dig in, yeah?” And with that you all do so. Sam sits at a different table and you once again find yourself talking to everyone at your table. Mia and Laurie are near you, as well as Raymond, who was another life guard and Martin who was going to be a coach and general and activities coordinator. You were next to Martin who was telling you about how he was excited and had plans for an expedited baseball season between cabins as well as some full sports filled days that sounded like they could be a really great time.

The conversation and food was really good. Once it is all done, you are led outside to where the main fire pit is, getting into what Sam told you would happen earlier, drinks, stories and more.

You flit about, talk to some people and after your first drink and the initial round of stories are done you are between talking, a break in conversations and you notice something, Buddy is here and he is sitting more by himself. You glance around and see Sam is busy, you figure, why not. You get up and come over, drink in hand and you say, “Hey, Buddy, right?”

He looks up and says, “That’s me.” You tell him, “Great dinner.”

A slight upward quirk of his lips, “Thanks.” You hold out your hand and give him your name. He took your hand, gave it a quick shake and said, “So did I look that lonely?”

You laughed, not expecting the quick joke and said, “I have to admit you did look kinda forlorn.”

“Ouch.” He said before he brought his cup up and took a sip, you gestured next to him, “Mind if I sit?”

“Yeah sure, you gonna be nicer to me?” You take the spot to the left of him and teased, “Maybe.”

“Only maybe?” He asked and you shrugged before asking, “So why are you over here alone and not-” A gesture of your hand still cradling your drink, “-over with the herd, getting to know people, making merry?”

“Honestly?” He asked, a sideways glance to you and you affirm, “Honestly.”

“Parties aren’t really my thing, but Sam insisted I come along, said it would be good for me to get to know who I’d be working with for the next three months.” He took another drink, as did you, “I think he is right, part of this is to make new friends and connections. You against that?”

“I don’t connect with people easily.”

Your eyebrows raise and you say, “Why is that?”

His response comes quickly, “Lots of reasons.” You feel a smile creeping up on your face, “Aren’t you mysterious?”

“It’s a great trick to get people to have better opinions of me without them actually having to get to know me.” He felt a smile slipping onto his face too. “Really?”

“Yeah people usually say it as a good or a neutral thing. Isn’t he mysterious?” He said the last three words with a wave of the hand not clutching his drink, the flare and emphasis making you laugh as well as driving his point home. “Doesn’t it make people want to get to know you?”

“Not as often as you’d think.”

“Fair enough. So! How far away are you coming from?” You asked before saying, “I’m about five hours away.”

“Oh I got you beat.” He said confidently, “Yeah? How far?”

“Canada far.” He said easily and it was time for your jaw to drop, “Shut up? Another country?”

“Well I didn’t come from there just for this. Been kinda on the road for a while, job hopping since my last summer camp job.” He said more quietly and you asked, “What was your last camp job?”

He looked like he was thinking over how to respond and you asked, “What? You don’t remember or something?”

“No, no I do I just…” He takes a drink, a hearty one, finishes his cup, a harsh inhale and a shake of his head and as if gaining some bravery from that he divulges “It was a theatre camp.”

A loud laugh and asked, “Holy shit, was it that traumatic?”

“You have no idea.” He sighed and you said, “Why’s that? You don’t like theatre?”

“God no! I hate it!” He exclaimed, his head tipping back, eyes up to the starry sky and you finished your own drink, “How about we get another beer and you can tell me all about why it sucks?”

That is just what ended up happening. You and he broke off, refreshed icy cans in hand, you wander the camp ground and he proceeds to vent about his distaste for all things theatrical, which was funny considering the theartics and drama he threw into the act of expounding his displeasure. He was the lead cook for years at his last camp and told you about the bullshit and stress he had to face, how annoying and picky the theatre kids were and even further about the times he was forcibly dragged into their activities and made to see the camp's shows.

“A musical reimagining of the vagina monologues?” You asked, aghast and he groaned, one of his hands running through his curls, “A musical fucking reimagining of the vagina monologues. Have you ever been forced to sit through an annoying pitchy theatre kid belting out to the back row about the first time she genuinely moaned in a gas station on a road trip after not being able to pee for hours?! It is awful. Totally fucking traumatizing.”

“I’d lose my dinner.” You told him and he laughed, “I almost did!”

You were surprised by how fast you were clicking with him, the conversation was flowing well and you decided that yeah, you really liked him, just like you had decided earlier that you really liked Sam. The conversation calmed from its original topic, you telling him, “I’ve never worked at a camp before formally, I’ve been to a lot of summer camps though and I thought it’d be nice to give back, you know?”

He liked that. “Makes sense. And what are you going to do here?” He asked and you told him, “Canoes. I am in charge of the canoes.”

“Never been in one honestly. You’ll have to take me for a ride sometime.”

You think you will take him up on that. “I’d love to.”

The walk had taken you almost around the whole camp, between your drive and all the excitement you were tired and told Buddy as such, “Let me make sure you get back to your cabin okay.”

He walks you back and on the way you tell him, “I think you’re pretty cool Buddy. I’m looking forward to working together.”

“I am too, I’m starting to think taking this job was the right call, I’m excited for a good experience working at a camp.” He said with a sigh and you said, “I am sure the kids here will be significantly less annoying than your average theatre kid.”

“I am sure there will be a lot less complaining about food with cheese in it as well as random breaking into song and I’ll happily take that.” Buddy said clinking his can against yours and you say, “Cheers, I’ll drink to that.”

You and he both finish the last dregs of your drinks as you come upon your cabin. “This is me.”

“Number three, eh? I’ll keep that in mind.” He says and you respond, “Sure, swing by anytime.”

He nods starts to step away telling you, “Have a good night.”

You tell him, “You too and hey. Buddy?”

“Yeah?” He stopped, a look over his shoulder to you, “I'm glad I am your first friend at camp but don’t let me be your only one. Okay?”

He looks a bit surprised by what you said but tells you, brows furrowed slightly with a small nod and a confused smile, “Sure. Okay.”

“Promise?” You asked with a grin and he laughed, smile broadens and his eyes while still slightly confused are warm, lighter, “Okay, okay, fuck, I promise I won’t be antisocial this summer.”

“Good! Apologise to Sam for me turning in early.” You ask and he says with a wave “Can do. Night.”

“Night.” You call and then retreat into your cabin. Buddy walked off, heading back towards where the main campfire was and thinking about how strange it was that you got under his skin so quickly, he was already making promises to you? It was strange but also, nice, a good change of pace. He hasn’t gotten even remotely close to another person in around a year, it is probably time he did. He couldn't be alone forever, it wasn’t feasible or realistic.

Everyone needs a friend.

You were getting ready for bed, feeling tired but happy, you had one thought in your head when you were drifting off to sleep, a small but hopeful one of, “Could this be my new best summer ever?”

#Tentatively Tending To Trauma #TTTT #BHF writing #IT IS HERE #NEW LONG FIC #Poly!Camping Boys x reader #Sam Wescott X reader #Buddy Swanson X reader #slasher x reader

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Anyway I've started work on a new long fic series. Not sure when I'm gonna start posting it but Tenatively Tending To Truama is in the works and is coming soon-ish.

#Been thinking about doing this one for YEARS #It's finally time #Another polyam fic #Focusing on the TENT in tentative #BHF writing #Poly!camping boys #Slasher X reader #Buddy Swanson X reader #Sam Wescott X reader

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Tentatively Tending To Trauma. Poly!Camping Boys X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Chapter Three. "Incoming!"

Hello! I was gonna upload this later this month but I can't help wanting to share this a bit sooner! More smut coming soon, here is our fifth entry into Multi-May! This chapter has been a long time coming, it took a lot of figuring out but I am enjoying the set up a ton. Series Masterlist can be found here!

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Rating. SFW. Length. 5.2K. Eventual Sam Wescott/Buddy Swanson X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Movie Spoilers. Set After Stage Fright AND You Might Be The Killer. Light Alcohol Consumption. Pretty Easy And Fluffy So Far. Bitching About Theater Kids.

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“Why don’t you sit down?” You asked Sam and with a glance over his shoulder, seeing everyone else consumed with the song Alex was playing, the rest of them sufficiently entertained, he decided to join you.

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When you wake up, it is to the alarm you set the previous night blaring, you groan as your hand flies over to turn it off, sitting up slowly as you rub your eyes, you wish you could lie back down and sleep more. That isn’t a possibility, because today the kids arrive, last night’s events begin pouring back into your head. You, Buddy, Sam, the rest of the counsellors, drinks, conversation, laughs, you stayed up too late for sure, you would probably pay for it today.

A heavy sigh, oh well. You get dressed in good clothes to run around in, your camp branded t-shirt, denim shorts and your favourite sneakers, sunscreen on every inch of exposed skin, baseball cap planted backwards on your head and sunglass thrown on your face. Water bottle in your hand, chapstick in your pocket, you head out.

Today is busy, arguably going to be the busiest day of the entire summer, the first batch of kids coming in is going to be intense, Sam told you as much last night, no matter how much you prepare it will always be crazy no matter what. You make your way to the mess hall and enter to find it a flurry of activity, some people are already seated and eating, some up at the serving line, seems you are one of the last ones to arrive. Scanning, you don’t see Sam, but he can’t be far behind, you hope he won’t be as beat as you are today, you make your way up to the front and pick up a tray, soon Buddy is done with the others and in front of you with a tired smile, “Hey you.”

“Hey yourself, how you holding up?” You asked holding out your tray, and he takes it, “Rough, but I’ll live, scrambles?” He asked, and you nod, watching him pile a hearty scoop on, you walk down the line with him picking out what else you want. “Sausage, hash, fruit, toast, chocolate milk.” He piles everything up, and you take it gratefully, picking what spreads for your toast that you want out of the basket at the end of the line.

“How long you been up?” You asked, and he said, “A while, but don’t worry I did some breakfast prep last night, so this came together quick, now go, hurry and eat up, today is going to be nuts.”

You did just that, calling to him, “Thanks again Buddy!”

“No problem.” Comes the response with a wave.

Taking an open seat at one of the now designated counsellor tables, right near the front of the room, at the end and next to Ruby, sitting down with a general call of good morning to those present.

Ruby is meant to be in charge of archery and axe throwing, as well as being a general sports helper. She has a camp branded tank top on and a matching bandana tied around her head, the bright yellow suits her, she has a sunny smile and greets you warmly, “Hi! Got a good spread, I see.”

“Oh, finally, thank you for noticing how good my spread is.” You joked and she laughed. Across from you is Felix the hiking and resident nature expert, she asks, “You excited for today?”

“For sure, I mean, this is what we are here for, right?” The conversation over breakfast is lively, everyone is rushing eating though, you were starving, and it was delicious, Buddy outdid himself.

With so much still to do lingering on your mind, you see Sam crash in, he gives some waves and calls of good morning to people who greet him. He makes a beeline to the front and Buddy pulls out a bag as well as a coffee in a to-go cup, he hands it to Sam who takes it with a thanks and heads back out. Christ, he is in a rush.

Once breakfast is done, everyone heads out to where the main bonfire area is, Sam is already there, you assume he must have eaten his breakfast on the run. He is standing at the front of the seated gaggle of counsellors, he speaks up, “Good morning everybody!”

A joking call back from the crowd, “Good morning Sam!”

He grins, seemingly pleased by the collective energy, “Glad you are all so awake! Happy I didn’t have to drag any of you out of bed, so!” He claps once, loudly, before continuing, “You all know the kids show up today, we have a busy day and not a lot of time to do it all. I do want to take a moment out to say, this is going to be a great summer. Now I am not just saying this, I swear, I have not seen a more capable group of counsellors since I took over the camp.”

There was a wave of sound from the group, some “Awe’s”, some gags, and one call of “Bullshit-” from Raymond, and another of “Sam you sweetheart-” from Jason, a few laughs too.

A gesture of Sam’s hands, trying to impart his sincerity, “I mean it! You all really came together this weekend and crushed the work, the camp looks fantastic, and we are going to make this our best summer yet, I have no doubt about that. It will be work, it will be hard at points, but it will be rewarding too and there will be a lot of fun to be had, with the kids, or at times after they go to bed or in between batches of kids we will have some long adult only weekends-” There is a few whoops and cat calls and that makes Sam laughs, “-and if we keep up on maintenance that means those weekends can be totally devoted to fun.”

A couple more cheers and Sam finishes his pep talk by saying, “Now everyone line up here for your cabin assignments and to get your phones back.” A final chorus of excitement rings out from those last four words.

People do just that, the phone thing was just meant for the opening weekend to connect to nature and focus up, after the fact it is important to have them on you in case of emergency or for ease of communication. You were soon at the front of the line and Sam is holding out your phone, “Don’t worry, I made sure it is fully charged.”

You take it with a smile, “Oh, thank you, Sam, very thoughtful! Is that special treatment, or did you do that for everyone?”

“I did it for everyone, one year I didn’t, and I never heard the end of it all summer.” Sam admission was said a bit sheepishly, and you laugh, you wonder if Steve the kayak king was one of those people to give him shit about it. He then is handing you a clipboard, “This the list of kids that are placed in your cabin, you are going to use the pen attached to mark them off.”

You nod and break off, you pocket your phone, not bothering to look at it and once everyone has their phones and clipboard Sam addresses the group again, “Now when the kids get here, they will be directed to the posted lists and told to find their names, when they do, if they are in your cabin, they will come to you. We have flags with numbers on them, that is how it will be easy for them to find you. Once you have every name in your list checked off, you will help the kids bring their stuff to the cabin. The rest of the schedule you are familiar with, opening ceremony, lunch, unpacking, camp tour, and then before you know it dinner and an early night.”

There are nods and murmurs of agreement, “One last thing before we go to where the buses are coming in, while we are waiting for them to show up, I encourage everyone to exchange numbers. I already have everyone’s and made a group chat to make it easy for everybody to share vital information. We are all a team and need to be able to rely on each other, so, with that, let's start heading over.”

Everyone files off to where the buses are going to come in, on the walk over you run up ahead of the group, to where Sam is leading the pack, “Hey Sam!”

His head turns as he glances at you,“Hey! Uh, what's up?” He seemed totally distracted, which is very understandable, “Just wanted to check in, how are you holding up since last night?”

Sam laughs, “Oh, I’m alive, barely.” He sighs, “I should have gone to bed earlier, but we were having such a good time, you know?”

A nod as you agree, “Tons of fun, so glad we got everything done, it was easy to really let go and enjoy myself, here is hoping the rest of the team keeps it up.”

“I’m hoping people do it on their own once we get into a good rhythm, not like I’m not up to it, but I don’t want to be hounding people all the time.” Sam admits, and you nod along, “I can give em shit on occasion if you need.”

He responds, “I could never ask you to do that, but I appreciate it.” You tell him in a confident and lighthearted tone, “So don’t tell you and just do it on the DL, got it.”

“Stubborn, aren’t you? If you make up your mind, good luck changing it?” Sam asked, and you hummed, a playful nudge of your shoulder into his arm, “Now you are getting it Sammy!”

You watch him put his hand up to block the sun from his eyes, squinting a little with a small wince and the next action is done without thinking, the care you show natural, automatic. You take your sunglasses off and hold them up, “Here.”

“What?” He asked quickly, staring at the proffered glasses, the glass is dark, the frames blue, no particular brand, he realizes what you were getting at, noticing him struggling against the sun's rays, and he asks, “Are you sure? Don’t you need them?”

You roll your eyes, turning your baseball cap around, the bill forward so it sits properly, you point up at the adjusted headwear and say, “See? I’m fine. Take the sunglasses for today, but I do expect them back later.”

“Thanks, and of course, I have my own pair-” He starts, and you cut him off, “Mmhm.”

“Hey! I do! I just forgot them back in my cabin.” He argues it’s a playful back and forth, he puts the sunglasses on, expression relaxing at not having to fight the sun off, you smile wider, “I’m so sure, anyway, just wanted to say too, good speech earlier, everyone seemed to love it.”

“Yeah?” He asked, and you think that Sam is not as confident as he should be, you hope he will find his voice a bit more once the camp really gets going, clearly he knows what he is doing and should be more sure of himself. “Yeah! I mean it.”

That seemingly provides some comfort for him, and over the space of this conversation, you had made it to where the buses are meant to come in. With a last look to Sam, you say, “I’m going to go make sure I get everyone’s numbers in my phone, I’ll see you later.”

With a wave, you head off, Sam watches you go, until someone else comes up to ask him a question and his attention pivots out of necessity.

The wait for the kids was filled with a palpable excitement and talk as numbers are exchanged, pictures taken to accompany the contacts being entered into phones. You had all timed this well, it only took around twenty minutes of waiting there for the buses to arrive, lines of communication established and flags in hand, ready and waiting.

Camp Clear vista has twelve cabins. Ten cabins have enough space to house eight kids and one counsellor, meaning naturally that the kids in that cabin report to that counsellor. So of the thirteen counsellors, only ten have a batch of kids to look after, it is a group effort during the day, because everyone runs their specific activity and the kids will be mixed to do something like the canoeing you provide, or swimming, or any other number of the activities.

Buddy told you last night that he Jason, the secondary cook and back up lifeguard, room together, which makes sense, cooking for the three batches of eighty kids that will call the camp home over the next few months is no small task; trying to wrangle a group of kids on top of that would be too much. The last cabin is for Sam, he has so much to do as head counsellor he doesn’t have his own personal group of kids, he has to help wherever he is needed and be able to jump into anything at a moment's notice.

The buses arrive and kids start pouring off, the bus drivers are soon helping unpack the bags stowed on the bottom of the bus’ compartments, Sam and a few others are directing kids to where the cabin postings are.

You had your flag in hand, it is bright yellow with a large blue three painted onto it, you hold it aloft in one hand, the other holding your clipboard as you stand in your designated area, calling out, “Cabin three with me!”

It takes less than ten minutes until you are swarmed with eight kids, all around ten years old, the cabins usually try to keep the kids around the same age group. Your flag is tucked under your arm as you busy yourself with marking down the names, once everyone is accounted for you are passing out name tags that you had pre-written everyone’s names on, they are stuck to shirts, and greetings are given, the kids are talking and once the last sticker is on a shirt you speak, “Alright gang, good morning!”

You talked loudly enough that eyes were up and on you, “Hi, so I am-” you give your name and introduce yourself as the counsellor for cabin three, that you deal with the canoes, and made sure to tell all of them you were going to have a fantastic month together. There were murmurs of agreement, you go around the group and have everyone say their names and a fact about themselves.

Once everyone is acquainted, you take them back to the buses, you help them hunt down all their bags and then start to drag them off to the cabin, one of the kids was struggling, you help them out, hefting the duffle bag on one shoulder, it IS very heavy. You joke with her, “Now, why did you bring along your bowling ball collection to camp for? There’s no lane way up here!”

The kid in question laughs, she seems a bit shy, but that doesn’t tell you much, she just got here after all. Once at cabin three, the bags brought in, they start clamouring to decide on bunks and claim beds, but you stop them, “There is going to be time for that later, we gotta head to the opening ceremony.” The kids go along with what you want without much fight, thank goodness they are already listening to you.

Walking in the front and regularly looking over your shoulder to make sure the group stays with you, the opening ceremony was held in the area outside the mess hall.

Sam spoke much more confidently, greeted everyone to camp, made mention of some of the events coming up this month and told everyone to listen to their cabin leaders, encouraging everyone to come talk to him whenever they wanted though, he was there for them. You stand at the back of your group, a smile on your face, you think Sam is going to be a great head counsellor, he seems to really care, it made him endlessly likeable and endeared him to you further.

Next he proceeds to call out all the other counsellors, going cabin by cabin, introducing them by name and what they will be doing around the camp. Sam prompts cheers and calls of excitement, with that final assurance of having a fun and SAFE summer, then he says enough talking, everyone must be hungry, so let's get inside for lunch.

Cabin by cabin the groups are led into the mess hall, as you come in you direct the group, tell them which table is meant to be theirs and that you are going to sit at the head counsellor table, right nearby if they need anything at all. You ensure your kids get their food and once they are all seated, you get yours, the line is packed, it is busy, Buddy and Jason both serving together, a lot of the stuff is laid out for people to grab it themselves, drink and snack wise at least. Juices and water and cartons of milk are in shallow containers of ice for whomever to grab, same thing with snacks, like fruit, packs of crackers and cheese, or pre-cut veggie sticks.

This leaves the pair to pass out the mains for lunch, today it is simple for the first day with how hectic it is, sandwiches and salads, a literal fuck-ton, the menu board posted behind proclaims what is available, and you scan it then ask for a turkey and ham on wheat and mixed green salad, which Buddy passes over with an easy smile, “Dressing and extra condiments are down there.”

You wish you could talk more, but you will have to find time later, he still has a ton of people to serve, you thank him and make your way down the line, you adjust your sandwich and salad to your liking before going to sit. You practically inhale your lunch, you know there isn’t time at all to linger, yet still in between mouthfuls' conversations are passed between you and the rest, of who is in whose cabins and about what else the day has to offer.

Once you are done, you go check on the table for cabin three and see your kids almost done, you wait around and ensure they clean up after themselves properly, not leaving trash behind and putting their trays in the designated spot. One of the kids grumbles about it, and you straighten them out, “Hey c’mon, the cooks here work really hard, we don’t need to make their job harder, right?”

“I guess.” Comes the response, and you speak further, “You know, I’m friends with them, and if you guys are good and always put your trays away, I can talk to them, and maybe we can get some extra treats.”

The bribe works, there are no more complaints, and you lead them back out, the whole walk back to the cabin there is talk about what treats they could ask for, brownies seems to be the consensus, one of the kids pipes up asking, “Who’s the cook?”

“There are two, the main one is named Buddy, he is the guy with the curly hair, and the other one who helps him on the side is a lifeguard too, his name is Jason.” You tell them and one of the kids laughs, “Buddy? That’s not a people name, that’s a dog’s name.”

You laugh in kind and try to defend him, “It is not a dog’s name!”

“Is too! My cousin's dog’s name is Buddy.” They parrot, and you joke, “Well, some people name their dog’s Phillip, so what?”

“It’s just funny.” One of the other kids affirms, and you offer, “It might be a nickname.”

“Wait, then what is his real name?” Another asks, and you say, “I don’t know.”

The kids all start talking excitedly, multiple questions thrown your way, before one is posed more intensely than the others, “Does anyone know it?”, you say, “I don’t know, I’ve only heard people call him Buddy.”

“So it could be like a mystery?!” Another asks, and you hum, “I guess it might be!”

There are calls of your name and then the big question asked, “If you find out his name will you tell us?”

“If I do, you will be the first to know.” You didn’t know at the time that would become one of the big questions of the summer.

Once back at the cabin you help the kids pick beds, minimal fighting thankfully, and then you help them unpack. Kids are talking more with each other, finding out where they are from, and what they like to do. Books, games, toys, whatever that wasn’t clothes shown off. You take some time to walk them around the camp, give them a tour of the facilities in full, show off the lake, the pool, halls dedicated to activities and further still the sports fields and where axe throwing and archery will take place. Everyone is a buzz about everything they are going to get to do.

Once back in the cabin he afternoon slips by quickly and soon a knock on your door and a call tells you it’s dinner time soon. You call back through the open window, “Thank you!”

You start rounding up everyone and lead them back to the mess hall, on the walk you tell them that the events tomorrow will start introducing them to the other people in different cabins, “If you make friends with people not in our cabin you can of course sit with them, don’t feel like you have to sit with cabin three people all the time.”

“We don’t have to be sequestered? Are you sure?” It is the girl from earlier you helped with her bag, she has loosened up a lot, you fire back, “So long as you don’t give me a reason to enforce that, no.”

Once at the mess hall, you open the door and let them all file in. The first proper dinner with having the kids here was quite the affair, a varied spread, the day's events have made you positively ravenous, you get everyone seated and find yourself to the counsellor table. No speech from Sam this time, the one at the opening ceremony apparently enough, he trusts that you all have this well in hand, you see him getting his food almost last, the poor guy looks tired, he must be run off his feet.

Dinner flies by, everyone is talking about their kids and funny happenings from the day, you finish eating and have to wait on the cabin three table until they are done, all of them are busy talking too. Dessert was pie à la mode, and it was an ordeal getting it served to everyone, but it was insanely good, you had peach topped with a scoop of French vanilla, you could have had another two slices easily if you weren’t so full, it was delicious enough you were tempted still.

Getting the group wrangled to bed was easy, everyone was pretty tired actually, tomorrow is going to be busy too, you are sure you are going to pass out hard yourself. Once everyone is sleeping, you creep out to go do your own evening routine and use the bathroom, you are in your pajamas, flashlight on as you make your way and the place is dark and quiet.

The camp is peaceful this time of night, in a few hours time when everyone is up and about again, impossibly busy and loud, you love it and kind of can’t wait, but also you can enjoy and appreciate it at this time. You need a break every now and again.

Once you are done, on the walk back you find you aren’t so alone any longer, you come across Buddy, you greet him with a wave, “Hey! Great dinner tonight, that pie was killer.”

He waves you off, with a tired smile and a light tone, “Oh stop, you’re just saying that.”

“No really, it was amazing, how do you do it? There was so much on offer today it was crazy, where do you find the time?” You are really wondering.

“Well, since I had so much time free after cleaning the kitchen, I did some serious prep. We have decent freezer space, so I pre-made some things, like the fruit pies. I pitched it to Sam in my interview, getting the stuff to get ahead, and he ordered extra to make it happen.” He confessed, and you hummed, “Oooh, that makes a lot of sense, very smart on your part.”

“Thanks, I think it will really pay off.” He said, and you tell him, “I think it already has.”

“How’s the first day with the kids been?” He asked, and you grin, “Oh it was great! Busy as Hell, but I already like my group in cabin three.”

“Yeah? They seemed to listen to you when I saw you all together, which is good, energetic bunch too?” He mused, and you laughed, “Very, they have been easy to wrangle so far but tiring them out each day will be a challenge, I can feel it.”

“Rewarding work, though, isn’t it?” He asks, and you have to agree, “Definitely, the hype for the rest of the summer is high.”

Buddy then says, “I have some good news to share, by the way, Jason and I spent a lot of time together today in the kitchen, had some great conversation, I think I have made my first friend outside of you.”

That makes you happy to hear, “Awe Buddy, that’s awesome! Jason seems like a cool guy, glad you are hitting it off already!”

“Honestly? Me too.” He admits and you press, “See? Wasn’t that easy to do, you are a really likeable guy, I bet everyone will be loving you around here soon.”

“Me? Popular at camp? That’d be new.” He laughs and you ask, “What? You weren’t the guy everyone was clamouring to spend time with at your last camp?”

“No way! When you refuse to sing and dance, don’t participate in any of the musicals at a THEATRE camp? You become a pariah, on top of me being one of the kitchen workers, I was avoided like the plague at best and gossiped about at worst.” He sighs.

“Gossiped about?” You question, and he says, “Theatre kids are notorious gossips, catty, mean and rude, they talk shit about anyone for even the smallest things. Even things that aren’t a person’s fault.”

“Like?”

“Ehhh, I don’t really want to get into all that, just, I dunno, family shit for instance.” He offers, and you nod, the thought of those annoying fucks talking about people’s family, how unbelievably shitty and rude is that? It has you backing off, “Sorry, don’t mean to pry, you don’t have to tell me, but I will say this, fuck those people who did that shit, they all sound supremely uncool.”

“They really were.” He agrees. It is quiet for a moment, you aren’t sure what to say, but he cuts in and says, “Hey, you know what is funny?”

“What?” You ask, and he says, “The most popular guy at my old camp? Was named Sam.”

That does have you smiling, letting out a little laugh, “Really? Was he like our Sam?”

“God no, he usually had important lead roles in the play, was mean, way too into his hair, frequently put his foot into his mouth and was deeply into the closet.” Buddy rattles off in this tone that has you laughing, fuck, he really is funny.

You think about what he said earlier, about Jason being his first friend other than you, it has you doubling back, “Do you consider our Sam a friend yet?”

He thinks for a moment before saying, “I think I could if we spent a bit more time together.”

“Well I have been hanging out with you and him probably the most out of anyone, you continue to orbit me, and you’ll be seeing more of him I’m sure.” You assure, and he jokes, “Well it’ll take some time to win me over, but I think with some effort he could.”

Buddy stretches his arms over his head and says, “I need to go get cleaned up and try to sleep, tomorrow’s breakfast is going to be a doozy, I need to be up early again.”

“Yeah, I need to get to bed too, good getting a chance to talk and catch up, I hope we can keep carving out time like this together.” You tell him, and he returns, “I feel the same way, you're my first camp friend, we gotta stick together.”

“We will.” You promise and the two of you start to part before you think of one last thing, “Wait! I have a question, my kids were wondering something.”

“Oh, well, if it’s for the kids.” He pauses his departure and asks, “What is it?”

“Is Buddy your real name? The kids don’t believe that it is and wanted me to try and figure it out.” After laying it all out, he laughs, “Cabin three is smart, Buddy isn’t my first name, technically it’s my middle name and I just go by it, yes, I am one of those, it’s just like a nickname basically.”

“So you prefer it to your first name?” You inquire and he says, “Massively.”

There is a pause before he says, “Well, I do have to be going, night!”

He starts to leave, and you chase the few steps after him, a hand closes on his wrist, and you laugh as you ask, “Where are you going?”

“To bed? I told you I have to be up early.” He teases, he leans down closer, big smile and mischief in his eyes apparent in the low light, you ask, “What about your name?”

“What about it?” He taunts, and you scoff, “Are you really not gonna tell me?”

“Where is the fun in that? Why not treat it like a game with your cabin, come up with some prize for whoever figures it out.” He offers, and you blink, huh, that, does sound fun and a great early bonding exercise for your cabin, you can totally sell this. You tell him, “That’s…Actually a great idea.”

“I’m full of them, you’ll come to know this well, I promise.” He pulls his hand away, turns towards the direction of his cabin, heads off and says over his shoulder, “See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow, night.”

You watch him for just a moment before you head back to your cabin, everyone is still in bed and dead asleep, you join them in short order, excited to start the game tomorrow.

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