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1986 advertisement for Toyota Trucks

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week 34! the other half is done and cuffed!!

next comes adding expanding rows in the back of each side 🥰

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the lip balm fic got me

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If you could describe all of the following episodes in one word, what would it be?

boy

damn

oh...

haha!

guns

huh?

OH

what...

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hmmm

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The truth of it 🤣

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i feel sick to my stomach

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guy whose voice sounds the same when hes begging to cum and begging to be killed

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don’t you, big boy?

you can get a print here: inprnt!

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69 days till halloween!!

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wc: 947 | rating: M | tags: Robin POV, pre-steddie, talk about awkward sexual experiences a/n: Yeah, so I meant to have this posted yesterday for Smutty Sunday, but that didn't happen, so enjoy some smut-adjacent reading on Monday lol

“It was so bad,” Steve bemoans from his spot on the couch.

“It couldn’t have been that bad.” 

Steve peers his tomato-red face out from behind his hands, giving Robin a deadpan look. “It was one of the worst sexual encounters I’ve ever had. Top 3 for sure.” 

She looks at him incredulously, “You have a list?” 

“Not a physical one, I’m not a creep,” Steve defends. “Everyone has a list. Don’t you?” 

“Having a list would require me to have done something with a girl, Steve.” 

“Well, maybe if you take my advice and asked Diner Girl out, then you’d—“ 

“Don’t try and change the subject on me, Dingus,” Robin scolds, shoving his shoulder playfully. Steve shoots his hands up in mock surrender, then returns to his mournful pouting. “So, this list… is your night with Eddie number one?”  Steve snorts, “Christ, no. It was a bad night, but nothing will ever dethrone the number one spot. At least, I hope not.” 

“It was that bad?” Robin asks, not even bothering to hide the glimmer in her eyes or the twitch in her lips. 

“I put it in the wrong hole, Robin.” 

Robin can’t help but giggle in delight. She loves Steve with her whole heart, but she’s got a special place there for cringe-loser Steve. It’s a nice reminder that even though he was once the certified King of Hawkins High, he was still a fumbling teenager like the rest of them. 

Besides, she lives vicariously through all his sexual adventures. Sure, the details sometimes make her gag, but Steve doesn’t have that many friends his own age; he hasn’t slept with or wants to sleep with, so it’s her duty to be there for him. And, yeah, okay, she might take mental note of things he says that really work for women for when her time to blow someone away in bed comes, but that’s her business and no one else's is. She’d actually rather die a brutal and tragic death than admit she gets her sex advice from Steve. 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” 

Robin does her best to calm down. Is she saving this tidbit of information for a rainy day when he’s trying to act like a sex god around her? Absolutely. But for now, she’ll cut him some slack. Not too much, though, that wouldn’t be fun. 

“Eddie probably would have benefited from that technique.” 

Steve doesn’t hesitate, walloping her with a pillow. She holds her hands up in surrender. She’s not above begging for his forgiveness, but thankfully, she doesn’t have to. Steve puts the pillow down and then, to her surprise, lets out a chuckle of his own. 

“Okay, wait, if that is number one. Where does Eddie fall on the list? Number 2 or 3?” Robin asks when she’s finally come down. 

Steve should never have brought up this stupid list. He sighs and drags his hand down his now rosey colored face, “Number 2.” 

“Number 2?” Robin shrieks, playfully hitting Steve’s shoulder. “How could it be that bad that it’s second to putting it in the wrong hole?” 

“He took my pants off, called my dick pretty, and I creamed… in his eye.” 

It takes a second for the words to register, and then Robin wretches. “Why would you tell me that?” 

“You asked!” 

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to paint such a vivid picture!” She gags and squeezes her eyes shut. It doesn’t help. The image of Steve, stark naked in front of a kneeling Eddie, is seared into her eyelids. She tries to shake her head violently, but all that does is give motion to the already disturbing scene being played out by her subconscious. 

“It wasn’t even that vivid a picture. I could have said—“ 

“Do not finish that sentence,” Robin threatens. “I’m going to need therapy.” 

“You’re going to need therapy. I’m going to need therapy! How am I supposed to look at Eddie ever again?” 

Just then, there’s frendsied footsteps outside their door. Robin peers over, not even needing to get up to see through the window that overlooks their small porch, and spots a familiar head of wild curls. She turns back to Steve with a wicked grin. 

“Well, you'd better figure it out because lover boy is about to knock.” 

Eddie doesn’t disappoint, delivering his trademark triple knock; this time with enough force that Robin worries about the integrity of the door. 

“Steve!” Eddie shouts. “I know you’re in there, Steve! You can’t hide from me forever.” 

“Oh, God,” Steve moans. “What am I going to do?” 

“Well,” Robin says, standing up from the couch. “You’re going to open the door. I imagine he’s going to tell you that you have nothing to be embarrassed about and that your little problem—“ Robin gags “— was actually hot and that you should do it again sometime.” 

“You think he’ll say that?” 

Robin peers out the window again. “He looks like he’s ready to rip your clothes off the minute you open the door, so yeah, I do. And since that’s the case. I’m going out.” 

Robin barely has time to get herself through the door before Eddie shoulders his way through, practically tackling Steve in the process. She hears the start of Eddie’s confession, something about being “flattered” and “wanting to try again,” and that’s enough for her. She closes the door and heads to the left, where the waitress, aka Diner Girl, at the local diner will let her sit in her section for hours without having to order anything. 

Who knows, maybe she’ll have her own embarrassing story to tell Steve when she returns home. It’s only fair. 

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okay i could sit here all day and send in requests but my last one is 128 from the random prompt list 🩵😁

You're more than welcome to send in as many as you want :) As I'm typing this out, this is the last request I have right now. Enjoy!

"Morning, sweetheart." Buck greets as he walks into the kitchen, leaning in for a kiss. But he nearly stumbles forward instead as Eddie sidesteps away from his fiancé. "Wha—?"

"Don't touch me." Eddie says calmly, taking a sip of his coffee, "We're fighting."

Buck's face crumbles for a second, true fear spreading in his blue eyes as he gapes over at Eddie. And Eddie would feel bad, normally, if he hadn't remembered what his fiancé had done.

Besides, Buck will be fine.

"We...what? Since when?! Why!" Buck splutters, his face going through an array of emotions as he clearly tries to figure out why they're fighting.

"Morning." Chris grumbles as he enters the kitchen, yawning widely, his hair an absolute mess. "Why is Buck short circuiting?"

"Because your father," Buck hisses in Eddie's direction, "has decided we're apparently fighting. And won't let me kiss him."

Eddie takes a calm sip of his coffee.

Chris looks from one to the other and back, settling on Eddie. "Is it justified?"

"Yup." Eddie replies.

"No!" Buck counters.

Chris shrugs, "I'm with Dad, then."

"Do you even know the reason?!" Buck asks, sounding a bit hysterical. Eddie hides his smile in his coffee.

"Nope." Chris tugs the fridge door open.

"And you just automatically side with him!?"

"Yup."

"That's my boy." Eddie says with a grin, lifting his cup towards his son.

"Cruel." Buck hisses, first at Chris and then at Eddie, "Both of you are cruel."

Then he stomps out of the kitchen.

Chris takes the glass Eddie passes him and pours himself some orange juice. "Are you two actually fighting?"

"Nah," Eddie leans against the counter, setting his cup down, "Just a stupid thing. I'll let him know in an hour or two."

"Sounds good." Chris nods, places the juice back in the fridge, and heads for the door, "I'm going to play my game for a bit."

"We'll let you know when breakfast is ready." Eddie calls after him, wondering how long it'll be until Buck comes begging for forgiveness for something he doesn't even know the reason behind.

Forty-seven minutes, apparently, is how long, Eddie discovers.

He's switching the laundry from the washer to the dryer, Buck cleaning up the simple breakfast the three of them had shared. Eddie and Chris had chatted happily. Buck had sulked and pushed his eggs around.

Buck appears in the doorway to the little room that holds the washer and dryer, looking completely distraught.

"Eddie, sweetheart, love of my life..."

"Laying it on thick, I see."

"Tell me what I did! Please! I don't want to fight!"

"Then you shouldn't have done what you did."

"I don't even know what it is!"

"And who's fault is that?"

"Eddie!" Buck whines, "Please!" He pouts now, bottom lip sticking out, "I don't wanna fight with you. I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I am so sorry. I'll make it up to you."

Eddie crosses his arms, stares Buck down. Big, blue, watery eyes stare back at him. He thinks Buck is about five seconds away from getting down on his knees and begging for forgiveness.

"You fell asleep." Eddie tells him.

Buck blinks, confused, "Huh?"

"Last night." Eddie explains, "We were making out. We were on the way to having sex, Buck! And then you fell asleep! I literally..." He pauses, dropping his voice down into a hushed whisper, "I literally had your dick in my hand, and you fell asleep on me!"

Buck's eyes grow wide as horror spreads across his face. "Oh my god."

"Yeah." Eddie scoffs, patting Buck on the chest as he slips past his fiancé and heads down the hall, "So. We're fighting. No touching me."

"Eddie!" Buck hurries after him, "I am so sorry. Like. Incredibly—I didn't—Oh my god!"

"Great signs for our future marriage." Eddie says, tone clearly teasing as he smirks at Buck, taking a seat on the couch.

Buck covers his face with his hands, "I am the worst partner ever. I cannot...and you were...oh my god."

Eddie chuckles, "Yup."

"I understand now why we're fighting." Buck drags his hands down his face, "Right. How am I making it up to you?"

"You don't have to do anything." Eddie shakes his head, "I was joking anyways."

"No!" Buck climbs onto the couch, kneeling beside Eddie and cradling Eddie's face with his hands, "No. I am making this up to you. I am going to give you the best sex of your life. I promise."

"You've already done that, baby."

"It'll be better!" Buck says with a firm nod, "Who can we pawn Chris off to so we can have the house to ourselves?"

Laughing, Eddie pulls Buck in, kissing him.

Life with this man is definitely never going to be boring.

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This is bugging me because everyone keeps asking us this and making me feel underprepared. For context, I fly out a week from today for Scotland. For the last two weeks, people have been asking me if I've got everything packed yet.

I typically don't start packing until 2-3 days before, and when I tell them this, they look at me like I'm nuts.

Am I really that unusual?

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The hair! The stache! The man!

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The 118 9-1-1, S02E01

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imagine an aware buck 1.0 bisexual.