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Remember when Ryan said a psychic told him he’d die on camera? Do y’all think it was about this?

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hi friends I’ve been sitting on this one for a minute

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whats great about the internet is that you can just ignore people who are fucking stupid and not waste your time on them, i say, white knuckling the sink and staring into the mirror

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40 year old omega Steve who lives a boring life with an office job and no luck with love, happy to just tend to his garden…

At least until his loud, obnoxious 20 year old neighbor Eddie goes into his first rut and ends up sniffing him out and barging in to fuck him.

Steve knows it’s a bad idea.

The alpha is hot, but he’s also way too young for Steve. Eddie should be calling up a friend to spend his rut with or acquiring a “pocket omega.”

But Eddie’s growling and promising to knock him up and put his pups in Steve and it’s hard to say ‘no.’

Steve’s an experienced omega and he’s been a rut partner more times than he can count, but excitable, fidgety, virgin Eddie is a whole new experience for him.

He’s horny, sure, but he’s also worshipping Steve and lavishing him in compliments and sweet kisses.

Even in the midst of their bang-a-thon, Steve feels special. He feels desired, even.

Nobody has called him pretty in at least five years, but Eddie can’t seem to stop saying it like it’s a fact.

“Pretty omega.”

A kiss.

“So pretty, Steve.”

A knot.

“My pretty mate.”

A bite.

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"You’re so polite" thanks i was raised in constant fear of upsetting people.

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Steve watched Eddie's van turn the corner and shut the front door, closing himself away from the outside world so none of his neighbors could see him as he rested his forehead against the painted wood.

"I'm not going to cry," he told himself.

He said it even as his eyes began to burn and his face began to twist, teeth grinding and throat closing. He wiped quickly at his face, again and again, as he stumbled to the couch to sit, drying each tear as it rolled down his cheeks, clinging to his jaw.

"I'm not going to fucking cry," Steve choked, and then doubled over into himself, arms around his thighs, and he began to sob.

So what if he was twenty-two, living in his parent's house alone, working the same dead-end job with a sixteen year old manager. So what if all his friends and family were in college, spread out from New York to Chicago to Los Angeles. So what if his boyfriend was moving to Seattle for his band and they broke up, because Steve was never going to be his parents, resenting and being resented for keeping his partner from his dreams. So what if he was too scared to ask Eddie to stay, to ask Eddie if Steve could go with him. So what if everyone moved on and Steve couldn't?

Steve grew up lonely. He could get used to it again.

He didn't realize how hard he was crying until the front door burst back open and Eddie hurled himself at Steve's feet, long limbed and clumsy and babbling.

"Baby, oh fuck, I'm sorry," he said, already untangling Steve from himself, tying all his loose ends back up together with his until they were a knot of their own. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Stevie. I never should have— I wanted to—"

"I'm sorry," Steve sobbed back. He gasped and swallowed it all back down. Eddie had already gotten them raveled up again, it would take forever to pick it back apart. Steve knew it would hurt worse this time. "Fuck, Ed, you didn't have to— I'll be okay, I don't want to hold you back—"

"Come with me," Eddie burst.

And Steve couldn't help himself, and began to sob again.

"Please," Eddie begged over Steve's crying, his voice shaking and his face wet enough to match Steve's. "Please, sweetheart, honey, please just come with me?"

Steve took a shaky breath, embarrassed and now too full of hope and fear. "You sure?" he whispered. He pressed his face into Eddie's neck, breathing him in again for what might be the last time, again. "Eddie, don't—"

"I'm so sure," Eddie said. "I'm so fucking sure, Steve, please."

"Okay," Steve breathed. Eddie had always been the braver of the two of them, especially when it counted. Steve leaned back so he could look at him, red faced and watery eyes. He tried to give Eddie a smile, but he knew it was wobbly and weak. "Okay."

All of Steve's fears meant nothing as he watched the happiness break like dawn over Eddie's face.

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three internet trends i will (regrettably) probably never grow out of:

• typing in a cresCENDO TO EXPRESS EXCITEMENT • …………..unnecessarily……. long……….. ellipsis’ • puttinfh a typo in eveyr other word to shwo u dont really give a fukc but u actually do

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@fayefayefaye90 wants me to write a sour candy sequel 🤭🥰🍬💖🐇💗🩷💕

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Was at the art museum earlier and i have a new favourite painting

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April is Genocide Awareness Month. This is how it’s starting.

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They deserved a happy ending

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You just know Eddie would have booped Steve 400 times in a row.

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we sentence you to trying to get your mother to admit she's been wrong before